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entranceway2015-02-21 09:20 pm
eventheirvoice) wrote in entranceway2015-02-21 09:20 pm
2 \\ In my head, I see you all over me (video/action)
[ MYSTIQUE HAS HAD IT OFFICIALLY.
When her scaly blue face shows up on the feed, it's clear something's up. Her normal cool, calm demeanor is gone, and her usually perfectly-coiffed hair is sticking out in a few places. She's somewhere outside, having abandoned her room a long time ago. She is livid, and has been for a very long time.
If there's one thing Mystique knows, it's when someone's in her head. And someone's been in her goddamn head since yesterday. A few minutes, she can tolerate. She'll let it go. Maybe snap some necks for it, but she'll move on with her life. But hours upon hours of it? Unrelenting? Nothing but sadness and regret and so many other annoying emotions? Being forced to relive a memory she'd thought been forever buried has definitely done nothing to help her mood, so with this on top, she is not having it.
She breathes hard, teeth bared. ]
I know one of you is in my head. I don't know why, but I'm giving you ten minutes to get out. That should be enough time to give you a head start before I find you.
[ Whoever you are, she will look for you, she will find you, and she will kill you. Figuratively. Literally, if she can get away with it. ]
Your time starts now.
[ The feed cuts off, and she storms into the mansion. Mystique is going on a rampage, covering every corner until she finds her victim. Maybe you see her tearing through a hallway. Perhaps you hear her yelling in rage from inside your room. If you're unlucky and your door's unlocked, maybe she'll burst in uninvited!
Laugh at her on the network, run from her, direct her to a scapegoat. Whatever! Point is, she's starting from the bottom and working her way up until this torment ends.
Nice knowing you, head invader. ]
When her scaly blue face shows up on the feed, it's clear something's up. Her normal cool, calm demeanor is gone, and her usually perfectly-coiffed hair is sticking out in a few places. She's somewhere outside, having abandoned her room a long time ago. She is livid, and has been for a very long time.
If there's one thing Mystique knows, it's when someone's in her head. And someone's been in her goddamn head since yesterday. A few minutes, she can tolerate. She'll let it go. Maybe snap some necks for it, but she'll move on with her life. But hours upon hours of it? Unrelenting? Nothing but sadness and regret and so many other annoying emotions? Being forced to relive a memory she'd thought been forever buried has definitely done nothing to help her mood, so with this on top, she is not having it.
She breathes hard, teeth bared. ]
I know one of you is in my head. I don't know why, but I'm giving you ten minutes to get out. That should be enough time to give you a head start before I find you.
[ Whoever you are, she will look for you, she will find you, and she will kill you. Figuratively. Literally, if she can get away with it. ]
Your time starts now.
[ The feed cuts off, and she storms into the mansion. Mystique is going on a rampage, covering every corner until she finds her victim. Maybe you see her tearing through a hallway. Perhaps you hear her yelling in rage from inside your room. If you're unlucky and your door's unlocked, maybe she'll burst in uninvited!
Laugh at her on the network, run from her, direct her to a scapegoat. Whatever! Point is, she's starting from the bottom and working her way up until this torment ends.
Nice knowing you, head invader. ]
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[She assumes. Unlike Mystique, she's not a crazy person, so she hasn't tested it.]
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Normally, Mystique would be all for some witty repartee. She'd bite back with a delightfully sarcastic reply, probably something that was deeply insulting under the surface. But! Mystique isn't in the mood for eloquence. She goes the juvenile route. ]
Oh, shut up.
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[ She grumbles to herself as she searches a room, scowling when she finds it empty. But at least bit of her usual self is coming back to her now. ] Was there ever a point in your life when you weren't a complete pain in the ass?
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This place is wretched. Are you okay?
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Never better.
[ She's sure the sarcasm will come through clearly. ]
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Welcome to Wonderland where nothing is sacred, not even your own mind.
[Really now, if memories aren't even private then what next?]
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[His voice is soothing, trying to calmly talk to her. With these bittersweet memories playing out in their rooms he can imagine what she's going on about with people in her head.]
But I don't think it's that simple. Whoever or whatever creates these events and throws us into them isn't something you can just hunt down.
[To his knowledge anyway, and he's probably gone looking, poking around, asking questions cause there were quite a few things he'd like to take revenge for.]
I'll find us an empty room you can thrash, none of this is worth your time wasted.
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Tch. They all better hope Charles never shows up. Then they won't be so complacent. ]
I don't care about who did this. I care about who's in my head! [ There's the distinct sound of something shattering in the background. ] It's not a waste of time if I can get them out.
[ There's another crash and a growl. She just got a particularly strong burst of her intruder's emotions in her head. ]
I know it's someone in this hell of a mansion!
[ So, uh. Fie on your empty room plans, Gabriel. ]
[Video] on gabes in from here out
You mean the connection you're feeling to someone else here? I doubt they want to be in your head. They probably didn't have a choice in the matter all things considered. And I doubt you can remove them until it's over and done with you.
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Takes the edge off.
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Hard to turn down such a compelling offer.
I assume you'll be a gentlerodent and provide all the necessary supplies, right? Or should I ask a closet to get creative for me?
[ Despite the gentle jab, her smile should be apparent in her voice. He's actually cheered her up a bit. Madness! ]
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[Stupid Wonderland. Stupid memory rooms.]
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Which is why he's standing in front of the the Lorax now, glaring at the fuzzy cheeto. The Lorax is oblivious, and continues to deal cards to the animals he's playing with.]
Why do you have to be here?
[As always, the Lorax doesn't have an answer. He never did.]
You-- you're not even real right now! You're just some figment of my mucked-up imagination, stuck in a loop-the-loop. Can you even hear me?!
[The Lorax looks up at him, as per the memory, to ask genuinely how selling his Thneed went, and the Once-ler groans, throwing his hands up in the air.]
You can't! You can't hear me, because you're not even really here! This is...it's just some dumb event, some stupid thing Wonderland's doing and YOU...who even knows where you went?
[He sounds resigned, but then the Lorax pipes up. "Hey, you gave it your best shot! What more can you do?" It's enough to set the Once-ler off shouting again. He can probably be heard all the way from the hall, but it's not like he gets a lot of visitors anyway.]
SHUT UP, just shut up, Mustache! I don't know why you're here, but you need to get out. Now.
[He points in the direction of the door, but obviously his memory of the Lorax isn't going to do anything, though somehow he was half-expecting it to do something different this time. To get up, or shout back at him, or lift himself away - anything but just sit there and try to deal an empty space into their card game for the three hundred and ninety-eighth time.
It's enough to suck the wind right out of the Once-ler's sails. His arm falls, and he sinks right down the ground and hugs his legs close to his chest. He's out of options to cope with this, so he just lays his head on his knees and cries. He's angry and he feels awful for being so angry. It's not like it's the Lorax's fault Wonderland is dumb. Besides, of course the Lorax would never really come back. Who would ever want to be around a messed-up jerkwad like the Once-ler anyway?]
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She grumbles angrily, her feet hitting the floor harder as she moves down the hall. She's going to hate herself so much when this is over.
But then sudden shouting stops her and makes her eyes narrow. Mystique has no qualms about spying on people, so she moves towards the door it's coming from and presses her ear against it. Ha. Seems like someone's enjoying this event as much as she is. It fills her with grim satisfaction, knowing this person is just as miserable. In fact, it sounds like the Once-ler. That's even better!
Yes. Even better. Nice to see him sooo angry. Her eyes have narrowed again, so much that her vision has blurred.
She's listening closely to everything through the door, trying to time what's said with the foreign emotions in her head. The longer she stands there, the more her anger builds. The last straw is when she hears the soft sound of crying and it perfectly matches up with a fresh wave of sadness.
How delightful. She should've started from the top and worked her way down, in retrospect. Would've spared her a lot of trouble.
Mystique is very tempted to kick her way into his room and kill him then and there, no matter how much others are trying to convince her otherwise. But no! She tends to prefer the quiet side of deadly. Harder for her to get caught that way.
She pulls away from the door, smoothing her hair back into place. It's time to put her years of emotional training to use (even if it's been difficult to lately). She doesn't want him to have any warning, after all! Her face goes cool and blank, her mind filling with mild happiness.
Mystique knocks lightly, forcing away the deep satisfaction that keeps threatening to rise to the surface, and waits. ]
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That feeling doesn't last, but...the one it's replaced with doesn't quite match. Happiness? Happiness now? It's met with confusion, but it's also enough to make him lift his head up and rub at his eyes. The urge to cry is fading with this bizarre mix of emotions, but it's not quite enough to make him feel entirely better. Maybe it's a little stronger than happiness, but being happy at all right now just reignites that guilt in him.
Though...maybe he's just grateful that someone is at the door at all? That doesn't seem quite right, but he doesn't know what else it could possibly be. So, he suppresses the urge to tell off whoever it is.]
Door- [He stops and clears his throat. His voice sounds too watery and rough at first, but he tries again.] Door's open!
[He's not going to make an effort to get up and answer the door though. Nah, he's just going to stay sitting where he is on the ground. He wasn't done moping, and he's not really up for pretending to be a half-decent host at the moment. Even with that mild misplaced happiness, he is absolutely miserable.]
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action; b/c I'm excited to use more than three of his icons in a given thread :|||
He stops, takes in how upset she is--wow does she seem angry and possibly murderous--blinking.]
U-um. Mystique-san. [He's already addressing her before it occurs to him that maybe he'd be better of just letting her be.] What's wrong...?
[Because it's clear something is. The causes are probably the obvious results of the event, but he still thinks it's worth asking.]
PUT THEM ICONS TO USE YO (oh and action)
She smooths down her hair, trying to look dignified as possible and not like she's come a bit unhinged. ]
Kaneki.
[ She puts on smile. Mostly. ] Just trying to find something, is all. How are you?
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I can't really complain. [It's very true. He might not like being shown once-happy memories, but it isn't hurting him or anything.]
Can I help you find what you're looking for?
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[video forever]
[George doesn't feel like most things are a big deal, right now. It's sort of a pleasant change. If only she wasn't so confused about it.]
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For you, maybe. But I'm not so willing to invite others into my head.
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[That sounds nice. And easy. And friendly.]
[Video] (super late please forgive me)
[Emma grits her teeth as she faces the video feed. If it were that easy, she'd track down whoever's in her head and have a few choice words with them, too, but it's not like any of them are doing this by choice.]
Just calm down. Relax. That's the best thing you can do for yourself right now.
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Mystique raises her device to her face to grimace at it, but she sticks with voice only. ]
The last thing I'm going to do is sit down and take my torture like a good girl.
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[Because passively taking anything is the last bit of advice Emma would ever give anyone.]
But threatening whoever it is probably isn't going to inspire them to seek you out-- and if we're all linked, then they're probably just as freaked out as you are. They'll want to find you, too, probably-- but not if they think you're going to hurt them.