fourth wall event is a go

[passingmod.livejournal.com]

FOURTH WALL EVENT START








Welcome to the world of your dreams.

Anything you've ever wanted to be, anything you ever could have been exists here and now. There are no limits to one's dreams. Anything that can happen, will happen here. You're in as much control, or lack of control, as you want to be in.



who: anyone and everyone, not just game members! all are invited to participate, from any verse you choose. imported game cr, oc's, au's, fandom oc's, doubles etc. anything goes here.

where: the setting is onepassingnight's theme: dreams! so go crazy with the setting. it's your dream.

what: a crack meme for crack fun :)

how: put your character and fandom in the subject of your comment in some form. otherwise, the rest is up to you. first-person, prose, action, etc. you decide.

one rule: if you are planning to play out a mature subject in your thread/the thread turns mature in any way (ie. murder, sex, etc.) put a warning in the subject at the moment the mature subject starts.

Comments

do you feel pretty? pretty and witty and bright?

[findmyownreason.livejournal.com]

[to call the place gaudy (http://bulk.destructoid.com/ul/139076-final-fantasy-vii-s-winning-formula-wall-market/Honeybee_Inn-620x.jpg) is probably just being polite. There's neon pink in odd places, chipping fake gold in even odder places and the very heavy smell of cheap perfume and an underlying scent of joint liniment. The bouncer out front is old and jolly and cheerfully calls you a dork and the girls working inside are dressed in cheap honey bee costumes with the fuzz worn off in patches. You don't want to know what they call you. They do however push/harass/guide you through the large inner hallway with its disturbing labels in corroded brass next to its thick doors and into the back room through a set of swinging doors. There's only one occupant in what is obviously a dressing room (http://i56.tinypic.com/fjdp9k.png)and they're sitting on the far stool in front of a makeup mirror. Scowling through narrowed glowing blue eyes. The ... vision of loveliness? (http://finalfantasy.neoseeker.com/w/i/finalfantasy/7/7d/FFVII_Miss_Cloud.jpg)... greets you with what must be a smokers induced growl of:]

Took you long enough.

[windunchained.livejournal.com]

You were waiting?

[The question is bland, as though the answer doesn't particularly matter. Zoisite doesn't seem to find anything wrong with Cl- the vision of loveliness.]

[findmyownreason.livejournal.com]

[the glare isn't exactly for the new arrival so much as - well, probably Cloud's life in general at this moment. He's trying to be a good sport about this but he's seconds away from crossing his arms stubbornly over his newly padded (and uncomfortably itchy) chest and going into full emotional lock-down. And he's not even trying to change his voice.]

They said you were the one that was the expert about make-up.

[windunchained.livejournal.com]

Perhaps they have mistaken me for Venus.

[On anyone else, this would be a joke. On his anime or manga counterpart, Cloud's assumption would be entirely true. Zoisite delivers it as a random, intriguing thought that he still probably won't follow up to its conclusion.]

ohdear

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Ami looks - the vision of loveliness - up and down.]

Could it be...

Cloud?

Re: ohdear

[findmyownreason.livejournal.com]

[you get a scowl of greeting too, Ami. And that narrowed eyed look is a smoldering warning. When he does speak, it's grit between his teeth.]

Not. A. Word.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[In the animanga versions of her world, guys regularly cross-dress as part of their evil plots somehow, Ok? This is just-]

Planning something?

Re: do you feel pretty? pretty and witty and bright?

[kaiserknuckle.livejournal.com]

Cl-Cloud?!

[findmyownreason.livejournal.com]

[oh fuc- damn. Have a sullen, subdued:]

... Tifa.

[kaiserknuckle.livejournal.com]

[ Oh. Oh she is trying so very hard not to laugh, and she's got both hands covering her mouth, shoulders shivering with the effort to not bust a gut.

She's pretty sure she's calmed herself when she finally lowers her hands, clearing her throat before she speaks. ] You look...

[ Nope. Can't do it with a straight face. ]

1/??? This might take a while

[livin_my_dream]

...Sorry I didn't...[Zack trails off as he looks up.]

[livin_my_dream]

Cl-Cloud?!

[livin_my_dream]

[His face just freezes this way for a bit.]

[livin_my_dream]

[What?]

[livin_my_dream]

[What?! WHAT?!]

[livin_my_dream]

[Dumbfounded expression is go, cause he has just got to be missing something here.]

Done

[livin_my_dream]

[Finally his lips start to twitch and he small chuckles start to push their way out, until finally the dam breaks and Zack doubles over in laughter.]

I feel teal deery and seeing double. Hope that's OK.

[pyritic.livejournal.com]

[His face stays rather composed for the situation, besides eyebrows raising up. He's pretty sure he should just leave. Except he forgot his make up. And getting disguise underwear without a disguise for his face is working backwards. Corneo will see his face. The scumbag's going to see a world of hurt before he sees anyone's underwear tonight, let alone his.

...But the fact that he's considering staying in with another hallucination to get his masculinity called further into question is a sure sign that Wall Market and certain girls are screwing with him and good. Time to ditch this minigame.]

I can take longer.

[Back through the swinging doors into the hall it is, g'bye insanity and emasculation--except.

He puts his hand to his forehead, scowling because he knows if he misses anything his cover might get blown (it happened on the train, it could happen again) and if it was just himself that'd just be a perfect excuse to pummel everyone.

...But Aerith and Tifa will be there.

Just as the honey girls are starting to giggle at his indecision, he heads back in again, setting off a fresh outburst of titters. Cloud doesn't show any sign of listening to them, instead putting one hand on the back of his hip.]

How'd you do that with [our? my?] your cheeks?

((eta- That is if you're okay with your Cloud already being "dolled up"; I made an assumption off "vision of loveliness before checking out the other threads, sorry.))

more than OK. And I love your Cloud. Trainwreck Cloud style, here we come!

[findmyownreason.livejournal.com]

[he watches... himself stride into the room.

He watches himself stride right back out.

He blinks thoughtfully.

Shit.

He thought he was over this kind of thing.

But apparently not because he strides back into the room.

If Tifa finds out about this, she's not going to be happy. He's supposed to be past his 'crazy' stage and hallucinating himself - again - is really a bad sign.

In a strangely comfortingly 'normal' kind of way.

At least this version of himself hasn't tried to kick him.

Yet.

Cloud has always had a bit of a problem with being challenged though and so he can't help but be unhelpful and dryly answer:]

Pinched them really, really hard.

does it still count as being an ass if you're only being an ass to yourself?

((ooc: not at all! Dolled up already is fine. it's a dream, Cloud's... flexible))

I couldn't resist.

[dressesupboys.livejournal.com]

[Aerith, hands clasped in front of her, is leaning against the door frame, her head lowered. Why? She's stifling a few giggles that just happened to come through. She doesn't want to make Cloud mad - that's the farthest thing from her mind - but he just looks so pretty in that dress again.]

I thought you said you'd never get in it again.

not with an awesome name like that! :D

[findmyownreason.livejournal.com]

[It's lucky you're so cute, Aerith because he totally hears those giggles you're trying to downplay. Mako hearing is a curse like that. He'll try to fold his arms over his chest but the fact it's now... lumpy defeats him so he's just going to settle for a sullen scowl and a muttered:]

I thought I burned this dress.

you have many replies... have another.

[op-righteous.livejournal.com]

Well. Sorry.

[ Having just strolled into the room-- or rather, ah, slammed open the door with an impressively sullen, heavy-booted kick, your newest companion is quite apparently unimpressed with both set-up and the one found inside of it. The bad attitude is firmly in place; even while tugging at the brim of the hat pulled low over his () face, the echoing scowl is still blatantly obvious around both it and hand. ]

always room for one more (famous last words?)

[findmyownreason.livejournal.com]

[have a scowl for a scowl, stranger. Cloud's not exactly thrilled to be here either. Though the busting in the room did have his hand going to the hilt of the giant sword next to the chair.

dammit. Is he going to have to fight in this get up?

Not just yet apparently though it does bring up the question of:]

How are you supposed to be helping me?

*fashionably late, also in drag because you told me too XD*

[kadonamonkey.livejournal.com]

[Zidane doesn't mind being pushed around and hassled... if it's by cute girls in bee costumes that is. Whatever could they be pushing him to? And.. and... oh... oh my GOD.]

...C-cloud.

[Zidane trembles from the sheer effort it takes not to burst out into laughter. Of course it fails. He is quite soon just doubled over laughing so hard it HURTS. He probably SHOULDN'T be laughing seeing as how for some reason or another he too is looking rather pretty at the moment (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v142/DG-sama/7006683.jpg). He probably just finished with a performance though. What's your excuse Cloudina?]

let the hijinks begin! XD

[findmyownreason.livejournal.com]

[when they told him it had to be two girls to get into Don Corneo's he'd figured the Honey Bees could provide him with an extra.

By 'extra' he'd meant one of them.

Apparently they'd had other ideas. Or just a really twisted sense of humor.

So when they pushed the tiny blond girl into the room it took him a minute to realize who it was. Which gave Zidane just enough time to bust into laughter.

Cloud endures it the same way he endures a lot. With a scowl and patiently waiting for it to finally end.]