+ FOURTH WALL EVENT: FOREST PARTY +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: E V E R Y O N E
Where: The Forest!
When: Sept 7th to Sept 10th
Rating: G to PG-13 (please label higher ratings, thank you!)
Summary: Could it be that you (GASP!) don't want to be here? Do you maybe want to make like a tree and... leaf? Then how about you do the next best thing, and come to the woods to party! And don't forget to have a look at the Fourth Wall Master Post for event rules, puzzle clues, and more places to mingle!
The Story:

Beginning on September 7th, colourful ribbons will hang from several trees by the forest. Whoever follows their path will be guided deeper, right to the scene of a forest party.

Wooden benches, swings in all shapes and sizes, tree trunks, and other arrangements give plenty of opportunities to sit together. Tree houses and tents provide shelter, and come nightfall the festivities will light up for you.

Campfires provide additional light and warmth and a great place for ghost stories. Camping coolers store more than smores, and all around you nature twists and turns to give you room to dance to the music, to wander in the quiet, and to simply have a good time!

(...Are you the curiously perceptive, or the perceptively curious sort? If so, then you might also notice the small bird sitting on a branch nearby.)

Comments

[punful]

[No, it doesn't occur to most of them. It doesn't occur to monsters to hate humans. Monsters are taught that humans are the enemy, but hate just doesn't really come naturally to them. And Frisk is proof that even monsters who do manage it can change their minds. Absurdly easily, even.]

[He's heard this sort of thing before. From Frisk, he thinks, maybe also from Chara as well.]

...we're not naive, either.

[He braces his elbow against a branch and props his chin on his hand.]

we're not perfect. we're people. just because we're not good at bitterness doesn't mean we don't do some pretty bad things sometimes. we decided that the death of seven random human beings was acceptable if it meant freedom.

[He shrugs.]

can't really think of a entire species as innocent.

[He pauses, staring vaguely toward the ground.]

...doesn't matter, since we're not from the same world but, uh, for what it's worth...don't think i'd personally mind if you went to the wishing room now and then. wishes are for everyone.

[cter]

I suppose one can't think of an entire species as evil, can they?

[The words are laced with an undercurrent of sarcasm that, if detected, makes it all too obvious what Chara's attitude regarding humanity is. Some things, it seems, must remain constants across all universes.

Some things refuse to change, no matter how they try.]

I doubt anyone would contest it. I am a monster in all but name, at this point.

But I take issue with it, and that is enough.

[punful]

[He won't convince them. He knows he won't. Seems some things about Chara are always going to be the same.]

[So he shrugs.]

fair enough, kid.

[cter]

You're just as prone to giving up no matter what version you are, I see.

[They don't sound particularly judgmental. Just a weary observation. Hadn't taken much more than a firm reprimand and a fiery outburst from Mom to get him to let them go, but let them go he did. And he never did ask for their SOUL back again, did he.]

[punful]

nice to know we all have that in common, i guess.

[It's something.]

[cter]

Just like it's nice to know I have being a human in common across all alternatives, hm?

[They stand up, and end up on the wood paneling comprising the treehouse deck in a fluid slide of motion that shouldn't be possible, spatially speaking.]

[punful]

[He watches them. They do it almost exactly like he does it, just kind of a there-then-not. A sideways step through the fabric of reality.]

we take what we can get, right?

see you around, other chara. or probably not.

[cter]

No. I think not.

[Their tone is crisp and professional, almost, or as professional as a child's tone can be. They have no plans to remain here, and they find it increasingly unlikely. They're just one of the many alternate fragments brought in to be pointed and laughed at, aren't they?

They shove their hands in the pockets of their jacket and start to walk, firm and resolute. Next time he looks away or blinks, they're gone.]