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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When John shrugs off his jacket, Martha tilts her head to the side, not quite certain of what he's doing until he draws in close to place it around her. The nightingale flaps away before the coat sets on her shoulders, and while Martha isn't one for chivalry in most cases, there's something genuine about what John's doing. It's a sign that they've made it through this dream together and come out on the other side with a bit more understanding of each other. It's a token of something, and so Martha pulls the jacket tighter around her shoulders.

"I don't think so," she says in response to his questions, glancing off for a moment to properly ponder it. But there's been plenty of sharing between them already, plenty of learning, and she's reached the level of calm that she thinks John probably wanted her to find. "I just wanted to thank you for this. I didn't really know what to expect, but... it's always a good idea, to try out something new before assuming anything about it."

And maybe that's what she was supposed to get from all this. An open mind. A clear mind, not filled up with the sorts of junk that will only take her attention away from the movements of her body when practicing t'ai chi. She's ready to give it another shot, and so she starts to walk toward that door, feeling its draw more and more the closer they get.

Blake couldn't help but wonder if Martha got enough. He wasn't exactly an expert (despite what the movie-driven atmosphere had to say on the matter), and this did require some subjectivity during the process, but had Jones gained enough? Was it enough insight into herself? Was it enough that she could find a quiet place in her mind when necessary?

He had the impression she'd learned more about him than he'd learned about her, and while that wasn't a bad thing, it reminded him that he ought to seek her ought more often and maybe find something more without the aid of and herbal supplement. Really, though, if she'd learned anything at all, he could count it as a success.

"If we're bein' fair, wasn't sure what to expect either. Glad it went the way it went, though." Blake tipped his head to the birds as they settled together on a snowy branch, pressed just as close as he and Martha. "Learned I got a lot to learn, too." But who couldn't say that?

At the end of the journey, with nothing more than a door left to their shared plane, John found himself substantially more satisfied with the outcome of this than much of his own training as of late. These types of experiences were the kind that spoke to the core of a person, and as he stepped forward to the door, it felt good. Like a real advancement for them both.

"Thanks for sharin', Martha." He pressed in for a chaste kiss to her cheek, and then stepped back to hold the door for her. "See you on the other side." Where they'd awake, groggy but suitably unharmed.

Whether or not she'd gotten enough out of it remained to be seen. Martha herself felt content with the whole experience, but the actual test would be to see if there was any improvement with her t'ai chi movements. Which put a lot of pressure on her, but she wasn't thinking about any of that right now. For the moment, she was at ease, her mind not flitting to worrying about this or that.

Everyone had lots to learn, and Martha just smiled and nodded at Blake, watching as their two bird companions found some company in each other.

If they had been two different people, this whole experience might have been romantic. But even with the kiss on the cheek, Martha felt that it was platonic. Maybe a stronger bond had been built between them because of all this, but it wasn't that kind.

Sometimes, friendship counted for so much more than anything else. "Thank you for convincing me to try this," she responded before stepping through the door.

It was a disorienting transition, the world spinning around her indistinctly for a few seconds (or minutes, or hours) before her eyes opened and she found herself surrounded by green walls. Martha blinked once, twice, and then reached up to rub at her eyes and yawn. She shifted upward and glanced over at Blake, laid out next to her. "Rise and shine..."

Martha's voice filtered in slowly, like a buzz-turned-hum. It itched at the edge of Blake's consciousness, tugging him from a half-slumbering twilight. The last of that fast-acting concoction processes through his system and he soon enough, John's blinking against the invading light.

"Mmm, hey," he replied, his voice soft, smile easy. He stretched like a cat in the sun, oddly satisfied and feeling almost rested. Their experience must have been drawn from one of those quirky, independent movies because John didn't immediately want to get up and and do anything. It was only after he reminded himself of the intention behind the whole exercise that he found the energy to pop up to his feet.

His hand reached out for her, an offering to help her to her feet. "Did great, Martha," he said, only barely avoiding a yawn as the last vestiges of sleepiness fall away. For once, he didn't bother to ask, and retook a position in front of her. He followed through three familiar moves — something they'd practiced earlier — and raised almost a challenging eyebrow at Jones.

Had it helped at all? Was she more connected to herself than ever before? Only time (and a short demonstration) would tell.

The last thing Martha wanted to do right now was jump to her feet and start doing exercises. She felt like she could fall right back to sleep if given the chance, in fact. But Blake extended his hand to her and she couldn't refuse that. He was probably just as tired, and he'd managed to get himself up.

She took his hand and was hauled to her feet, the shift in position clearing her head a bit more. Blake didn't give her any time, repeating that movement from before. Martha took a few moments to stretch her limbs out and work through some deep breathing as she tried to follow the lesson she'd learned and clear her mind.

It was about opening herself up and purging every nagging thought, and while it took her some time to get to that point, she finally mimicked his actions, doing it with her eyes closed and focusing on the flow of her limbs rather than anything else.

Once she was done, she paused and stood straight, opening her eyes to peer over at John. "Better?"

Blake's abilities certainly presented a challenge, being the type of person that could easily possess a ton of nervous energy, especially if it's not put to good use. He recovered quick, with stamina a-plenty, so it was nothing for him to be right back on to his feet so soon.

He watched Jones with a searching gaze, his eyes taking in the stuff a person might not notice right away. She certainly seemed more confident, and she followed he motions through completion a lot better and more smoothly. Overall, it meant that John couldn't keep the grin off of his face.

"Did just fine, Nightingale. Think you'll pass with flyin' colors."

Martha can't quite tell if Blake was saying that much to make her feel better about herself or if it was genuine, but she got the feeling it was the latter. He didn't seem like the sort of person who would tell a lie to spare someone's feelings. Better to give someone the truth and help them continue to improve, right?

"I'll have to keep working at it," Martha said with a wink. Now there were two people who had that nickname for her, and as tempting as it was to call Blake "Robin" in return, she refrained.

"Thank you for all this. I wouldn't have been as willing to try this out if it weren't for you." Which applied to both the t'ai chi and the dream journey they'd just gone on. Martha bent down to grab up the blanket and other supplies. After taking another swig of water, she led them out of the hedge maze.

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