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[paradisamods]

Fourth Wall Meme
It's lj_spotlight week! paradisa does not allow non-members to post or comment in our main community, so we're offering this as a place to roleplay with our cast. Both character journals and personal journals are welcome, as well as doubles, original characters, AUs, whatever. Not all can be applied to the main game, but they're certainly welcome here.

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[clarklike]

[Clark Kent is sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee and reading his journal. His glasses are resting on the table, folded up. Good job with the secret identity, dude.]

Hmm.

[yeahihidmypants]

No one wants to talk to you? [smirks]

[clarklike]

Apparently not.

[yeahihidmypants]

I would say maybe someone just needed me to get things started, but... that is not the kind of company I'd want to attract. [get out, Lex]

[werewolfrules]

[LSP is displeased, having just woken up in the castle. In the voice of a middle-aged man attempting to imitate a valley girl:]

Oh my blob, this place again?

[glasscieling]

[I'm twelve years old and what is this]

Uh- uh- yes?

[werewolfrules]

[A floating blob.]

Yes what, smoothie?

[glasscieling]

I presume you mean the castle. So- yes. It's this place again. [he just- doesn't even know what to do when faced with something like this. 8O]

[hadengineered]

[coming up to stand behind her

smirking like a boss]

[hadengineered]

Most certainly.

[Unfazed :> the smirk only stays on.]

I believe I am - lost.

[ghostinthelamp]

[Please do not mind this oddly ordinary red desk lamp. Because it is totally ordinary, and there is no possible way that it-]

My my, what an interesting place.

[Okay, never mind. React as you will to the moving, talking lamp. It won't bite.]

[halfgoddess]

[Cassie watches it move, eyebrows lifting. Did that lamp just...]

Uh... did you just talk?

[ghostinthelamp]

[And it swivels around to look at you, an amused tone in its voice.]

Why, yes, I did. Does it surprise you?

[halfgoddess]

[She moves closer to get a better look.]

I've seen lots of weird stuff, but a talking lamp is a new one.

How do you talk without vocal cords?

[lionbeforelambs]

[Arthas is leaning back in his chair (which is, unsurprisingly, frozen in a block of ice), one hand wrapped around Frostmourne, the other balled into a fist propping up his head.

He doesn't look too friendly -- and yet, oddly docile for such a menacing looking creature.]

[lionbeforelambs]

[And Arthas looks up. See Arthas scowl.]

What--?