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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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[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?

What d--

[ ....

After an extended moment of presumably surprised silence, the long coil of rope that had been just hanging out around mid-forearm is hoisted up over a shoulder instead, right in time with the particularly put-out scoff released by its owner as he () steps forward.

There's a distinctive booted clop and jingle of spurs. Arms are crossed. The disapproval continues to radiate. ]

Seriously? [ Paaauuuuse. ] Wait, you brought that sword too for this? What were you thinking?

[Cloud's arms would have been crossed as well - except his chest was disturbingly... lumpy and he didn't know how to comfortably cross his arms over it without feeling damned awkward. He's already feeling defensive - he's in a dress after all - and so the question gets a tilt upward of his eyebrows but his voice doesn't shift much from its growl]

I was thinking I'm going to use it on people. Just hopefully not here. [and, because he can do this too, he'll dryly add:] Do I want to know why you brought rope to a whore house?

... Good question.

[ Turns sullenly and... are they good and alone here? Fantastic. Suddenly there's a cowboy sort of getting in your face, Cloud, bending down to face-level, peering in with huge, long-lashed blue eyes. ]

But at least it matches me. Most women don't make a habit of running around with... huge slabs of metal disguised as swords, Cloud.

[ And you know, seems like Blondie isn't the only one who's got the awkward end of the stick when it comes to arm-crossing, because... close-up? Despite any efforts to hide it, this is still an unusually curvy, graceful cowboy, and-- also seems to resemble Cloud a lot for some bizarre reason??

Only a lot manlier, apparently.

At least until the hat's finally pulled up and off, and a whole lot of hair the same color as the irritated flush spread across his-- er, her face falls out. ]

[ Which she promptly shakes slightly and attempts to smooth down to one side- not too terribly hard, considering she's a Final Fantasy character and all. Beautifully-tamed hair is part of the package.

The disapproving frown stays there, though. This? Worst idea ever. ]

[the sudden closeness as well as the unexpected eyes had Cloud jerking a little straighter in his seat, defensive instincts kicking into overdrive. What came next however -

he really didn't have anything to offer what came next except the widening of his blue eyes and the slight part of his lips which was the full on equivalent of his jaw dropping for someone like Cloud.

Instead of mentally flailing, his mind just went into lock down mode, leaving him on his own for this situation, thank you very much. It offers him one thing on its way out the door.]

Why do you get to dress like the guy?

Why do you get to dress as a girl. [ A really funny-looking girl in her opinion, but that's beside the point. She shakes her head again slightly, scoffing, her voice still flat. ] I'd look terrible in that dress.

[ Duh! So you get to look terrible instead. You're welcome. Anyway, it's not like she's happy about this either, you know.

She drops down to sit beside him, eying the table with a dubious expression. That makeup looks a little too-- way too gaudy for her, but since she's thinking about it, for a moment she touches fingertips to her lips, before turning back to Cloud with a sharp gaze - they might be a bit shiny all on their own, but it's still odd for her not to be wearing anything right now. ]

Either way, this has to work, Cloud.

[he's going to get argumentative - or at least snarky - until she actually sits down. As if they're really in this together and he's not on his own. So she's already got his blue eyed attention even before she actually uses his name.

That has him understanding just how important this is to her.

It settles him from his gruff, embarrassed defensiveness. Let's him focus on why he's in the dress instead of the fact he's in the dress in the first place. So instead of a sarcastic or dry quip, Lightning actually gets a soft sound in his throat of understanding and agreement and a single chin tuck, his equivalent of a nod. Down to business.]

I don't know what to do with the makeup.

[chapstick when he's going to be riding Fenrir in the desert is about his limit and he even forgets that a lot of the time. And the tone's different when he asks it this time.]

What are you doing here, Lightning?

[ Lightning looks up from peering again at the makeup, experimentally picking up and dipping a wand of mascara in and out of its container; is it possible at all to turn a buff guy into a half-way presentable woman with this? Who knows. Her gaze is sharp as she peers at his face- both because of the question and in consideration. ]

Save the girls, right? Why else would I be here?

[ Why does Lightning do anything? Answer: because it involves her family in any way. Even the 'members' she's not technically related to, such as the dippy orange-haired one with a tendency towards starting a whole world of trouble.

And no, this isn't logical at all, but... since when was the last time that made an appearance in her life? Trying to be the serious one in a world of crazy can be tiring, but someone has to do it. Therefore, she does what she can. ]

((ooc. besides, Cloud actually enjoys hanging around with your Lightning - and will deny it if it's ever brought up in his presence))

[he watches her and it finally hits him that she's just as worried about them as he is. It's - a bit of a revelation and it earns a single blink of surprise from him. Not that she'd worry - but that she's as deeply worried about the girls, that they're that precious to her, as he finds them.

It counts in his book. For a lot. And it steals the last of his resistance.]

All right. [his blue eyes are determined and sharp and he'll move his chair closer to her, studiously shifting his chair so it's away from the mirror so he doesn't have to watch.] Put the make up on me.

[it's go time. Or - make-up time at least. Then it's go time.]

[ Lightning gives a quiet sigh, oblivious to his realizations and focusing entirely on what he actually says and does. It's more than just slapping it on, you know! Or... well, okay, maybe the kind of people who would regularly use this might just do that, but if Lightning's in charge then... she feels responsible for making him look at least... somewhat presentable. ... Yeah.

Though of course, it's not like she's ever had much experience in this area- she sort of had other things to worry about during that window of time most girls would be really starting in on learning to use makeup. Like jumping into taking care of her sister and joining the military.

... Lucky for her she's plenty pretty anyway? ]

I think foundation would make you harder to recognize... but honestly? I also don't think I can pull it off. [ More deep frowning goes here. Like, he's not quite a match for her, but still conspicuously pale; messing up would be obvious and a Waste of Time. She lays her hands in her lap briefly, then slowly begins to unbutton shirt cuffs and roll up her sleeves. ] Should be able to get away with lining your eyes and that kind of thing, though.

[ Ahaha, picking out an eyeliner pencil and sharpening it... kind of ominously? Yes she's trustworthy enough, but just how much thought has he given to the idea of letting someone near his eyes with pointy objects? ]

[she's speaking a foreign language to him, more of that great mystery that is 'girl talk'. 'Foundation', last he knew, was what you put under a house but he gets the idea that it's something else entirely when it's in a woman's hands. The rolling up of her sleeves though gets an unpleasant little drop in his stomach. He's well acquainted with the 'getting down to work' motion and it just seems to seal his fate in Lightning's hands. He mantras 'it's for the girls' in his head and refuses to make a run for it the way every male instinct in him is screaming at him to do. The pencil sharpening gets the white showing around his eyes though even if he refuses to back down. Do girls really put stuff around their eyes with a pencil? Why? What unfathomable mystery somewhere in the past drove the first female to look at a pencil and think 'that's something I want near my eye'?

it's for the girls...

So he swallows - and maybe his eyes look just a little bit 'lost little boy' - but he'll stay perfectly still, waiting for her to tell him to close them or leave them open.

She doesn't seem to be wearing anything around her eyes and he thinks she looks just fine. He's not going to argue with her though. She's the one with the sharp, pointy object.]

[ It's probably a good thing Cloud doesn't actually ask about any of that, because it's pretty doubtful he'd want to hear the answer an annoyed woman like Lightning would provide.

After all, yes, although she, like most of her (in-canon) buddies, was born with eyelashes almost long and thick enough to brush her hair with... here? Here it doesn't matter, because he obviously was not.

And you know, this also really isn't a practical time like your typical adventurey monster/goon-fighting scenario, in which even a little bit of lip gloss is pretty indulgent. This is a situation in which Dolling Up is necessary. And Lightning, even though Etro help her it's something she does oh so extremely rarely, like everything else she does, takes Dolling Up very. Very. Seriously. ]

Don't do that face. You'll be fine.

[ Well... and then she does tilt her head at him slightly. Maybe she is in fact a little sympathetic. If he turns out too instinctively twitchy at having his eyes messed with, there's not much she can do about it anyway. She lets her voice dip softer, and for her credit, doesn't point the pencil at him before she declares: ]

Close your eyes.

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[he has no idea what 'face' he's doing but he'll narrow his eyes a little in response. Trying not to do it. She's helping him - and the girls - out after all. He's trying to not be a total ass about it. 'Fine' being a relative term of course. Still... he trusts her.

It's a bit of a surprise to realize it because he doesn't give that kind of thing a lot of thought most of the time. Having someone come at your eyes with sharpened tree points makes you evaluate it though and he realizes... he really does trust her. If she says it will be fine... it will be fine.

Or at least as close to fine as she can make it and that's good enough for him.

So he searches her face one last time with his blue eyes before finally closing them at her surprisingly soft instruction.

Okay, Lightning, do Your Worst. He's been through the chopping board with Hojo often enough - he can sit still for the torture that is feminine makeup. Ignore the way he wrinkles his nose when you come at him with anything powdery.]

[ Well, Lightning is honest to a fault and, lucky for Cloud and even if it's usually used for something else entirely, she's got a whole lot of fine motor control in her arsenal. So long as he holds still, she's totally got this!

Although just to make sure he doesn't jerk away and put a line of makeup halfway across his face or whatever, she does lay the weapon-callused fingers of her off-hand against his jaw a couple of times. Just... ignore that, though. This is way awkward enough.

We'll also ignore the ridiculousness of a pink-haired girl dressed as a cowboy putting make-up on a dude in a dress, right? Right. ]

... Okay. [ She leans back after a few minutes, snapping closed with finality the compact in her hand. That should do - congratulations, you look like a girl - although the only thing missing... ] I don't know if you really want to put anything on your lips that you find in... a place like this.

[ If you... catch her drift, man. ]

[Cloud's of the mind to ignore a LOT of the ridiculousness of his world right now and if Lightning is going that route as well, all the better. Somehow he has the reassuring feeling this is going to be one of those Things Never Spoken Of with her - and he's good with that. So he'll sit through whatever it is she's doing that's tickling his face and smells funny, only twitching a little the first time she touches him before he adjusts to the feel of her hand and settles under it.

When she finally lets go he's actually disappointed. The touch was nice, especially given how unnice everything else here is and - well, the act of putting the makeup on him isn't as bad as the fact that she's finished now and it's Official. He's wearing makeup.

Again.

He is NOT going to look at himself in the mirror. Though he does have the sneaking suspicion that this time the makeup is a little more... tasteful than it was last time. It doesn't make him happy that he's even aware there would be a distinction. He'll grunt his:]

Thanks.

[and then proceed to look blankly at her. No, Lightning. Your drift has drifted right over his head and swirled off somewhere into the ether.]

[ ... Oh, Cloud. Lightning's eyes fall to half-closed as she dips her head. She's not going to explain without prompting, and definitely wouldn't want to even if he did ask. Instead she quickly moves on, standing up and--

Silly Lightning, cowboys aren't supposed to carry lip gloss in their jeans pockets! ("It was for my chocobo, honest!") Whether he knows it or not, it's a pretty big deal for her to just hand it over, silent and with her face serious as ever. It beats the alternative, though. At least she doesn't... um... do anything strange in her time between reapplications. ]

Do this yourself. It doesn't take a genius.

[ Haha, good luck. ]

[he'll take the lip gloss and look at it suspiciously. Not because of what he's worried has been done to it but because... it's lip gloss. If he can wield multiple swords with both hands while steering Fenrir with his hips, surely he can handle lip gloss.

Right?

So he ends up having to face the mirror after all and his blue eyes skip carefully away from his face to concentrate on his mouth. It's like chapstick. He's used chapstick from time to time driving through the desert. Same concept.

Except of course chapstick is colorless and if he messes it up no one can tell. The gloss doesn't have much but there's a small hint of color to it. Still, he manages to get it on his lips. Mostly.

It doesn't taste bad either.

Eyes suspicious, still waiting for the laughter he's expecting because he pretty much deserves it, he turns back in the chair so Lightning can inspect his work.

Does he at last get an A for effort, Light?]

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fourth wall event is a go

always room for one more (famous last words?)

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NO U, hahaha

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you came back. It counts :)

if only LJ would cooperate now... ^^;;;

fate attempts to thwart us - but we will triumph! ...slowly

slooooooowly

but surely!

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