+ ENTRANCEWAY TEST DRIVE MEME +

[vitaelamorte]

Has this ever happened to you? You are an adventurous and daring roleplayer bursting with motivation and ideas, and Wonderland seems just the place for you to let your creativity flourish, AND YET... you doubt.

Unsure if your grasp on that one character's voice is as firm as you'd like it to be? Wondering how exactly your regular character's quirks will work out, once you've turned them into a Mirror? Curious and curiouser about how your magnificent muse might fit into the world of Wonderland? Or do you simply want to warm up and stretch your legs, before submitting that application and coming to meet entranceway's characters and players?

THEN WE HAVE JUST THE THING FOR YOU!

If this delicious apple in its constant, looming spin



is the spitting image of the doubts and concerns holding you back from IMMEDIATELY applying one or more characters to this game, then you have come to the right place! Boldly reach for your juicy and vitamin-filled hesitation and crush it between your teeth, with our latest, greatest and most fashionable

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Comments

[keephersafe]

[She startles him.

When she speaks, he freezes mid-sway and snaps his head in her direction, pale, pewter-grey eyes slightly widened. He hadn't expected to be disturbed, but he supposes that was a stupid thing to think, really, when he was playing music with the door open. The people here weren't like the Dead in the airport - they were curious.

For a long moment, words don't come and he stares at her like an idiot, then he nods quickly.]

Sure. This is.. Dean Martin.

[endingpoint]

[ At first she's not sure how he's going to react, and then she's more curious about him than the music. Jane walks in and sits, cross-legged on the floor across from him. ]

I've never heard of him. I don't think I have, anyway.

[ She reaches for the record sleeve and looks at it, turning it over to read the songs on the back. ]

Is this music from your time, or do you just...like it?

[keephersafe]

[R shrugs as the record needle hisses briefly over a groove between songs and then breaks into the opening bars of Arrivederci Roma. He squirms inwardly under the mild scrutiny of her gaze and looks down at his hands rather than meet her eyes.]

I like it. [He couldn't tell her the year it was from. He couldn't tell her what year he was from.]

It feels.. alive.

[endingpoint]

[ She has a lot of questions. But she also doesn't to just...assume anything. Listening to the song, Jane makes sure to not stare at him, even though he's really pale, he seems to be going at a slower pace than, well. Anyone she knows. ]

Have you been in Wonderland very long?

[keephersafe]

[He opens his mouth, then closes it again and congratulates himself for not leaving his jaw on the ground. R thinks about it, then settles on-]

No.

[She's still looking. He peers up at her, almost shyly.]

A few days.

[endingpoint]

Oh. Well. Welcome to Wonderland, I guess. I've been here a year.

[ She finally looks up again and smiles just a little at him. ]

I'm Jane.

[keephersafe]

Thanks.

[Nailing it. Does she have him figured out yet? He chances a glance up at her and realises that she's closer to him than most people dare to get when they get a good look at his eyes and the suspicions start to dig in.]

... I'm R.

[Just R.]

Nice you m.. meet you.

[endingpoint]

[ She's never met someone dead before and she doesn't want to be rude??? So she's trying not to like...assume. ]

You too, R.

[ Just R. Huh. ]

Can I ask you a question?

[ Look, Jane is going to try to be as nice as possible because on the best of her days she's completely socially awkward anyway. ]

[keephersafe]

[Oh God here it is. R feels himself cringe and wonders if it got onto his face before he caught it. The record player needle skips over to the next track, fuzzing in the groove for a moment.

He nods.

R is sure, though, that he already knows what he's going to be asked.]

[endingpoint]

Are you...are you okay? Do you need a doctor, or...is there something you need to feel good? You can ask the closets for anything you need.

[ JANE IS CONCERNED FOR HIM, OKAY. And she's trying not to be super offensive. ]

[keephersafe]

[He looks at her like he doesn't understand. It wasn't exactly what he was expecting, after all, and he sits in dumbstruck idiot mode for a few long seconds before he shakes his head.]

I'm fine.

[A doctor could only confirm the obvious. When you're Dead, there isn't an illness around that can bother you.]

But thank you for asking.

[He counts up in his head out of habit. Six syllables is a good reach.]

[endingpoint]

[ He doesn't look fine, but maybe in his world, where he comes from, this is normal. Which is relative. There are at least two talking animals here and so if this is what it's like where R is from, who is she to judge?

'Zombie' and 'dead' never even cross her mind because she really has no context or memory for it. ]

You're welcome. We should all kind of...look out for each other here. We're all we've got when the mansion goes crazy.

[keephersafe]

[The Dead don't really look out for each other. Not like the Living do. They move into the city in groups because it's safer, because a lone zombie is an easy target, but not because they care about each other. Things had been changing, in a slow and strange way, when he had left the airport with Julie... but there had been too much confusion to really pin it down.]

I like that. [He says, with a short and surprisingly co-ordinated nod.] I'd.. like to help.

[And yet.. he isn't sure how much it would be permitted. Perhaps this woman doesn't recognise him for what he is, but others would.]