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entranceworks2018-09-08 07:43 pm
vitaelamorte) wrote in entranceworks2018-09-08 07:43 pm
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+ SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER TDM +
It's Chinese for 'Japan.'
Prompt A: Serious Event
A memory is displayed. It's yours, the most traumatic of your life whether it was a terrifying clown encounter or the death of someone you love. It's on a loop for everyone to see. You can enter the memory and take your own place, but no matter how hard you try, you cannot alter the outcome. You're forced to try in vain to change what happened or watch until you decide it's too much and walk away. If you can.
Prompt B: Lighter Event
Welcome to Storybrooke.
You've lived in a quiet town in Maine for as long as you can remember. You are a fishmonger or a diner employee, perhaps you work at the hospital. Whatever you do and whoever you are, it's not the real you. You are cursed and you know no other life outside of Storybrooke.
When the curse breaks (either from True Love's Kiss or, in a more TDM friendly, handwaved way), you have two sets of memories: who you were, and who you are. Do you choose to accept all that you were cursed to believe, or would you rather slip back into your old life? The choice is yours.
Prompt C: ediS rorriM
Use this prompt to test out your mirrors. Are they loyal to the new White Queen or do they think she's too good to be true? Do they long to cross over or spend their days tormenting reals? Whatever the scenario, know that the Queen is watching, and let that guide you - or not.
Prompt D: Choices
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.
Rules
Test drive memes go up every other month. Please note that any threads made as part of the test drive meme don't count towards your activity check, and they can't be used as samples for any future applications. Thank you for understanding, and have fun!
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Jemma Simmons | Agents of SHIELD
"It's name is AIDA, Artificially Intelligent Digital Assistant, and stop making excuses for it..."
What is this, the tenth time she's been forced to watch? It'll be the same. She's told to get on her knees. She refuses. Fitz shoots her in the goddamned knee. She knew it wasn't real, not a second, but the pain felt real.
The problem is that she still doesn't know what hurt more: the actual gunshot, or the identity of the shooter.
It looks like she's watching it passively, until someone looks a little closer. Tense jaw, white knuckles, clenched fists, and eyes turned upwards. She lived the moment. Why force herself to watch Fitz shoot her over, and over again.
Prompt B: Storybrooke
If Anne Simund whistled, she would while she worked. Instead, she's fulfilling specialized orders of medication. As if a child should be taking the dosage usually produced by the larger pharmaceutical corporations! Why give instructions to split the pill into 3/4? As if most parents have a pill splitter, and can measure the exact amount?
That's Anne's job. She's a proper compounding pharmacist. She doesn't dispense; she prepares and mixes. She was top of her class -- not that she expected otherwise of herself -- and yet is happy working in this small town. She can meet her patients, see the results of her work.
Anne also gets to spend all day making complex chemical mixtures. Her A-Levels in Chemistry, her Double First degree, all leading to this moment: making medicine for a sick child. Anne cannot think of a more noble profession.
The bell at the pharmacy door dings, but Anne doesn't look up. "Can I help you?" She calls out.
I kind of feel like I ought to apologize for this
Wither way, it's absolutely satisfying to watch her crumple down and genuflect to him. Most people here need to be taught such manners.
"One can't help but wonder what you might've done to make me so cross." He speaks clearly from down the hall, arms crossed. "Especially given how much we care for one another." At least, that's the story they've told him, and the pantomimes he's performed to divert suspicions from his behavior. He's already killed a woman to preserve that lie. Has she known all along?
Re: I kind of feel like I ought to apologize for this
Who knew Jemma'd be relieved the moment starts there, and not with the discussion of her shooting his digital father. The thought of it makes her angrier. How dare she be held accountable to shooting the equivalent of an NPC in a video game. Alastair Fitz was nothing, not her, not like Fitz insists.
Once upon a time, Jemma was unable to do what she does now: baldly lie to him. "It was a problem with some computer code. You weren't happy with how I fixed it. You didn't want it deleted."
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"Is that so? Bit of an overreaction, don't you think? I mustn't have been in my right mind at the time."
It doesn't work with what he knows about the Fitz from their world. Their Fitz is weak, simpering. They trample over him to meet their ends. He doesn't seem to have any such goals for himself.
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"You were," Jemma clears her throat. It's tight, and dry, like she's just dug herself out of her own grave again, or digging her way back in. "You were very attached to the program. Like those people who got all upset when Microsoft removed Minesweeper after Windows 8."
Jemma stops herself. She's babbling. Her Fitz would know what that means, but this one? Who knows what he knows.
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She's absolutely babbling, but he's grown accustomed to that too. Everyone here has some kind of insipid nonsense that devours their idle time. It makes them think they matter somehow.
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"I'm too wired right now," it's possibly a bigger lie than the computer code that made up Alastair Fitz. "But I'll take that cup of tea."
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"You must be. We'll head for the tea room. I'll get you a nice chamomile and you can tell me about what happened next. I can't imagine you'd let me go round shooting people for very long. It must be breaking at least a dozen protocols."
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She knows what he can and will do. There are days Jemma wonders if the Fitz she knew never came out of the Framework. The other question is would she let anyone punish him for what happened in the Framework?
Is it wrong of her to say no?
"I don't know about that." Jemma tries to sound like this is all a misunderstanding. "I let you shoot me."
Though up until the moment it happened, she didn't believe he could.
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"But you appear to have healed up well enough. You've not even a limp."
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She manages to muster up a strained smile, and tell the absolute truth. "It's like it wasn't even real."
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"Is there scarring?"
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She'd be more reassured if she had something with which to defend herself.
"None at all. I'd wager you couldn't find the slightest hint something ever happened." If only her mind was equally as unscarred.
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He's 'back' because this land is lawless, He's here to lay the groundwork necessary for Ophelia's arrival. She'll be so impressed with him when she sees his infrastructure. Hydra has its tentacles coiled throughout the system here, as it should be.
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A
And yet here is, betraying Jemma. Hurting her.]
This can't be real.
[Except, judging by the look on Jemma's face, it is real.]
Re: A
Jemma turns her back turned to Daisy and takes a moment to wipe her eyes with the edge of her sleeve.]
It is, and yet it isn't. It's a paradox.
[It confuses her that Daisy doesn't know that.]
b if this isn't too late } also if this doesn't work lemme know and i can edit
Maybe there's a way to help herself out of this situation without really realizing it.
"Yes, actually." She tries to make herself bright and cheery, like she's just any other customer. "I was wondering if there's something you could recommend for hangovers."
It is never too late!
"Well, there are several options. One is a more a tradition with anecdotal evidence." Anne always starts with this one, to ease any awkwardness in asking, even if the person in question doesn't look the least bit awkward. She heads toward a shelf at the front of the pharmacy and holds up a bottle full of neon orange liquid. "It's Irn Bru. Many Scots swear by it."
She would have a Scottish tradition front and centre, even if she doesn't know why.
Walking to another shelf holding supplements, "There's also some prickly pear extract. Studies have found it can cut the length any hangover by quite a noticeable percent."
One last thing, "If it was a particularly long night that ended not so well, you might want some electrolytes, and no matter what you take, water is always best."
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That's totally not an implication about their tendency to drink but more Drizella regretfully trying to out drink one. Not that Fitz was at his best at the time, but he's still got a bit of a genetic advantage.
"You have friends who are Scottish?"
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Anne can't help but grin, "And it would be fair for the country that makes Scotch to know a good remedy."
There's a pause, almost a glitch. "I --" it's like the words have vanished for a moment, "-- of course I knew plenty growing up." She can't think of another reason, "perhaps it's a bit of nostalgia on my part."
"Do you?"
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There isn't a lot of magic in the World Without Magic. But sometimes there's just enough to give someone a little nudge. She isn't sure how much of a nudge she should give Jemma, but she's going to keep dancing around the edges.
"Oh, no. When I was in my early twenties wandering phase I went tropical, not European. I've never been."
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"You never made it across the Channel? Pity. You missed out on plenty of history, like Rosalind Franklin, Ada Lovelace, Hertha Ayrton, oh I could go on and on," because everyone wants to know the history of Britain through science.
"But I have a special affinity for the Scottish, odd, I know for a girl from Devon," Anne has no idea why she's circled back to the Scottish.
sorry again! work was crazy this week.
"Not odd at all," she says with a small smile. "I'm pretty fascinated with Hawaii, even though I've never been in my life. We all have our little ... eccentricities."
We all have those weeks!
"It's amazing the little things that stick with us and we have no idea why, isn't it?" Is it? Is it really?
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Or, you know, magically brainwashed missing memories that are just lurking under the surface of your cursed self. Or something.