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[April woke up three hours ago, and she has no idea what's going on.
Okay, so that's not 100% true. She's explored her room and scanned the journal, so she has an extremely basic idea (sitting in what looks like a really fancy hotel room, in possession of a weird communal journal that doesn't seem to obey the laws of physics, something big involving a lion happened a few days ago), but beyond that? Absolutely no clue.
Right now, the journal is the most interesting thing. It's definitely the most unusual, and so she figures that if she wants her other questions answered, it's her best bet.
Especially because it seems like people are using it to communicate. Somehow.
First she has to test it out, though. She could introduce herself to everyone, or write an impassioned plea for information, or start screaming her head off about having been kidnapped. But... nah. Instead, she'll do this:]
[OOC: If you want your character to play tic-tac-toe with her, just save the image to your computer and draw in their O! Or, if you can't/don't want to do that, you can tell me which spot their put their O in and I'll fill it in myself.]
Okay, so that's not 100% true. She's explored her room and scanned the journal, so she has an extremely basic idea (sitting in what looks like a really fancy hotel room, in possession of a weird communal journal that doesn't seem to obey the laws of physics, something big involving a lion happened a few days ago), but beyond that? Absolutely no clue.
Right now, the journal is the most interesting thing. It's definitely the most unusual, and so she figures that if she wants her other questions answered, it's her best bet.
Especially because it seems like people are using it to communicate. Somehow.
First she has to test it out, though. She could introduce herself to everyone, or write an impassioned plea for information, or start screaming her head off about having been kidnapped. But... nah. Instead, she'll do this:]
[OOC: If you want your character to play tic-tac-toe with her, just save the image to your computer and draw in their O! Or, if you can't/don't want to do that, you can tell me which spot their put their O in and I'll fill it in myself.]
[Dictated]
How are people supposed to believe that for real?
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Usually around the time the floor opens up and spews nineties movies starring Robin Williams and too much CGI into our actual lives.
Seriously, give it a few weeks and you'll see some shit.
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... Okay, first I'm gonna leave this room.
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You drink?
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[She flips the stained page of her journal and scrawls directions to the death match from the lobby.]
That's how you get to my bar. Think you can figure that out on your own or do I need to come fetch you myself, smarty pants?
[Dictated]
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[Customer service, she has it]
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[...]
Uh, what would this totally-real-not-at-all-a-dream magic castle have done with my wallet?
[Dictated]
[Any other chick that orders whiskey gets automatic cool points.]
Wouldn't matter. Money's different here, but you don't really need it unless you go into town. Consider tonight on the house, anyway.
[And wishes are more easily explained to cynics in person, so she'll just leave it at that for now.]
[Dictated]
[It'll take her ten or fifteen minutes to make it down to the bar, but she gets there.]
[Action]
Hey.
[Action]
[Equally flat tone, which is... standard for her.]
Sorry it took a while. Getting used to flying for the first time, you know. It's harder than it looks; birds deserve mad props.
Is this place seriously called the Death Match?
[She saw the sign on the way in.]
[Action]
I'll make sure to fistbump the next pigeon I see.
[She nods sideways at the engraved sign on the bar, as if to say "Duh, why the hell else would that be there," but she's playing nice for now. The whole place is actually totally amazeballs since the castle got a face lift and made all her dreams come true~
Not that she's bragging. /cough]
Sure is. I inherited the place so I can't take credit for the name, but I wasn't about to step on the toes of a castle legacy. Besides, it's kinda badass.
[Action]
[April takes the whiskey with an under-the-breath "thanks", and takes a swig.]
[Action]
[She takes a drink too, casually leaning one elbow on the bar. She does love showing off her baby, so to speak.]
I'm Meg, by the way.
[Action]
April.
So how long have you been not-dreaming here?
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Just shy of a year. I laughed, I cried, I puked in my mouth a little. It's been a hell of a ride, but I'm dead back home [Besides being well... undead] so this is pretty much it for me.
[Action]
You, uh.
Don't look like a ghost.
[Action]
Nah.
[just
dropping this tidbit and her eyes go black as she casually sips her drink
ain't no thang]
Just a demon.
[Action]
We must fight to the death.
[April's thought process here: she's probably not really dead, but on the off-chance that she is, making light of that is too mean even for her. Joking around with her claims to be a demon, though? Totally fine.]
[Action]
[Dead serious. There's a pang of sadness as she says it, but really, she's gotta be able to joke about this if she's ever going to move the fuck on with her life.]
Don't always swing that way, but you know what they say about opposites.
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[Really, she's dead serious.]
Anyway, what's your deal?
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[Another long swig and she's finished off her whiskey.]
What do you mean, my story?
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