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Philip ([personal profile] radiopalkiller) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2013-06-29 07:25 am

If you could be any you, who would you be? [OPEN]

Who: EVERYBODY!
Where: TV Wonderland
When: June 29th - July 1st
Rating: anything from Teletubbies to Game of Thrones
Summary:
As announced this will be a catch-all post for shorter scenes, commercials, or things you simply don't want to make an entry for.
  1. If you want to involve your character in anything and everything, leave a blank comment with them and see what others drag them into! Other characters will respond and set a random scene for the two (or three or seven) of you.

  2. If you only have one particular thing in mind then set it up in a comment and wait for replies of anybody who wants to play along with the idea and stumble into that scene in their next response (or mark the thread CLOSED if you already have participants in mind)!
The Story:
Over the course of the event, everyone will be forced to act out various stereotypical roles and common tropes. The setting immediately around them will change randomly into settings from cliche popular media, complete with mediocre side-character NPCs who will never break character. It will become clear very quickly that they are expected to act out a particular role in the scene. They might be expected to be a tough cop, or a handsome sexy doctor, or someone’s evil twin come back from the dead, or any number of terrible tropes – and these tropes do not necessarily have anything to do with who the character is or what they do for a living. They could be the most innocent person and suddenly find themselves forced into the role of a hardened criminal.
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[personal profile] oversight 2013-07-02 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
Blake's just on the verge of a turning move when he catches sight of Jones. A smile starts to keep into his features, but he's forced to turn away from her while he performed two or three short, consecutive moves. At last, his practiced motions turned him completely around and he was facing Martha with a grin on his face.

"Don't usually see many people out this early," he commented, gesturing around to the area, empty save for them. He's still going through the motions, but it doesn't seem like he needs to employ too much thought into the motions. "Here for a workout, or are you just passin' through?"
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[personal profile] selfrespecting 2013-07-03 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
When he turns away from her to finish the set of movements, Martha comes to a halt and watches him, smiling to herself. It's like he's a wind-up toy, that has to finish everything that it's doing first. But she understands that martial arts are about flow, which means that she probably shouldn't have interrupted him in the first place.

The grin tells a different story, though. Blake seems to be more chipper than he was during their first conversation. Maybe he's been getting more sleep.

"I was just planning on taking a walk," she replies. "I also wanted to see if the event doesn't extend out here." So far, so good. "I probably should exercise a bit more, come to think of it," she admits. "I've been relying on my trek up to the eighth floor day in and day out to sustain me." And she seems to be in decent shape, but there's nothing wrong with getting a bit more of a workout. It's not like she doesn't have the time for it here.
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[personal profile] oversight 2013-07-05 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
For Blake, the extra time had been a large part of the reason he kept up (and even added to) his training regime. Everything he'd learned in the year or so since he'd left Gotham would certainly get rusty if he didn't constantly try to improve upon it.

"Hey, do what you gotta to get by, right?" He said as much without really pointing out to Martha where it connected in with her previous statements. As John turn another turn, his foot dug in and he came around to a sweeping motion that stretched him in all the right place.

"Should join me," he offered, holding the stretch for a long moment, breathing into the tense areas as if being instructed by a yoga teacher. "Here 'bout every mornin'. Here now, actually. Could use the comp'ny."
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[personal profile] selfrespecting 2013-07-06 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
Martha couldn't help watching him. There was a certain grace in his movements that did remind her of yoga more than self-defense, and she figured there was no harm in joining in if he really wanted the company. She might even be able to learn a few things. Martha always preferred negotiation to aggression when it came to engaging an enemy, but even she had to admit that it might do her some good to learn the basics.

"Not really dressed for it, but all right," she said after a moment of contemplation, stepping up to stand next to him while giving him at least an arm's length of space. She didn't know if she'd be coming out each morning, but it was good to know that she had a potential exercise (and possibly sparring?) partner.

"I've never really done anything formal like this before," she admitted. While traveling the world, she'd more or less learned as she went along. "So bear with me, yeah?" She was planning to mimic his actions, at least to the best of her ability, and then go from there.
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[personal profile] oversight 2013-07-11 10:43 am (UTC)(link)
Blake tipped his head in concession and slowed his movements so it would be easier for her to jump in at the earliest opportunity. "Nothing to it, really," he assured her, his smile enthusiastic. T'ai Chi has been one of the easier, more useful form he'd learned and he was forever glad for the fact that it game in handy more often than one might expect.

"Lotta the stuff I learned was 'bout letting the energy flow. Like water," he offered, his arms moving in fluid patterns as if to illustrate his point. "Gotta center the mind, really think 'bout being loose, and just sorta... let go." Simple as that, right? He was reminded of all those drawing tutorials he'd seen as a kid: draw a circle, add a line, you drew Wile E. Coyote. Sadly, sometimes those middle steps weren't quite as clear.

Blake returned to the beginning of the sequence, repeating six separate moves, each moving from one into the next without so much as a pause.
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[personal profile] selfrespecting 2013-07-11 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Nothing to it? Easy for him to say, of course. Blake looked to be an expert, or he at least made it look easy, and that was usually the sign of an expert as far as Martha was concerned. She still took care with listening to every word of instruction he gave, though. These were methods she'd heard in passing before, especially the whole bit about centering yourself, but Martha had never had much occasion to try that.

She wasn't sure she knew how to "let go," for one thing. She was always putting herself into the middle of things, focusing on what to do next, so letting it all go wasn't something that came easy to her. Still, she had to give it a try, at least, and so she let out a series of breaths and then, once Blake started over, followed along.

Martha got about three movements in before she lost track of what Blake was doing, which caused her to throw her hands up into the air and let out a laugh. "Oh, no, I'm hopeless," she said through the laughter. She realized it was probably because she was concentrating too much, but how could she not?
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[personal profile] oversight 2013-07-14 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Granted, there was a lot to be said for Blake's focus over the last year and a half. Before coming to Wonderland, he'd embarked on a fairly brutal training regime, and while he hadn't gained a lot of mass from it, he'd solidified and toned, and a lot of that was thanks to practice with slow, calculated movements like those he'd been demonstrating.

"Naw, definitely not hopeless," he assured, gesturing for her to begin again. "Just gotta take it a little quicker, actually." One might think it better to slow down, but the slower and more controlled the movement, the harder the muscles are working to maintain. "Don't think so much 'bout precision, just try to get from one place to another however you gotta."

Truthfully, he's never been much of a teacher, but he's practical. From experience, he knows there's a lot of different ways to do things, and sometimes it takes a little trial and error to find the right way to get through to a person.

"Try these three together," he said, stringing together three motions that probably look a lot more like one sweeping gesture.
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[personal profile] selfrespecting 2013-07-15 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
At least he was being patient with her. Martha was generally seen as a quick study. She'd never really struggled with school, and she'd always received good marks. There was no denying that she was more clever than the average person, but that all had to do with books and problems and memorization. This was something else, something that couldn't be learned by reading alone.

She reflected on Blake's words, even though they were hard for her to swallow. It was easier for Martha if there was a specific way to do something, a "right" answer, rather than something you felt out until you got it right.

Still, she could accept the fact that she had to get the basic idea down before she fine-tuned it, and so after she took a moment to study Blake's actions, picking out the three movements and putting them to memory, she turned away from him slightly and repeated the process with a little more speed, like he'd suggested.

It didn't feel as fluid and seamless as she would have liked, but Martha at least got through it, if somewhat awkwardly. She felt ridiculous, like she wasn't meant to move that way, but it was all a matter of practice, wasn't it? "I have to ask," she said after a pause. "Do you do this for practical application as well?" She got the feeling Blake didn't practice T'ai Chi purely for exercise and meditative reasons.
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[personal profile] oversight 2013-07-20 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
As he watched her, he waved her on, as if suggesting that she ought to keep moving, but he stepped out of line with her. He approached Jones, moving around the front, observing her movements with a more critical eye.

She was stiff. And unbelieving, on some level, though John suspected that had more to do with what was happening on the inside than what was happening on the outside. He reached out, and in following her movements, made a gentle correction to her arms, all the while considering the question she'd put to him.

"Use it defensively," he informed her, as if that explained anything at all. Meanwhile, he was sweeping in a foot to tap on one of hers, nudging her to adjust her stance out a little wider. A few seconds more to interpret the way it changes her movements and he was nodding and stepping back. Not bad, not bad.

"Think you're willin' to take a little journey? Might find benefit in meetin' a part of yourself." Be that spirit animal or a personification of her inner spirit.
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[personal profile] selfrespecting 2013-07-21 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Martha didn't mind when he stepped up to adjust the way that she held herself, taking his gentle suggestions and then putting them into practice. It felt much more natural after the changes, so if she could remember that stance, then she might actually be able to make more progress.

But it was meant to be used defensively...? Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea for her to practice some more, then. Martha didn't really want to learn more about sword-fighting or gun-shooting, because that wasn't in her nature. Even if she did get good at either one of those things, she doubted she'd be able to make use of those skills when push came to shove.

Defending herself, though -- that was something she could swallow. If she could learn an easy way to knock someone else out, even better. She was realistic enough to understand that there were people around here who might mean her harm, especially when the mirrors crossed over.

At Blake's question, Martha paused in her movements, glancing up and over at him. "A journey?" Normally Martha was more than happy to take off on some adventure, but she could tell Blake didn't mean that kind of journey. "How do you mean?"
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[personal profile] oversight 2013-07-21 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
For a moment, Blake searched Martha's eyes, taking in what he thought he saw there. She was tenacious like he was, and there was a strong curiosity, he could tell. Jones was not the type of person to misunderstand meanings, so when he'd put the question to her, he saw the recognition on her face.

"There's a powder," he began, "made from the root of a specific plant. It's... something of a sedative, and it opens the mind. Entirely natural, mind you — comes from the mountains of Tibet — but it's a direct path. Just takes bein' brewed into tea."

It was something of an offer without actually being an offer. Blake didn't want Martha to think he was some kind of pusher, and he knew she was a medical doctor, but some things weren't accounted for in Western medicine. A lot of things, actually, which he'd learned very quickly when he began his travels throughout the world.

"That somethin' you might try. Think it could help open a lotta doors for you."
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[personal profile] selfrespecting 2013-07-22 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Martha had to take a moment to actually process what Blake was offering her. It wasn't as if she was a complete straight edge -- she did her fair share of social drinking and all that, but this was a step beyond that, wasn't it?

It was natural, Blake said, and Martha doubted he would suggest anything that would have a chance of harming her, and yet she had to take a few moments to think it over, letting her arms fall to the side and her stance loosen up as she considered it.

She was somewhat familiar with certain Eastern medicines, but she'd never heard of this particular method. "A direct path" didn't actually give her that much of an idea of what she was in for, but...

"If you're certain it's not dangerous... How long do the effects last?" Martha couldn't afford to be out of commission for too long, not when she had her duties to fulfill at the clinic. At the same time, she thought it would rude to refuse Blake.
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[personal profile] oversight 2013-07-24 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
He tried to think back to the last time he;d bothered with that particular mixture. It had been another one of Wayne's training exercises, that time in order to teach Blake how to open his mind to all types of possibilities. It had allowed him to believe in his spirit animal and guiding spirit, but not so much how to cope and thrive in a place like Wonderland.

"Shouldn't be longer'n a half hour, I'd say. Maybe 'bit more if you find yourself relaxed enough to project yourself outside the influence of the root," he explained. He didn't know the mechanics that ensured the spiritual experience, not did he expect they might be the sort of thing not to be tampered with outside years and years of experience. In this scenario, Blake was the expert and that meant he had the knowledge.

As he looked down at his watch, he nodded to himself. "Be 'bout the right time if you let me go in a get the stuff. We'll go out into the maze, sit on a blanket, and wait for the sun to set before drinkin' the tea. Twilight hour's a good position to be in when tryin' to communicate 'cross realms. Gonna need to bring some water, too. Real important, that."
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[personal profile] selfrespecting 2013-07-25 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
A half hour wasn't long at all. Martha could manage that, especially if they were going to do it as the sun set. Then, if it turned out she didn't react well to it for some reason, she could always go and sleep it off. Martha didn't think Blake would offer up something that would do any kind of damage, though.

Granted, she was still skeptical. Communicating across realms? All from drinking tea? It sounded mad, but Martha had become more open-minded ever since her travels with the Doctor, and she was more or less of the opinion that she would try anything once. There were probably a few exceptions to that, but this wasn't one of them.

She shifted her weight from one leg to the other before letting out a sigh and nodding. "Right. I don't know about projecting or communication through realms or anything like that, really, but I suppose there's only one way to find out." She made a mental note about the water, figuring that Blake would bring the rest. "I'll... meet up with you tonight, then?" This was probably a bad idea, but he seemed too eager about it for her to refuse.
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[personal profile] oversight 2013-07-28 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, Martha, trust the power of television to guide you through this exercise; even Jesse Spano got off the caffeine pills by the end of that episode of Saved by the Bell.

Blake offered a firm nod and bid Martha goodbye for the time being. He hadn't dealt with a mental journey since he'd been home, and even then it had been a very controlled experiment. Since then, he'd been forced into the world of hallucinations thanks to Scarecrow's fear toxin, and while that had provided him ample opportunity to try to control his mental state, it wasn't exactly controlled experimentation either.

No matter. This would be different.

Making the tea didn't require a lot of thought, just some gentle attentiveness. He was required to stir almost the whole time the water was boiling, so he let his mind drift as his eyes followed the swirl of ground root spinning in the pot.

A journey of the mind was generally a powerful experience. Some part of him wondered if Jones could handle it, but to her credit, he'd never seen her mishandle something. Then again, they hadn't spent a lot of time together. In any case, around the time he was putting the tea into a thermos, he decided no matter what, it was only a half hour and they'd eventually dump out the other side no matter what was happening internally.

Blake arrived at the agreed upon destination, and had to admit to himself that his nerves were plaguing him a bit. She realized it was a shared vision, didn't she? He'd have to make sure before passing over a cup.
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[personal profile] selfrespecting 2013-07-29 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
While Martha was well aware that there was an event going on at the moment, she hadn't considered applying that to her little date with John Blake. Their morning conversation had been one of the most normal things that had happened to her this weekend, and that was saying something.

As he prepared, Martha returned to her room. She took a nap, if only to steel herself for whatever might be coming, and then asked her closet for a backpack to store some water and snacks in, just in case.

She grabbed a zip-up cotton jacket as well, which she pulled on as she made her way into the hedge maze. The very act of finding Blake was a journey of its own, but after getting good and lost she finally turned a corner and found him there, setting down a blanket.

"I made it," she said with a small smile as she walked over and set down her pack. She might still be a bit nervous about all this, but she almost always kept to her word. "I've had plenty of tea in my life, but nothing like this." She was curious to find out what it tasted like, if nothing else. That was the only thing she could actually brace herself for, and so she focused on it.
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[personal profile] oversight 2013-08-06 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
Blake eyed the pack, smiled in reply to Martha's grin, and gestured for her to sit. On a blanket in the maze wasn't the most secure location, no, but a short foray into another plane of existence could easily go uninterrupted over thirty harmless minutes. And even if anyone stumbled upon them, they'd just appear to be sleeping, anyway. Sleeping soundly. No matter what.

"Well, might wanna hold your nose," he warned, as he unscrewed the cap on the Thermos and poured a small cup. In an effort to show her there was nothing to fear about the scenario, he immediately tipped back the tea in one shot.

The bitter root only intensified with heat and John's face screwed together, pinched tight from the taste. Ugh. It was truly awful, but its effects were swift and powerful, and he had a feeling Martha would forgive him the taste if she found the experience as enlightening as he once did.

He settled and offered over the refilled cup. "Gonna see you there, okay? We'll walk the same plane if you decide to go through with it. Works pretty quick, so drink up if you're comin'. Otherwise, lemme sleep it off."
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[personal profile] selfrespecting 2013-08-06 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Between Blake's warning and the face that he pulled when he took a sip, Martha was prepared for the worst when it came to the taste. She was more concerned with what came after drinking it in any case, but she reached the point of no return the moment that Blake took a sip.

She hadn't realized it was a shared experience. Martha was shocked that this root was something that actually existed in her own world; it was the sort of thing she would have expected to find on some distant planet. But maybe she needed to open her mind a little bit more. It wasn't as if she knew all that much about Eastern spirituality.

About time to find out, then. She took the cup from him and nodded. "See you there, then." Martha hesitated for only a few seconds before she brought the edge of the cup to her lips and then downed a sizable gulp of it.

The taste was even worse than she'd expected, the bitterness causing her nasal passages to burn, and she almost coughed on it -- but still, she got it down. Blake was right about it being fast-working. She felt like only a few seconds had passed and she was already getting drowsy...
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[personal profile] oversight 2013-08-15 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
It's a heavy pull of unconsciousness — a resolute tug, and along with it went the two intrepid, sherpas-less inner explorers, near-blindly climbing that mountain in a blizzard. For experiences like this, Blake had come to realization that the mind knew where to go, took care of the movement and the details, allowing for a better flow of consciousness and energy. After the fact, they would likely both feel fatigued, but in this moment, in their minds, they were free from pain or pressure, practically non-entities.

The scene that formed around them was suspiciously vivid. They remained outside, but Wonderland had disappeared and in its place was an urban park-like plot. The world was basking in the springlike weather, birds tweeting away merrily. The mid-morning sun carried a warmth, and with it smile to settle on John's face. It had clearly worked and he turned on his (fashionable) heel in order to spy for Martha's arrival.

Blake slipped his hands into the pockets of his black longcoat, slightly too big for his frame. The fine suit beneath was equally oversized, though the shoes appeared to fit correctly. It was familiar. An analog to Gotham, mixed with a half-formed memory.

"Over here," John said, voice carrying through the space extra efficiently. If she was around, she'd certainly hear him, which he imagined would lead her to the statue in the center of the plot, where he awaited her along with a particularly handsome friend.
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[personal profile] selfrespecting 2013-08-16 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
It felt like drifting, like she was both completely aware and half-asleep at the same time. The details sprang up around her, and honestly, it wasn't what she would have expected. An urban setting wasn't what she'd prepared herself for, but the fact that it was something familiar caused her to ease into the experience more fluidly.

Her clothing was also a familiar thing. It was more or less the exact same dress that she'd worn to Lazarus' exhibition, which didn't bring back the best memories, but Martha worked to keep that under control. She didn't know how much her thoughts would influence the scene around them, and the last thing they needed was for a monster to come speeding around the city block.

She stepped over to Blake, drawn to him as if by an invisible string. It took her a few moments to notice, but there was a similar friend following after her, flitting from branch to branch as Martha headed toward Blake, walking with confidence despite her heels.

The statue earned a glance from her before she tilted her head up, taking in all the buildings around this small patch of greenery they'd found themselves in. "So... is this supposed to be a metaphor for something? How's it all work?" She was probably overthinking it, but Martha had a hard time turning her thoughts off. It was what t'ai chi hadn't come easily to her, after all.
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[personal profile] oversight 2013-08-19 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
Blake fell in line with Martha, his dark eyes shifting to take in the bird as it settled in with the robin on the same branch. It tugged his lips into something of a smile, realizing that they'd both been slotted to have birds as their spirit animals. He gestured toward the two birds so she'd take notice, though he had a hunch she was already on the lookout. "Think we found what we were lookin' for," he mused, his answer meant as something of an answer.

Blake cleared his throat and looked at Jones. She certainly cut an attractive silhouette in that dress, but he couldn't help wondering if she wasn't a little chilled. To him, the air felt cold and crisp, but there was a good chance she was feeling something entirely different.

"This is gonna work kinda... loosely. See, when I—" He paused, a hand coming up to scratch at his eyebrow. "When I did this, it was a cloud talkin' to me. Sat at the top of the mountain and looked up into—"

"Don't tell her that," the robin tweeted, chirping merrily in a language understandable only in a landscape like one of their shared minds. "You're looking for meaning, aren't you?"

Blake gestured to the birds on the branch. "There you have it. That's how it works. 'Parently we're lookin' for meanin'."
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[personal profile] selfrespecting 2013-08-20 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
It was chilly, but not to the point that Martha felt too uncomfortable. At least not for the moment -- she was fairly distracted by everything that was going on around her. It was definitely a mind trip, the way that it felt real and indistinct all at the same time.

She glanced up at the birds, and recognized the one that was meant for her. A nightingale. A certain Jack Harkness would have found amusement in that.

Martha returned her attention to Blake as he started to explain. Talking clouds, was it? That sounded far more otherworldly compared to their current setting. She would have been interested to hear more, but that robin had something else in mind.

"Oh my god, it talks," she said, taking a half-step away out of surprise. But those birds -- they were meant to guide them, weren't they?

"For meaning," she echoed after a small pause, eyeing both of the birds as if they'd suddenly give them all the answers. But it couldn't be that simple. She crossed her arms and let out a sigh, glancing over at Blake once more. "Should we start looking around, then?" She had no idea what they would find or how it would help her find her inner self or whatnot, but they'd already started the journey. It didn't seem like they could stop now.
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[personal profile] oversight 2013-08-31 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you are to look anywhere, it should be within yourself. Or each other," the robin said readily. It twittered between words — staccato little whistles forming a sweet song — tickling Blake in a particularly fond way. His given name rarely settled well with him (a throwback from his youth), but in this context a fondness for the bird and its connection to him in this spirit form allowed him to mostly see past what has been, up until now, something he didn't traditionally subscribe to.

He shifted to look at Martha, eyes following along the line of her in the most analytically casual manner he could muster. If she shot him one of those looks that said to back off, he'd adjust, correct, re-approach, but for the time being, Blake was seriously considering the meaning of the bird's words.

"So, what you're sayin' is that Martha—" Blake indicated Jones with a sweeping hand, then continued on to do the same for the Nightingale. "—shares some remarkable traits with your fine feathered friend here?"

The robin tweeted its laughter, took off from its perch, and landed squarely on Blake's head. The former cop's eyes pointed up to follow the spirit, but the angle was all wrong. Shifting uncomfortably, he steered his mind from the possibility of the bird taking a dump in his hair and tried to remain focused. Hopping forward, the red-breasted bird whistled at the nightingale. "She is independent. Clipping her wings would go against nature," he observed. "Would you agree, Martha Jones? Are you also independent? Not to be deterred?"
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[personal profile] selfrespecting 2013-09-01 08:26 am (UTC)(link)
This was all so vague, so metaphorical, that Martha found herself struggling with it. She was going to try, though. Blake had gone to all this effort on her behalf, and she was never one to give up at something simply because it was hard. So she let out a small sigh, considering the robin's words.

She noticed the way that Blake was eyeing her, and while it was a bit uncomfortable, she was used to being give the once-over. Besides, he didn't do it with the same look in his eye that most men adopted when they were undressing her with their eyes. He was just trying to figure out what he could find in her.

Martha hadn't expected the bird to land on Blake's head, though, and she had to fight back laughter. A spirit dream probably wasn't the time to be giggling at someone else's expense, after all. Or maybe it was? She really had no idea at this point.

Before she could answer its question, the nightingale itself sang back to the robin. It was actually rather beautiful, the way it sang, but that was what they were known for, wasn't it? It hopped forward on its branch and gave a small nod. "Giving up is an impossibility, I would say. And her voice must always be heard."

Martha frowned and tilted her head up toward the nightingale. "Oi. Is that meant as an insult?"
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[personal profile] oversight 2013-09-03 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
Suddenly it was Blake's turn to attempt to quell amusement. For as odd as these experiences tended to be, there had been a particular humor to all of them; his journey with the talking cloud had left him tickled for days. A glance toward Martha and he smirked through his words. "Thinkin' they're a bit cheeky. Social commentary, maybe," he said, thinking on how he already felt like he'd learned something from the whole ordeal.

"There is no gain in holding back," the robin replied helpfully. "It's against your nature not to share your song." As he twittered his answer, the bird hopped from Blake's head to his shoulder and perched there, pecking absently at a button on his jacket.

John shook his head. Had life served him differently, he'd have no trouble sharing, but as it stood, there was a lot that brought him up well shy of social and outgoing. He just didn't connect with anyone. Not even his own spirit animal.

"Not sure what I'm s'posed to be tellin' here. Think Martha knows I keep to myself. No explanation needed."

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