[open] Fourth Wall 2

[theearth]

Who: EVERYONE including visitors
What: This is the second general post for the fourth wall. This post is for network posts/conversations, logs and every other possible interaction, and visitors can top-level.
When: 3rd and 4th of January
Where: Everywhere inside the five echo boundaries.
Warnings: Please warn in the subject line of your threads if anything comes up!

Fourth Wall OOC information! As a reminder: Visitors may tag all posts tagged "-fourth wall" that are posted on savetheearth.

Special things happening on the 3rd and 4th:
- 3rd, Lapland: There's a snowmobile race north of Rovaniemi and someone that totally isn't an alien, why would you think so signed up a good number of people that all happen to have numbers. One of them is you, which you learn through receiving your participant data through mail/letter/text/whatever applies. Will you take up the challenge?
- 4th, all locations: Something is off. Numbered will find themselves teleported to random places within the echo boundaries - perhaps you are now in the middle of dark, snowy Lapland, or in the heat of the Australian jungle? In a casino in Las Vegas or a castle in Germany? Or in your friend's shower in Locke?

Prior "-fourth wall" posts:
First general post
Winter's post

Comments

Marvin "Marv" Furuya (Captain Marvelous AU) | Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger

[gokai_red]

[Network; Video, can also double as action.]

[Coming up on the Network all of a sudden, is this particular young man. He's wandering down the streets of Locke City, clearly holding his phone out in front of him with the camera trained on his face.]

Okay, so. Let's take a look at this. I've been pretty happy to mind my own business the last few months since those stupid numbers popped up in my head. Y'know, so long as everyone else did, right?

[While he just sort of. Leeched off pink light echoes for several months.] I mean look, yesterday was bad enough, getting jumped by some weird ass monsters - now, I'm just halfway across the country all of a sudden. I did not plan a trip to this Locke City hellhole, thanks.

[He grins.] So, hey - anyone wanna give me an idea what the hell's going on, I'm sure I can... eh. I'll figure something out for ya, just cough it up.

[missvicegirl]

[as Marv is making his little post, someone can't help but overhear. Someone who may or may not have been eavesdropping, and who finds this particular rogue rather familiar

She steps out into view, smirking from ear to ear]

Hey there, handsome. I couldn't help but overhear what you were talking about... and I have to say, I can identify with it.

[she laughs a bit, walking closer]

Kind of thrilling though, isn't it?

[Video]

[radiantchicken]

[Hello, have a very large bird thoughtfully stroking his mustache.]

Where were you before you were transported to Locke? The network has access to teleportation units; I may be able to help you get back to your original location.

Akira Nijino (StE AU) | Ressha Sentai ToQGer

[rainbowprotector]

[Video]
[The video feed opens, and there's a flabbergasted-looking young man wearing an orange hard hat and peering into what is likely the camera on a computer. Looks like he is both (A) in an apartment and (B) in the presence of too many cats, because there are at least three in the background of the shot. If you're a regular of Locke's subways, you just might recognize him as one of the maintenance guys.]

...so this network stuff, it really does work anywhere, doesn't it?

[There is a bit of awkward staring into the camera now, because he really should have thought of some kind of opening statement beforehand to prevent this sort of thing. There is also yet another cat peering into the camera and blocking the feed until Akira moves it.]

People are talking about powers and stuff...but I just got a harmonica. And a song, I guess.

[He picks up a harmonica from somewhere off-camera and begins to play a short tune.]

[Action]
[You know what sucks even worse than magically turning into some kind of weird cowboy monster? Turning into a weird cowboy monster and teleporting into somebody's house. Or apartment. Or place of business. Or right in front of them on the street. But that's just what's happened. Akira was messing around with turning this monster thing on and off, turned it on, decided to make sure that this was really happening by checking in a mirror, and then, bam, sudden teleportation. Whoever you are, wherever you are, no matter what city you're in, you now have a weird cowboy monster just popping into existence right in front of you.]

What the--?!

[He's just as freaked out by this as anyone else here, honestly. He never asked for this.]

[gokai_red]

[Marv recoils visibly at the sight of Torin. Oh holy hell, that is not what he was expecting to answer. He blinks though, shrugging.]

Vegas! I sure as hell didn't step into any unit, I was busy, uh...

[Trying not to get his kneecaps busted in by casino guards that caught him cheating.] ...closing a business deal. Yeah.

both days, ota

[disdainfully]

[If your character somehow ends up inside the Lonely Mountain that has risen under Las Vegas, and specifically in the lower parts where the gold hoard is located, they will find 1 (one) dwarf dressed in jeans and an Icelandic woollen sweater topped with a dwarven crown, wandering around or standing amidst the treasure hoard, completely fascinated by the riches around him.

He will notice your character after a moment, though his further reaction will depend on who they are.]

[moonflight]

[It's a good thing that he was going very slowly with his snowmobile (to large parts because WHAT IS SNOW and WHAT IS A SNOWMOBILE). Otherwise he might have run over the weird cowboy monster. As it is, he manages to change his course (even without some horrible accident on his own part) and bring it to a stop not too far back. He's the last person in the race so it isn't like someone else could run them over... hopefully.

He sinks into the snow awkwardly and again is rescued from broken limbs by sheer luck, before remembering what he was told about snow boots and grabs them, fumbling them onto his feet before stalking over towards the weird ....being that he almost ran over. Not that he looks any less weird, with the bit of him that is visible of him under all the clothing being silver scales covering an otherwise human looking lower half of a face, and after a moment also upper face as he pushes the snow goggles out of the way.]

Are you okay?

[snowguardian]

[Jack arrives with a stumble, the hoard of Smaug shifting under his feet.] Woah! [With his hands and staff out he skids a little way on falling coins, but manages to prevent himself from actually falling flat onto them. The noise of it echoes around the mountain chamber, filling it with sound. After a moment, when he's more secure, he thinks to look around, taking in the dark chamber, and then -]

Is this gold [He stoops to lift a handful, letting the coins trickle past his fingers and land back on the pile until there's only one left, which he examines.] Is it real? [Never mind the 'how the hell did I get here' stuff, that can wait.]

[espigeonage]

Fuck! [Julien beats his wings - whoomph, whoomph! - in instinctive panic, lifting up a foot off the gold and scrabbling as he touches back down. Too dark! The ground is cold and slippery!]

[disdainfully]

"It is." The man that stands behind him is short and broad and in addition to jeans and an Icelandic woollen sweater also wears a crown on his head. "You stand on the treasure of the Dwarven kingdom of the Lonely Mountain."

[disdainfully]

[Light engulfs Julien after he has struggled for a bit, and the heavy boots against he precious metals announce another person approaching. Someone holds a high power flashlight, like the police uses, trained at him.]

[snowguardian]

"...Right." Jack's voice has a disbelieving tone to his voice, but he doesn't look up from the coin that he's holding. Frost is creeping up from his fingertips, though, and he sighs, dropping the coin back to the pile with a soft, almost inaudible sigh. Finally, he turns to look at the man coming up behind him. Blue eyes take in the crown and then trail down, before returning to Thorir's face. Hoarder, much? Also perhaps slightly crazy. Best not to cross this one. He might be shorter than Jack, but Jack's pretty sure that he's got to be at least twice Jack's, admittedly slight, weight.

"Yeah, well, five minutes ago I stood on the floor of the kitchen at Mom's house, so you'll have to excuse me for staring. It's really real? How much is there?" He looks around again, slightly baffled by all of this, but also slightly in awe.

[disdainfully]

"More than anywhere else in this world, perhaps." Distrust and pride war on his features, and sharp eyes watch Jack's reactions intently, search him for weapons as much as for grabby hands. "Who are you? And, if you have been brought here by a way that you can't tell, how long have you been numbered?"

[snowguardian]

The look that Thorir is pinning him under has Jack unconsciously holding his staff tighter, closer to his body. He might not have had it long, but it's long enough to feel that it's an extension of his body for a young man- and even a wooden weapon is better than none. Still, there's no dishonesty on his face, which is still mostly full of curiosity. There's even very little fear there: the teenager has yet to learn how to live outside of the moment.

"You know about the numbered? Wait - let me guess - you're one too?" Well, that'd explain his height. Was he this grumpy before hand too? Jack offers out a hand automatically. At least he's a teenager with some manners forced into him? "I'm Jack. I've only been on the network since Lapland lit up. Hey, we're not really in some dwarf kingdom, are we? Mom'll freak out if I'm not back for dinner."

[espigeonage]

[Julien extends his wings out at his sides, open, enormous primary feathers parted and touching the ground, tail fanned. At the heavy footsteps the contour feathers on his wings and back raise and fluff - he instinctually makes himself look bigger and rougher, completely counter to how he likes to appear to normal people.

Ow. His eyes adjust instantly so they seem silver-blue, with barely-visible pinpricks for pupils. He adjusts further by closing sepia-tinted inner eyelids, and squinting with his outer ones. After a second the raised feathers start to flatten back down.]

Thorir?

Jack Frost | Rise of the Guardians | AU

[snowguardian]

[The AU: Jack was born in Lapland, to parents who divorced shortly after he and his twin brother were born. His mother moved to Locke when he was two, leaving his twin with his father. In Locke, she remarried and had a daughter, four years younger than Jack, but that marriage failed too when Jack was eleven and he and his mother returned to Finland to be close to her parents. In a small community, his brother was the only one close to his age, and their long separation and different temperaments didn't make them good playmates.]

[Network: video]

[Jack's a gangly teen, perched awkwardly on his chair with his long legs against his chest. He seems comfortable at least, but also curious and eager.] So this is the infamous network, huh? If it even works. Try getting an internet connection in these parts. I'm amazed we even get the news out in the sticks.

Not really sure that white suits me, though. [He reaches up to twist a lock of his wayward white hair that was, up to last week, a soft brown.] Mom freaked out about it, though. She didn't believe I didn't dye it until she noticed my eyes have gone blue too. And then she was all about taking me to the doctors or something, it took me ages to convince her that I wasn't ill or something. Is it normal to get something so weird to start off with? There's not much chance of hiding this.

[Action - snowmobile race]

[No one needed to sign Jack up for anything, he was already there. Anything to get out for once. His snowmobile isn't the latest and it's a little battered - 'borrowed' from family. He'll take it back. Intact and everything! He's twitchy leading up to the race, unable to stand still, grinning wildly.] Hey! You're entering too? Good luck!

[And during the race, he's there in about the middle of the group. He's got quick instincts, but he always moves by them and they're not always right. Following him might get you into a bit of trouble, especially if you're not as fluid on the snowmobiles as he is. But he's laughing the whole way through, especially through the trickier parts.]

4th

[espigeonage]

[Because we need that "friend's shower" option taken.

In the classy hotel near Neuschwanstein, Julien has managed to commandeer a big, deep hot tub that would usually seat several and is splashing and ducking himself, feathers plastered to his skin. He is in fact taking a birdbath. Seven-foot harpy creature that he is, it's a rare opportunity.]

Canon!Hajime | Kamen Rider Blade

[chalicejoker]

[Action - Locke]
[The short guy skulking around in a trenchcoat really shouldn't be looking quite so wary about this area. Hajime was born and bred in Locke, right?

Only this isn't Locke's Hajime, and he's tense and suspicious and trying very hard to put on a normal human face while he tries to figure out where the hell he is and what's brought him here. He's not in the greatest of moods, and he's likely to call out any other nonhumans he senses and try to challenge them to a fight. He might even go looking for them in order to pick a fight, because this is making him restless and quite grumpy.]

[rainbowprotector]

Snow?

[In jumping out of the way, Akira manages to get himself hopelessly stuck in a snowdrift. He's flailing around and clearly in need of assistance, even if he's a weird cowboy monster. At least there is someone around to help. He will forgive that person for almost running him down, if help is delivered.]

How'd I get out here?

[radiantchicken]

Interesting...

[He's not going to judge your "business deal," Marv. He just wants to get to the bottom of the teleportation thing.]

Did you feel anything before it happened, or was it completely instantaneous?

[rainbowprotector]

[So the teleportation thing isn't limited to landing in friends' showers; sometimes, complete strangers can get teleported, too! Like now. There's a splash as a weird cowboy monster is suddenly transported into the tub. He has no idea what's going on.]

[espigeonage]

Huh??

[The reverie of bathing broken, Julien jerks back, creating a small wave that slops out onto the floor. It's already wet, at least; birds do not bathe neatly. He has a certain smell while wet, a little like wet dog, but sharper and sweeter. With legs as long as his the tub isn't quite deep enough to preserve his modesty, though the soaked wing he hastily folds in front of him does the job fine.]

Who are you? What are you doing?

[rainbowprotector]

[There's a bit of alarmed splashing and flailing as Akira sort of panics at this and tries to get out of the tub but slips because he's still not quite used to being a monster-thing and falls back into the tub and splashes some more and finally settles on clapping his hands over his eyes to be polite.]

I don't know what I'm doing!

[espigeonage]

[Julien would very much like to flap vigorously at the Brussels-sprout looking stranger and chase him out. He knows that wouldn't help. It's tempting though.]

How did you get in here?!

[gokai_red]

Didn't feel a thing, Big Bird. Not that I noticed, anyway.

[Adrenaline could have offset that, though.] I know you guys have something stashed away for goin' back and forth, I've been watching for a little bit, but this obviously ain't it.