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entranceworks2017-11-25 09:13 pm
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+ ENTRANCEWAY TEST DRIVE MEME +
Your mind is a car, a car in the vastness of the universe, slowly going down the road which connects thought upon thought and you glance at your hands as they grasp the steering wheel, wondering if you are fit to master the curves of creativity, to weather the rocky roads of prose, to order a cool glass of beer at the roadhouse of inspiration no wait a second you can't order a beer you're driving you're test driving your mind car drunk what have you done WHAT HAVE YOU DONE THIS IS THE MIND POLICE SLOW DOWN AND PULL OVER IMMEDIATELY YOU ARE UNDER ARREST I SAID SLOW DOWN THIS IS--


ENTRANCEWAY
TEST DRIVE MEME
TEST DRIVE MEME
►► Take a brand new muse out for a drive, bring an old voice and try Wonderland's setting and population on for size. See how that Mirror personality fits your character! Post a top level comment, tag into other people's starters, enjoy yourself!
►► Any scenario goes! Thread out your character's arrival, have them act like a long-established resident, let our past events inspire your scene, or write up literally any Wonderland-based scenario you feel like playing with!
►► If you want to take it a step further, check out our NAVIGATION for all the game info you'll need, and our INPUT & INQUIRIES page for any missing pieces. If that's got you convinced, the pages for RESERVES and APPLICATIONS are right there for you!
►► Please only note that any threads made as part of the test drive meme are not game canon, and cannot be used for the activity check OR as samples for any future applications. Thank you for understanding!
AND THAT IS ALL, GET SETTLED IN AND HAVE FUN!

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Holy shi-!
[Reeling back just in time to avoid getting hit with whatever the hell that was, Daisy looks down at the floor to see a broken doll head and what looked like a tea cup. Carefully she stepped in view of the door, but on the opposite side where the shattered porcelain was.]
Everything okay?
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She wasn't invited and has called me such terrible names.
[She says, pressing a hand to her chest and letting out a sigh before gesturing to the rest of the dolls at the table.]
It has distressed the other party guest. She has even stolen a slice of cake and it wasn't even her Unbirthday!
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So apparently everything wasn't okay.]
A doll stole a slice of cake?
[Daisy isn't sure what would be creepier. If this woman was assuming her dolls were real and talking to her, or if this was a legit some sort of Chucky moment.]
no subject
[She softly grips her new party guest's chin and looks her right in the eyes.]
Is today your Unbirthday? You are not allowed any cake if it isn't deary. [Don't disappoint her sweet child.]
no subject
Well it's not my birthday, so I guess it is?
[What ever the hell she just walked into, she sure as shit hadn't signed up for this.]
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Excellent!
[She suddenly exclaims and pushes the girl down into a nearby seat. There is a surprising amount of strength in the movement for such a small looking woman.]
You can have Ms. Gwen's seat. Don't be rude, deary, introduce yourself.
[There are other people here after all. They are waiting with baited breath for your introduction!]
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Oh. Um.
[These dolls are beyond creepy. Almost as creepy as this woman, who seemed to take inspiration from the dolls with the way she's dressed.]
I'm Daisy.
[She directs it at the woman, not the dolls. She's not talking to the dolls.]
Look, I just wanted to see what was going on. So, I'm just going to...
[Daisy starts to get up from the unbelievably small chair that she barely fit into.]
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My mother once told me stories of a girl named Daisy. She was made of hair and bone and little teeth. I once tried to grow a daisy too. She wasn't like the girl in mother's stories though... and she withered and died. Left me all alone...
[Hey, kinda like you! She keeps a hand on her shoulder, the other coming to rest on her head.]
It's a party and you haven't even had any cake or tea. Surely a daisy needs a drink.
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She could feel her adrenaline kicking in when the woman held her down, not forcefully, but enough that she knew it might be an issue if she really ignored her and just got up regardless.]
I'm good, thanks.
[Calmly she adds:]
So you can let go of me now.