Liv Moore (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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entrancelogs2018-10-01 01:06 pm
livemoore) wrote in entrancelogs2018-10-01 01:06 pm
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Who: Liv Moore + You
Where: Inside the mansion
When: 10-1
Rating: PG-13, talk of people dying.
Summary: Liv is on the chopping block.
The Story:
[ When Liv re-arrives in Wonderland, the timing is incredible. Not because she overly loves being stuck in this place where she can't control the things that happen to her (but when could she these days, anyway?) but because she is literally up for execution. Turning people into zombies when there's a brain shortage is a capital offense these days, but letting people die of incurable diseases? That was worse to her than any punishment and well worth the risk.
Hands and legs handcuffed and mouth taped shut, her eyes widen as she lands in the foyer. Of course it couldn't be her room. She has to sort of hop until she finds someone, hope they recognize her, and decide to help her. It's as she's trying to scoot along that she remembers: she had unfinished business here, and now, in her urgency she falls over, groaning as she hits the floor.
Turtle-ing would be far more embarrassing, so she just sort of rolls to her side, trying to somehow get herself free. ]
Where: Inside the mansion
When: 10-1
Rating: PG-13, talk of people dying.
Summary: Liv is on the chopping block.
The Story:
[ When Liv re-arrives in Wonderland, the timing is incredible. Not because she overly loves being stuck in this place where she can't control the things that happen to her (but when could she these days, anyway?) but because she is literally up for execution. Turning people into zombies when there's a brain shortage is a capital offense these days, but letting people die of incurable diseases? That was worse to her than any punishment and well worth the risk.
Hands and legs handcuffed and mouth taped shut, her eyes widen as she lands in the foyer. Of course it couldn't be her room. She has to sort of hop until she finds someone, hope they recognize her, and decide to help her. It's as she's trying to scoot along that she remembers: she had unfinished business here, and now, in her urgency she falls over, groaning as she hits the floor.
Turtle-ing would be far more embarrassing, so she just sort of rolls to her side, trying to somehow get herself free. ]
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[She shrugs.]
I can manage!
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[ There are still moments (and the fear is only greater now) she worries someone will snap at the idea of a zombie wandering around. So, some protection couldn't hurt. ]
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[She lowers her horn and cyan light emanates from it, surrounding Liv before sinking into her skin with a slight tingling sensation.]
You might want to check in periodically so I can refresh the spell, but that should do the trick.
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I owe you one. Things haven't been safe at home and maybe...maybe things will be different here but this makes me feel better.