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entrancelogs2013-06-13 11:24 pm
no_nonsense) wrote in entrancelogs2013-06-13 11:24 pm
My shadow and Me. [Open]
Who: Susan, her shadow, and absolutely anyone who wants to join in.
Where: Various locations.
When: Friday - Monday catchall.
Rating: PG?
Summary: Susan wakes up to find a whiny, petulant version of herself complaining in her room. Given the amount of horrible glitery garbage the woman has pulled out of the closet, she's decided to drag her out of the room and contain or detain her elsewhere. This is going to be a long few days.
The Story:
Susan was the worst sort of person when it came to mornings. This was not to say that she was the kind of person who generally dislikes them, or that she was resistant to rising from a comfortable bed and beginning the day, no, she was quite the opposite. Susan Sto-Helit was a morning person and, to exacerbate matters, she was one of those infuriating people who could stay up late into the night and still awake, fully rested, just before dawn. Whether it was coincidence or poetic justice that fueled the circumstances on Friday morning, it was hard to say, but Susan was awoken by Susan exactly ten minutes before she had intended to get up.
"You snore really badly."
It was always a bit strange to hear one's own voice, even in a world where audio recording was a common thing. Susan was decidedly not from a world where audio recording was a common thing, so it took her a second before she realized she hadn't actually said that. Well, she had, but--this was going to get complicated, wasn't it?
"If you'd just listened in your Klatchian lessons you'd have another five pronouns to throw around as you please, but you never did because you were soooo busy with Geometry, and what has that got you, hm? Calculated many square roots lately?"
The yellow-eyed double was draped across the foot of the bed, flopped back like a teenager trying to make a point, with no regard to where Susan's legs happened to be at the moment. She rolled her head to peer at, well, herself, and Susan's face shifted into her go-to scowl.
"--Oh no, don't say it," the double preemptively interrupted her and held up a hand as if conducting their conversation, "Who are you? How did you get in here? Are you the evil mirror me--and no, but if I was we could at least have some sort of ripping duel with dramatic outfits and swords. Not that you'd ever want to, seeing as you're just so dreadfully boring."
The double huffed in a melodramatic, fully voiced way and swung herself up into a seated position. She didn't bother to fix her outfit, an outfit Susan would have demanded back had the real version not been folded on her dressing table, and instead patted her hair with both hands as she stood. Good grief, whoever she was, she sashayed with an infuriatingly lazy gait. Hers was the walk of every irritating shopper who ever blocked an aisle in the market.
Susan continued to scowl at her as she shoved off the covers and her double huffed again as she reached the closet. It had transmuted itself into an impressive wardrobe at some point, but was now obscured by all manner of ridiculous garbage. Everything from pointlessly ornate swords to velvet cloaks with skull themed embroidery was either perched on, draped over, or piled in front of that wardrobe. It looked like a costume shop had vomited all over her floor.
Susan had no idea how to get rid of this woman or what, precisely, she was, but she knew one thing with absolute certainty as she looked at the horrid mess strewn across the room. She had to keep this woman away from the magical closets. There was no telling what someone with her determination and absolutely no restraint would manage to pull out of one, given unlimited time and no supervision. It might not be dangerous, really, but it would be annoying and, by the looks of things, there would be quite a lot of it. It would probably all end up in here...and, no.
Just: no.
"Out," Susan demanded and her double rolled her eyes as she looked back over her shoulder. "Now."
"No, I don't think so," the girl huffed and propped her hands on her cocked hip. "I don't have to do anything you say, because I'm you."
"You are not," Susan snapped.
"Uh...yes, yes I am."
"No," Susan said with some finality and was summarily ignored.
"You listen to everyone but you and I'm sick of it. Now you're going to listen to me." The double dropped herself into the only chair in the room and crossed her arms over her chest. After a moment's consideration, she propped her feet up on the nightstand and then--oh, no, was she pouting? She was pouting. "And we have so much to talk about. I mean, really, let's start with that outfit and how...dreadful it is. I mean, there's no velvet on it--"
Susan let out a long, heavy sigh and tried to ignore her own voice pitching and chattering as she got dressed. Her double didn't quite manage to harass her into wearing a cloak, but she did the next worst thing and put one on, herself. Susan tried not to look directly at it as she forced the woman out of her room and into the hall, but she knew it had little silver spangles on it.
They jingled.
(OOC: So this is my catchall Susan log for this event. I'm going to toss up a few location headers in the comments, with brief prompts of what Susan and her shadow might be doing. If those aren't everything you want them to be, please feel free to make a new thread with a new location. Or reply in the same location and ignore the prompt.
Really, it's all good.
Also, if you want a thread to be on a specific day/at a particular time just drop it in the header and I'll roll with it.
Let the madness commence.)
Where: Various locations.
When: Friday - Monday catchall.
Rating: PG?
Summary: Susan wakes up to find a whiny, petulant version of herself complaining in her room. Given the amount of horrible glitery garbage the woman has pulled out of the closet, she's decided to drag her out of the room and contain or detain her elsewhere. This is going to be a long few days.
The Story:
Susan was the worst sort of person when it came to mornings. This was not to say that she was the kind of person who generally dislikes them, or that she was resistant to rising from a comfortable bed and beginning the day, no, she was quite the opposite. Susan Sto-Helit was a morning person and, to exacerbate matters, she was one of those infuriating people who could stay up late into the night and still awake, fully rested, just before dawn. Whether it was coincidence or poetic justice that fueled the circumstances on Friday morning, it was hard to say, but Susan was awoken by Susan exactly ten minutes before she had intended to get up.
"You snore really badly."
It was always a bit strange to hear one's own voice, even in a world where audio recording was a common thing. Susan was decidedly not from a world where audio recording was a common thing, so it took her a second before she realized she hadn't actually said that. Well, she had, but--this was going to get complicated, wasn't it?
"If you'd just listened in your Klatchian lessons you'd have another five pronouns to throw around as you please, but you never did because you were soooo busy with Geometry, and what has that got you, hm? Calculated many square roots lately?"
The yellow-eyed double was draped across the foot of the bed, flopped back like a teenager trying to make a point, with no regard to where Susan's legs happened to be at the moment. She rolled her head to peer at, well, herself, and Susan's face shifted into her go-to scowl.
"--Oh no, don't say it," the double preemptively interrupted her and held up a hand as if conducting their conversation, "Who are you? How did you get in here? Are you the evil mirror me--and no, but if I was we could at least have some sort of ripping duel with dramatic outfits and swords. Not that you'd ever want to, seeing as you're just so dreadfully boring."
The double huffed in a melodramatic, fully voiced way and swung herself up into a seated position. She didn't bother to fix her outfit, an outfit Susan would have demanded back had the real version not been folded on her dressing table, and instead patted her hair with both hands as she stood. Good grief, whoever she was, she sashayed with an infuriatingly lazy gait. Hers was the walk of every irritating shopper who ever blocked an aisle in the market.
Susan continued to scowl at her as she shoved off the covers and her double huffed again as she reached the closet. It had transmuted itself into an impressive wardrobe at some point, but was now obscured by all manner of ridiculous garbage. Everything from pointlessly ornate swords to velvet cloaks with skull themed embroidery was either perched on, draped over, or piled in front of that wardrobe. It looked like a costume shop had vomited all over her floor.
Susan had no idea how to get rid of this woman or what, precisely, she was, but she knew one thing with absolute certainty as she looked at the horrid mess strewn across the room. She had to keep this woman away from the magical closets. There was no telling what someone with her determination and absolutely no restraint would manage to pull out of one, given unlimited time and no supervision. It might not be dangerous, really, but it would be annoying and, by the looks of things, there would be quite a lot of it. It would probably all end up in here...and, no.
Just: no.
"Out," Susan demanded and her double rolled her eyes as she looked back over her shoulder. "Now."
"No, I don't think so," the girl huffed and propped her hands on her cocked hip. "I don't have to do anything you say, because I'm you."
"You are not," Susan snapped.
"Uh...yes, yes I am."
"No," Susan said with some finality and was summarily ignored.
"You listen to everyone but you and I'm sick of it. Now you're going to listen to me." The double dropped herself into the only chair in the room and crossed her arms over her chest. After a moment's consideration, she propped her feet up on the nightstand and then--oh, no, was she pouting? She was pouting. "And we have so much to talk about. I mean, really, let's start with that outfit and how...dreadful it is. I mean, there's no velvet on it--"
Susan let out a long, heavy sigh and tried to ignore her own voice pitching and chattering as she got dressed. Her double didn't quite manage to harass her into wearing a cloak, but she did the next worst thing and put one on, herself. Susan tried not to look directly at it as she forced the woman out of her room and into the hall, but she knew it had little silver spangles on it.
They jingled.
(OOC: So this is my catchall Susan log for this event. I'm going to toss up a few location headers in the comments, with brief prompts of what Susan and her shadow might be doing. If those aren't everything you want them to be, please feel free to make a new thread with a new location. Or reply in the same location and ignore the prompt.
Really, it's all good.
Also, if you want a thread to be on a specific day/at a particular time just drop it in the header and I'll roll with it.
Let the madness commence.)