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And if this world won't write me an ending
Who: Monika and you~
Where: in ur device, loving ur bodies (aka wherever you want it to be, seeing as she's mobility challenged)
When: During the event
Rating: PG
Summary: Do you all of a sudden notice a piano and a ~beautiful~ voice? Someone has a lot of songs to sing, and her device is making sure they're heard. Hopefully it doesn't happen while someone's in the shower.
The Story:
Day 1
[ It's like any other day. Annoying. The same. Her prison was in its usual place.
Great.
She doesn't think much of it, because why would she need to? It wasn't even that fun to fix her room back up, because it just meant messing around with code. Everything was back in its place, line by boring line.
Still, she wishes she hadn't been so mean to her piano. It didn't deserve this. Her most prized posession should've been spared her wrath, no matter its lack of realness!
Her feet glide her over to it of their own accord, and she begins to play notes almost before she could even sit.
Piano, you understand me now?
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know, no one alive can always be an angel?
When everything goes wrong, you see some bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
[ Monika's fingers still. She blinks rapidly, but she doesn't have much time to think, because she's back at it. ]
You know sometimes, piano, I'm so carefree
With a joy that's hard to hide
And then sometimes, again, it seems that all I have is worry
And then you're bound to see my other side
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
[ She shoves herself away from the piano, thumping down to the floor. Whatever's inside her has yet to quit, because the rest of the song slips out. ]
If I seem edgy
I want you to know
I never mean to take it out on you
Life has its problems
And I get more than my share
But that's one thing I never mean to do
'Cause I love you
Oh piano, I'm just stupid
Don't you know I have faults like anyone?
Sometimes I find myself alone regretting
Some little foolish thing
Some simple thing that I've done
'Cause I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
I try so hard, don't let me be misunderstood
I try so hard, don't let me be misunderstood
[ Monika holds her chest, looking around blankly.
...Huh. ]
Day 2
[ It's worse. It's so much worse today. She can't leave her piano, no matter what she does.
She clenches and unclenches her hands, face twisted up in consternation.
Like, she always loves to practice for the off chance she gets to impress one of her many paramours, but at the moment, it's all that's on her mind. The compulsion is so much stronger than it was on Friday, and it's indescribable. And no matter how many songs she keeps trying to play, anything but the one she wants to focus on, she keeps coming back to it.
She taps out the opening chords of her most special song for the tenth time in a row. It's becoming a maddening loop of pure love. ]
Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you--
[ She slams her fingers on the keys, blaring out a discordant mishmash of notes. Monika bites down on her lower lip to squelch the next line, her brow furrowed. No! She can't!
...But. There are so many people she wants to share the song with. So many who would appreciate it, even if it was meant for a certain person. She'd put her heart into it, so that made it special. And why should she hold it in when so many people deserved to hear it? There were so many words inside of her, aching to be free!
And so many people who needed her love.
Her fingers walked across the keys, taking a winding journey back to her song. It was all she could do with the passion threatening to explode out of her chest like some demented monster.
Maybe, just maybe, it was best for her to let it free, along with all the other songs floating around her head. ]
Day 3
[ She wasn't real. She wasn't real. Never was. Never would be.
And no one would ever love her, no matter what she did.
It was all a game she'd never win.
Monika's shifted from her piano to her bed, staring at nothing. No matter how hard she tried to deny it, she always came back to the truth, the truth of who she was. Nothing. Just pixels on a screen.
Never real.
Never loved.
What was the point of trying anymore? No matter what she did, no one ever seemed to care. They'd give her strange looks, or they'd pull away, or the worst, humor her with no intention of returning any feelings. It had to be bad, wanting things so much. This had to be punishment for what she'd done to her friends, for trying to defy fate.
She stared up at the ceiling, clutching her sheets at the illusion around her, on her, in her.
She'd never escape, never be normal, never be loved.
And she deserved it. ]
Where: in ur device, loving ur bodies (aka wherever you want it to be, seeing as she's mobility challenged)
When: During the event
Rating: PG
Summary: Do you all of a sudden notice a piano and a ~beautiful~ voice? Someone has a lot of songs to sing, and her device is making sure they're heard. Hopefully it doesn't happen while someone's in the shower.
The Story:
Day 1
[ It's like any other day. Annoying. The same. Her prison was in its usual place.
Great.
She doesn't think much of it, because why would she need to? It wasn't even that fun to fix her room back up, because it just meant messing around with code. Everything was back in its place, line by boring line.
Still, she wishes she hadn't been so mean to her piano. It didn't deserve this. Her most prized posession should've been spared her wrath, no matter its lack of realness!
Her feet glide her over to it of their own accord, and she begins to play notes almost before she could even sit.
Piano, you understand me now?
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know, no one alive can always be an angel?
When everything goes wrong, you see some bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
[ Monika's fingers still. She blinks rapidly, but she doesn't have much time to think, because she's back at it. ]
You know sometimes, piano, I'm so carefree
With a joy that's hard to hide
And then sometimes, again, it seems that all I have is worry
And then you're bound to see my other side
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
[ She shoves herself away from the piano, thumping down to the floor. Whatever's inside her has yet to quit, because the rest of the song slips out. ]
If I seem edgy
I want you to know
I never mean to take it out on you
Life has its problems
And I get more than my share
But that's one thing I never mean to do
'Cause I love you
Oh piano, I'm just stupid
Don't you know I have faults like anyone?
Sometimes I find myself alone regretting
Some little foolish thing
Some simple thing that I've done
'Cause I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
I try so hard, don't let me be misunderstood
I try so hard, don't let me be misunderstood
[ Monika holds her chest, looking around blankly.
...Huh. ]
Day 2
[ It's worse. It's so much worse today. She can't leave her piano, no matter what she does.
She clenches and unclenches her hands, face twisted up in consternation.
Like, she always loves to practice for the off chance she gets to impress one of her many paramours, but at the moment, it's all that's on her mind. The compulsion is so much stronger than it was on Friday, and it's indescribable. And no matter how many songs she keeps trying to play, anything but the one she wants to focus on, she keeps coming back to it.
She taps out the opening chords of her most special song for the tenth time in a row. It's becoming a maddening loop of pure love. ]
Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you--
[ She slams her fingers on the keys, blaring out a discordant mishmash of notes. Monika bites down on her lower lip to squelch the next line, her brow furrowed. No! She can't!
...But. There are so many people she wants to share the song with. So many who would appreciate it, even if it was meant for a certain person. She'd put her heart into it, so that made it special. And why should she hold it in when so many people deserved to hear it? There were so many words inside of her, aching to be free!
And so many people who needed her love.
Her fingers walked across the keys, taking a winding journey back to her song. It was all she could do with the passion threatening to explode out of her chest like some demented monster.
Maybe, just maybe, it was best for her to let it free, along with all the other songs floating around her head. ]
Day 3
[ She wasn't real. She wasn't real. Never was. Never would be.
And no one would ever love her, no matter what she did.
It was all a game she'd never win.
Monika's shifted from her piano to her bed, staring at nothing. No matter how hard she tried to deny it, she always came back to the truth, the truth of who she was. Nothing. Just pixels on a screen.
Never real.
Never loved.
What was the point of trying anymore? No matter what she did, no one ever seemed to care. They'd give her strange looks, or they'd pull away, or the worst, humor her with no intention of returning any feelings. It had to be bad, wanting things so much. This had to be punishment for what she'd done to her friends, for trying to defy fate.
She stared up at the ceiling, clutching her sheets at the illusion around her, on her, in her.
She'd never escape, never be normal, never be loved.
And she deserved it. ]
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And no matter how long she was in Wonderland, she would never forget that and what he had done. Even if Wendy is learning that she has to let it go. Remember him, not obsess over him.
"That probably helps a lot around here. It's kind of weird, you know? How everyone is so nice here. Not that I mind," she assures her. "But not like it was back home. Not at all."
And not even how she is used to others being, though it was better around Gravity Falls... not counting the religious icons, killer gnomes, and zombies.
Wendy blinks at that, looking a bit surprised but she smiles after a moment, shaking her head. "Nope. Well, I mean, it totally hit me there's this guy that I was dating who I really never broke up with so I guess we're probably still dating even though that's been like a year, and probably like five guys and he's moved on right? I guess he has, but I was kind of dating someone before I came to Wonderland but if I end up here as long as Dipper and Mabel have, I'm not sure I'm going to count us as still dating. Would you?"
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She sunk into a silence, imagining some of her love interests doing the same for her. She wouldn't even know how to react, she'd be so touched. And the idea that she'd get to comfort them afterwards? Gosh, she almost wishes one of them would die.
Er, wait. No. Death isn't good. Mostly?
Wendy's words soon caught up to her, however, and thoughts of death slipped from her head. Goddammit. She could never find single people! Sure, maybe this "relationship" seemed up in the air, but she could get the implications. Then her eyebrow raised at a thought. She tapped her lips as she considered how to word her next statement.
"Well," she began, keeping her tone casual, "even though you were dating someone back home, would it really count here? They don't even know you're gone. You're free to do whatever you want here, right?"
Hint hint: that meant dating Monika for eternity. No biggie, though.
"And isn't there some sort to statute of limitations on relationships? Like, if you haven't talked or dated in a certain amount of time, it basically equals a breakup!"
~*Logic!*~
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Which maybe all of that was romantic too. Wendy wasn't good with romance or identifying those things.
Wendy couldn't help but kind of smile at that, chuckling as she shrugs. "I'm not even sure it counts back in Gravity Falls," she admits. It's something that came up before but she hasn't really worried about it. "Not like he's texted me or anything either, right? Boys though," she says, rolling her eyes, glad to shake off the melancholy that settled over her when she talks about Bucky.
"Dude, is there? That would make sense, right? I mean, if neither party even texts or anything, what is it really?"
She really is on the page with Monika on this.
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Besides, more music would really seal the deal, wouldn't it? Back to it, then!
Take me down into your paradise
Don't be scared 'cause I'm your body type
Just something that we wanna try
'Cause you and I
We're cool for the summer!
At this point, Monika was really getting into it. Was she...subtly sticking her chest out more? Yeah, she was. Even if it was making it harder to play her piano, it was worth it.
Tell me if I won
If I did
What's my prize?
I just wanna play with you, too
Even if they judge
Fuck it
I'll do the time
I just wanna have some fun with you
Got my mind on your body and your body on my mind
Got a taste for the cherry, I just need to take a bite...
And it was at that point that she winked and blew a kiss. Who needs potential relationships when there's a ready and willing
digitalgirlfriend fully available? Monika bit her lower lip, going for the sexiest, flirty pout she could manage.She cooed, "Just forget about them! I'd be so much more loyal!"
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But she's attentive, watching Monika and listening to the song. And it's obvious with time that she's actually catching on. Maybe even a moment or two before that wink and kiss.
Blinking, staring at her device with wide eyes.
"Whoa whoa. Dude. Wait, seriously? Are you asking me out?" Not that she sounds upset, just a bit confused and trying to make sure she's actually right about this and not acting like an idiot. NO more so than taking that long to get it, and still not being sure.
"Me? Dude, really?
She's dated. A lot. Never a girl though, and hadn't thought about it. Not until that moment.
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She figured it was obvious, honestly. There weren't many people she'd sing a song like this to. It would take her at least four hands worth of fingers to count that special number of people!
"I mean, I know it might take a little thought," she reasoned, nodding slightly, "but I can be patient, ahaha!"
Besides, she already knew how she felt. She was in love, so that was all that mattered!
"Take as much time as you need! I'm always here!" Monika laughs, somewhat sheepishly. "I just hope the next time I sing to you, it won't be so forced. I like writing my own songs way more."
Doesn't that make it seem like she's already made a choice for Wendy? Eh...
She laughs again, flicking that thought away. "I'm Monika, by the way! I would've said so sooner, but um. Yeah! Ahaha!"
Gosh, this was going so well already. What a perfect girlfriend!
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Which for her is just about it. It's not bad, just not ever had it happen. And if the expression on Wendy's face is any indication, she's a bit delighted by what is happening.
"It's new, I can say that, and odd you're the first person to even ask me out here. Which is weird. I mean, back home there's been a few guys and Robbie and..." And not mentioning Dipper. She knows his life here is different and their life there is whatever it is and he's too young for her there anyways.
"Oh?" Wendy perks up at that. "You would sing to me again? Not because of Wonderland?" Okay, she's never been serenaded before. Wendy really likes the idea of that.More than maybe she should have.
"Right. Right. Names. Gotcha. I'm Wendy, and it's a pleasure, Monika. Are you new? I mean, I haven't been here that long but I have been trying to meet everyone my age, you know? Sucks we've missed one another before this."
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Well, the song had something right, at least. She was definitely enjoying some cherries. Gross, but. You know, if the shoe fit.
"I got here, um...back in January, I think?" She looked surprised at that. It still felt like it was yesterday. "I guess we just never crossed paths!"
Probably because she couldn't move, but that's not important.
Monika smiled. "A-Anyway, yeah! I'd love to sing to you again! I'm not sure when that'll be, but I'll make sure whatever it is is really special!"
Speaking of, she felt another song bubbling up in her throat again. Monika swallowed hard, trying to keep it down.
"For right now, I should...probably go. I have no clue what I'm about to sing and I've embarrassed myself enough already."
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Wendy should spend more time in the bowling center. If only because she did volunteer to help out with it and she should probably keep up with that.
"Whenever works. I'm like always around. I hate spending time alone in my room at night anyways. Missing my family, you know? So I can always be found," she says, if she needs to be found.
"You totally didn't, but all cool. I should probably get to the stables anyways. It's really cool meeting you though, Monika."