passingmeme | fourth wall event is a go

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.

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[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))

((it's a little scary how flexible Cloud is))

[Cloud's idea of "normal" comes from what he's been piecing back together of reality since Tifa found his sorry self at the train station. He knows that having hallucinations or thoughts you didn't come up with yourself isn't normal. Neither is being crippled by sudden flashbacks. But he's not in a position where he can kick back and wonder what's wrong with him; he doesn't act like a lunatic, so he's got things together enough. This is his normal.

And it's been getting better. His hallucinations are even up to dry wit now, apparently. He appreciates it only as far as it does not segue into flickering vision and a blinding headache.]

Long on lectures, short on help. I'll figure it out myself.

[These are bold words. Bold words indeed, as it becomes apparent within five seconds of him approaching the far end that one Cloud can become just as lost at the makeup counter as the other. He grabs a tube of--something (it is, in fact, mascara)--and rolls it over in his hand as if to divine its rightful purpose and application. Uncaps it.]

...they put this gunk on?

[he'd like to pretend he thinks this version of him is more of a jerk than he usually is - except he tries not to lie to himself. He does however take a smug amount of pride in watching... himself try to figure out the odd mysteries of women's makeup.

It probably means there's something wrong with him - that he's enjoying his own misfortune.

Of course if anyone is listing what's wrong with his psyche, they should probably start with the fact he's watching a hallucination of himself mess with makeup in the first place.

He's not sure if it's because he thinks Tifa would want him to - or if it's that he's pretty sure, no matter how much fun it is not to, that he's supposed to be trying to self-help himself but he finally gives in enough to grunt from his spot:]

It goes on your eyelashes. There's a little comb inside.

[He makes a face]

For some reason you need your mouth open when you do it. Don't ask.

[ He sees the comb, and he gets that it makes more sense being for the eyelashes than for anything else. So he doesn't ask about that other bit, because maybe the other him knows what he's talking about.

...He's not rushing to do it, either, for a variety of reasons. ]

This doesn't make any sense.

[ Make-up or hallucinations. But Aerith's waiting outside and there's more than a few sleazebags in Wall Market, so it's time to man up and do this. (If only he knew she was busy ripping them off.) He leans forward and...

*wipe, wipe*

...swipes mascara at himself. Making that face, as much as he tries not to as soon as he catches himself doing it. ]

Like...this?

[ ...It could have gone better. ]

[there's a brief rub to the back of his own neck and Cloud's not sure if he's going to laugh - or just give up on all traces of his masculinity right now. Either way ...he... needs his own help right now.

Standing up he clomps over to where the other him is in front of the mirror. At least he can walk comfortably this time because he'll be damned if he's going to squeeze into fancy underwear again when no one's going to see them anyway. Brows down he scrutinizes his 'other' face. Finally he exhales with a shake of his head.]

Let me do it.

...

[and - since they ARE in the Honey Bee and the last time he ran into himself here... it's a growl as he warns:]

And if you try to kiss me I'm punching you all the way back to Sector Seven.

[ He barely manages to stay still under the scrutiny; much as he tries to keep a poker face, the situation is too weird for him to not twitch, split-seconds of his uneasiness showing before he shuts it out again. And then--what? He's not the one who kissed himself. Both eyebrows tug down as he frowns with his eyes, his lips pressed into a line. There's no growl in his voice, just complete flatness as he deadpans: ]

Wouldn't dream of it, sugar.

[ ...ugh, he just gave himself the creeps. He heaves a sigh and waves his hand, expression loosening. ]

Go ahead. We both won't do anything; I don't have the time for it. Tifa's...

- in a pinch. I know.

[it's enough to focus him completely. Tifa needs him. Either version of him. Which means he'll do whatever it takes to keep her safe. She's his to protect. Even if it means wearing silk and lace.

And makeup.

He'll take the mascara away from the younger him and give it his own measuring look. He's seen this in action too many times now for his own sanity but at least that means he thinks he can handle it without putting out his own eye. Pushing up the sleeves of his dress over his forearms, he instructs:]

Tip your chin up and keep your eyes open.

[and then, because he's a masochist and can't help himself, he'll ask:]

You already got the crown?

fourth wall event is a go

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

whoo, trainwreck! I lost my response the first time I wrote it, sheesh.

ain't no getting offa this train...wreck

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Clouds so prickly with each other, lol

lol - if you can't snark at yourself, who can you snark at?