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Entry tags:
- !4th wall,
- !event,
- 9s,
- @heartstone manor,
- alphys,
- ashleigh mischief,
- carly nagisa,
- cole,
- commander syrlya,
- five,
- foster van denend,
- ginko,
- gongenzaka,
- herbert west,
- hinawa,
- john childermass,
- joker,
- jonathan strange,
- julien delacroix,
- junko enoshima,
- lambert,
- lauren,
- mercury black,
- miko nakadai,
- papyrus,
- reira akaba,
- rin okumura,
- rita mordio,
- sans,
- sora,
- steven universe,
- susan,
- taako,
- tallisibeth (scout),
- the psiioniic,
- tyki mikk,
- yotsuba tamaki,
- yugo,
- yuzu hiragi,
- yūya sakaki,
- zangetsu,
- zecora
⇨ FOURTH WALL EVENT! (OPEN TO ALL)
Who: Everyone and the 4th Wall Visitors!
When: Day 175
Where: Heartstone Manor
What: THE 4TH WALL BALL BEGINS! This is where unapped visitors can post and roleplay. Please read the rules and setting info below. For more information and visuals refs, read this. Questions can be asked over here.
Warnings: Individually marked! Could be a lot of things.
When: Day 175
Where: Heartstone Manor
What: THE 4TH WALL BALL BEGINS! This is where unapped visitors can post and roleplay. Please read the rules and setting info below. For more information and visuals refs, read this. Questions can be asked over here.
Warnings: Individually marked! Could be a lot of things.
THE GRAND BALL↴![]() Heartstone Manor is a giant, spooky castle floating in the middle of a twilight filled void. It is the home of a Wyld Fae calling himself The Prince - and despite his name, he is a bestial creature crammed into a gentleman's clothing, completely obsessed with replicating the ideals of old timey human society, much like the 1800's. The Prince and his many servants all dress in a manner appropriate to to the 1500's - 1800's, and decorum and beauty are held sacred above all else. All the workers of the carnival are currently staying there, in the hope of enabling a successful diplomatic venture between the Ringmaster and the Prince. The Grand Ball is being thrown by the Prince to honour these guests, but his manner of doing this is going to come as a bit of a surprise.
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....Okay, maybe "at another balcony" is slightly misleading. Joker isn't actually at it. Or on it. Instead, he's tucked himself against the architecture of the wall it's protruding from, clearly having perched there a little above the floor.
...A lot from the floor, but without trying to run off.
Try not to judge him too hard.
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For anypony to find you to dance?"
She offered a bemused smile his way, turning to pace closer to him with a gentle clatter of obsidian hooves against the balcony's stone.
"It's such a charming night --
Why deny others the delight?"
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That I'd prefer a bit of reprieve?"
Finally, there's the flutter of wings that announces Joker is coming down from his perch. The light reaches just enough out into the balcony to show that there's something wrong with his face: something like a scab on his cheek, but, instead of flesh, it's just complete stone. His smile is a little twitchy.
"See, me and Sans got inta a little row
So I thought I'd take a break from the show."
Also he's having a mild meltdown but it's fine, he's fine.
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"After all these years I see
There's more you are not telling me." She made light of the remark, but honestly, Joker -- how long had you been her friend?
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"Maybe I'll tell ya the whole tale
When we're gone and all is well."
Not the greatest rhyme, but cut him some slack. It's hard to rhyme when he's worked up like this.
"What about you, how are you doing?
Not inside, with all the partyin'?"
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Crowds are not my style."
She let the last word hang as she regarded him with a look best described as razor-sharp -- then, just like that, all her frustrations with this whole trip, with the rest of the members of the carnival, and with everything that had been through in the past several years came to a head.
Being Zecora, it wasn't much of a head. But still.
"It may have escaped your detection.
But I do not need protection.
Unless you wish both to end
I am your colleague and your friend.
Don't utter lies on which you'll choke
And don't play your troubles as a joke."
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Any kind of temper from Zecora is a surprising thing, and the sudden sharp reminder has him jerk back a little with a couple of befuddled blinks. Soon enough, wings drooping awkwardly, he glances away as he's told off. His hand raises, wanting to rub at his shoulder and forgetting that, with the tailors of the Prince's, there's no empty sleeve to fiddle with. When she's finally done, there's no immediate answer, just some uncomfortable shifting.
"Bloody hell," he finally mutters, still avoiding eye contact, "I ain't a child ya gotta tell off, Zecora. S'just- too much like Celebration. Every inch of it."
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That's your sole trouble with the feast.
Especially when I'm staring
At the new mark you're bearing." She motioned with her muzzle, practically seeming to point her whole body at the stone scar on his cheek.
"You hide behind a smile
And pretend all the while.
You put on airs
For one who cares.
After all we've been through
Have I not earned more from you?"
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"Have ya seen who's servin' us?" he tries again, voice a lot more level now.
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"How much time do you think I spent inside?"