entrancelogs | 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.

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.

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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"I'm not entirely convinced this is Scotland, even in the past." He eyes the sheep and then takes a drink, scowling at the taste. "For one thing, our Whiskey's better."

The voiceover starts again. They were drunk. Everyone was drunk, even the drivers. ESPECIALLY the drivers!

"This is ridiculous." A sheep tries to climb into his lap, shoving its face in his and he sharply shoves it away. "Off!"

Even the sheep were drunk...

Amy nods her agreement. Even though she hadn't been back since she was young, something is definitely off. It's too over the top and filled with the kinds of things other people have to say about her native country. She eyes the whiskey warily. "I'm not sure I trust whatever that is."

They knew it wasn't their kind of place. But as soon as they tried to run, a bar maid approached and led them to a table in the corner.

Amy stared as a frazzled looking couple- American probably- is ushered to a table off to the side. The couple stares at them in horror and Amy stares right back. "What crawled up their pants?"

All it took was that one look away and she turns back to find a sheep on the table staring straight in her face. She lets out a strangled yelp as she pushes it away. But not before it spills her drink right into her lap.

"Oh bloody hell."

And just when they thought things couldn't get any worse. The giant Scottish woman rose from her seat. Things would never be the same.

Amy looked around, annoyance tight on her features. "Who's saying that?"

"Someone who's about to die."

He stands quickly, knocking his chair back and shoving the goat roughly until it stumbles off of the table. It gives him a hurt look, but he's not buying it.

They found that the Scots were an angry, violent bunch.

"Damn right, we are!" He starts to point and yell at the ceiling. "And we're coming for you next."

He rounds on the couple in the corner. "Hello. GET OUT."

His quick actions get a small noise out of Amy but she isn't going to take all of this sitting down. She follows on Crowley's heels to the wayward couple.

"But, but we're-"

"Oi, you heard the man. Get out of this bar. Scotland doesn't want the lot of you sullying it's fair name." She makes shooing motions at them with her hands, not caring that they were playing directly into the narrative.

A slight gulp can be heard, but the narrator continues. "They thought this was the end. Their simple, happy lives would be no longer once the barbaric Scots had their way."

"Oh, come on. If they weren't in here complaining about us, we wouldn't be having to do any of this. What kind of nonsense is all this?" She stands there with her hands on her hips, glowering at the ceiling.

They used their pride as an excuse for their vices, using the criticism as an excuse for the very behavior that was being criticized. The couple quickly learned that Scotland was not a friendly place.

"Darling, I think we might have to start a bar fight, both because that seems to be what it wants and because that seems to be what I want." He raises his voice, looking directly at the couple.

The man gulps and drops his wife's hand, fleeing and leaving her behind just as Crowley starts to reach for a bar stool.

"Classy gent, that one."

The woman is like a deer in headlights before she scampers off after her oh so brave husband. Amy watches her leave, a little glad- and disappointed- that they didn't actually have to start a fight with those people.

"Now maybe we can get out of here."

The couple managed to make it to safety in the nick of time. Mere seconds after their encounter, riotous noises could be heard from within. They weren't merely hostile to strangers, but to their own neighbors as well.

Amy slowly turns around and notices the other patrons for the first time. Most of them are big, burly Scotsmen wearing kilts and armed to the teeth. While she doesn't doubt Crowley's ability to handle himself, she's a bit more worried about herself. "This place doesn't know when to stop, does it?"

She backs up as they start approaching, deciding what the best course of action is. Before she figures it out, however, the strange pub disappears and they're back in the halls of the mansion.

"Oh, thank goodness. That was hardly a fair fight."

"For them, I hope you mean." Crowley grins at her. "We could have taken them."

He believes that entirely because he fights dirty and he suspects she does, too. She seems like a biter, at the very least, and between that and him being a demon, they could have taken a few burly morons.

"Well, that wasn't so bad. Nothing tried to drown or shoot me."

Since when are his standards that low?

Amy sizes Crowley up and then grins widely. On her own? She probably doesn't have too much of a fighting chance against some of the insane things that go on around here. But with him? Oh, yes. "You're just the kind of man I want on my team when Wonderland goes crazy. Mind if I have you on speed dial?" And hey, she might even be stupid enough to start a few fights just to have him as back up.

"Not as long as you always bring the right scotch after." He knows they can both get it for nothing, but it's the principal of the thing. It's a show of gratitude, a show of fondness and loyalty and while those things can be fickle where Crowley is concerned, that doesn't mean he doesn't want it from others.

"I'm sure I can persuade the closest to spare me a bottle or two for you." She smiles at him in return. "It's...I'd say it's been a pleasure but that really was kind of awful. But if I had to do it with anyone, I'm glad it was you. Can you imagine trying to explain to some other poor bloke about Scotland? They'd hardly understand it."

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

Uhhh maybe italicize the voiceover?

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