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entrancelogs2016-08-21 02:05 pm
determinedest) wrote in entrancelogs2016-08-21 02:05 pm
Entry tags:
- dangan ronpa: mikan tsumiki,
- gravity falls: bill cipher,
- gravity falls: dipper pines,
- gravity falls: stanley pines,
- harry potter: sirius black,
- lucifer: lucifer morningstar,
- mass effect: commander shepard,
- mass effect: legion,
- persona 4: seta souji,
- steven universe: peridot,
- uncharted: nathan drake,
- undertale: asgore dreemurr,
- undertale: chara,
- undertale: frisk,
- undertale: napstablook,
- undertale: toriel
it's hard to lose a chosen one [open]
Who: Frisk (+ potential bonus Chara) and YOU!
Where: In your room. Yes, your room.
When: August 21st - August 23rd
Rating: PG? PG-13? these threads always end up bouncing all over the place. Will adjust if needed.
Summary: There's a small child in your room. Maybe they're going through your personal effects without any regards for privacy. Look, this is perfectly socially acceptable behavior in an RPG, all right?
The Story:
The past few days have been a gross unbalancing of their equilibrium, and Frisk has made the unilateral decision that they need something to help them reach that sense of stability again. Too much time has been spent lying on the floor of their room, sometimes with Chara, sometimes alone, enjoying the nonexistent fruits of Napstablook's patented "Lying On The Floor And Feeling Like Garbage" coping technique.
Eventually, they get to their feet. And then they begin to wander.
They try random doors along every hallway. Step inside the room if the door should be unlocked - or they may recruit their partner to open the door if they so choose (Do you want to see how many rooms we can break into? Frisk may or may not have asked while they lay on the floor and contemplated the ceiling paint job. And, Sure, Chara may or may not have answered, because it meant doing something other than simply feeling like useless trash for days on end.)
The point is, there's a kid in your room now. There might even be two. They're going through your stuff, looking through desk drawers, reading diaries, opening dressers, checking under beds. It's not like this sort of behavior was ever really criticized back in the Underground. People had no problem with them walking into their rooms and taking their sweet time poking around.
So, you know, don't even worry about it.
[ooc: feel free to specify the date you'd like this child to enter your room and whether or not you'd like the Frisk-Chara bonus combo! PM me here, message me on AIM at arcaneswearwords or contact me at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
arrpee if you want to discuss what Frisk may find if you want them to go through your character's private belongings - they won't discover anything you don't want them to!]
Where: In your room. Yes, your room.
When: August 21st - August 23rd
Rating: PG? PG-13? these threads always end up bouncing all over the place. Will adjust if needed.
Summary: There's a small child in your room. Maybe they're going through your personal effects without any regards for privacy. Look, this is perfectly socially acceptable behavior in an RPG, all right?
The Story:
The past few days have been a gross unbalancing of their equilibrium, and Frisk has made the unilateral decision that they need something to help them reach that sense of stability again. Too much time has been spent lying on the floor of their room, sometimes with Chara, sometimes alone, enjoying the nonexistent fruits of Napstablook's patented "Lying On The Floor And Feeling Like Garbage" coping technique.
Eventually, they get to their feet. And then they begin to wander.
They try random doors along every hallway. Step inside the room if the door should be unlocked - or they may recruit their partner to open the door if they so choose (Do you want to see how many rooms we can break into? Frisk may or may not have asked while they lay on the floor and contemplated the ceiling paint job. And, Sure, Chara may or may not have answered, because it meant doing something other than simply feeling like useless trash for days on end.)
The point is, there's a kid in your room now. There might even be two. They're going through your stuff, looking through desk drawers, reading diaries, opening dressers, checking under beds. It's not like this sort of behavior was ever really criticized back in the Underground. People had no problem with them walking into their rooms and taking their sweet time poking around.
So, you know, don't even worry about it.
[ooc: feel free to specify the date you'd like this child to enter your room and whether or not you'd like the Frisk-Chara bonus combo! PM me here, message me on AIM at arcaneswearwords or contact me at
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[They raise their eyebrows, trying to picture it.]
Hey, I'm technically a zombie, right? I've already been called one once. If we all sing that disco song, maybe I'll explode! How sick would that be?
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[And then people yell at you and you get bitten and your own great uncle has to kill you so you don't turn and kill your family.]
And you're not a zombie, Chara. Technically undead is not the same as technically a zombie. That's like saying you're an emu because you're both technically vertebrates. Same phylum, totally different species.
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Yeah, Chara, you can't be a zombie, you're the wrong pylon.
[Is that them being ever so slightly obtuse? Of course not. They'll deny it until judgment day.]
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Cripes, Frisk, pay attention. He wasn't talking about pylons, he was talking about phyllo. You know, like pastries.
[Badum-tssht.]
No idea what zombies have to do with that, though. Can you stop them with baklava?
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Okay. Both of you out. [He lifts his golf club up, one hand on the handle one hand near the bottom so that it's stretched out in front of him like a bar.] Dipper mockery hour is over. Go annoy other people.
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That's good to know.]
You know locking your door won't keep us out now. What're you gonna dry next?
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Turns out we're both the demon that comes when you sing top 40 hits! Alas and alack, poor Dipper! Cursed and tormented for eternity!
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[Which is to say, he's gonna get some better locks. When they next come by there's gonna be a retinal scanner and a thumb pad.]
Seriously, though, you could have walked in on way worse. What the hell?
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[But they make no promises regarding Chara, notably. Mostly because they doubt they could keep such an oath even if they cared to try.]
We just kind of went exploring a little bit.
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[But it's also very true that they don't even want to consider what way worse would even mean. Yuck. Some things aren't necessarily worth the risk.]
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[They're lucky he's too short to effectively chase them out with a broom.]
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blackmailentertainment, which is about the best they can ask for.]All right, all right. Point taken.
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Exploring forests or caves or libraries doesn't annoy you, though. You forget that.
I guess we're playing nice for now, though, are we? Lucky you.
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Yep. Feeling super lucky right now. Bye.
[Aaaaand shutting the door. In their faces. He's not really that mad, but he does need a bit of time to collect the shreds of his dignity.]