This post is for non-polychromatic play. Hit me with dropped characters, unplayed characters, current characters that are ooc, or even your personal journal! Anything goes! Just put "4th Wall" in the subject so that I don't get confused. (I know the email notifications give what entry you're replying to, but I can be stupid. Best not to take chances.)

[accidental video]

[There's something wrong with Anne. It's not just that the room she's in is full of smoke, though that's worrisome. It's not that she's covered in flour and other ingredients meant for food, not clothing. It's her eyes.]

Neil, Todd, I'm afraid we will have to postpone our party. There has been a...situation.

[The spinklers come on, and Anne winces. But she keeps her voice cheerful, thinking that this is a voice post, and nobody can see what is wrong.]

Doll, when you get home, I can explain everything.




[ooc: Backdating to this morning because I fail, and will end up backtagging because I feel awful, but want to get this up. Blind for the day, so if it ain't voice, you aren't going to get a reply until she has her sight back. xD;;]

[accidental video]

[Anne steps into view...but is it really her? Well of course it is. Anyone who has seen her on certain curse days would recognize her. But this is no curse.

She looks around, confusion furrowing her brow.]

This isn't Charlottetown. Did I get off on the wrong stop? The conductor said --

[She turns around and, instead of the train station, she sees the fountain. Surprise knocks her off her feet and she plops hastily on the ledge. Her head is obviously spinning. But gradually memories return -- hazy, but enough to change the fear on her face to excitement.

She looks down and, as she suspected, there's her Network device. She leans closer and smiles at it.]

Hello, City! I'm back. What did I miss?

[accidental voice]

I stepped into Katie Maurice's world, but then the clock struck twelve and I had to go. I had the spell but I lost it and I will never find it again.

[Sniffles slowly turn into tears.]

It was just a beautiful dream.


[ooc: Anne stepped through the barrier, hoping to find Camelot...and is instead trapped in Mrs. Thomas' living room. Her network device is hiding in the cupboard, so all replies will be voice.]

Does anybody know how to contact the deities?

If any of the deities are reading this, I have a question for you.

Thank you,
Anne Shirley


[ooc: Guess who got a red box.]

[Have one Anne Shirley, alone and forlorn, completely forgetting about the network device.]

I was only gone a few minutes. How come everything changed?

It's strange. I was older yesterday, and I'm older today, but it's a different sort of older. Yesterday I was older but I was still me, but today I'm older and I feel like I'm from somewhere else. I don't really know how to explain it.

I've decided that I want to go to school. Keats told me that he has a doctorate in literature, and I would like one too. What could be more wonderful than going to school simply to study books? I never had much chance to go to school back where I'm from -- most people would call it home but really, the City is my home, so I'm quite at a loss what to call the world I'm from -- because I needed to help take care of the children and the house. Three sets of twins are very difficult for one woman to take care of, you know, although they're not much easier when you have an eleven year old helping. I received just enough schooling to learn how to read, much to Mrs. Hammond's dismay. She thought I spent too much time reading. I probably did.

Is there some kind of school here? How do I enroll? I realize that I cannot start a doctorate program right away. I'll need years more of studying before I could. I probably won't be here long enough to do so. But the future is a book waiting to be written! Who knows how long I'll be here, or what I'll be able to learn? It is better to have tried and failed than to never have tried at all. I hope I may live up to that saying in everything I do.



[ooc: All replies will be from abouttohappen]

[voice]

[Have one Anne Shirley, sobbing hysterically.]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! DON'T!!!!!!!!!

Is there a doctor anywhere that can tell Merlin I truly am well enough to go to the zoo?


[ooc: Open for 4th wall trolling, bbz~!]

Being sick is a very unpleasant experience. If I had a choice in the matter, I would never get sick again.

I hope the play went well. I'm sorry for worrying people.

...I think I'm going to go back to bed. I still don't feel quite right.

[video]

[Princess Anne, dressed in a gown of shimmering blue silk, picks flowers in a clearing of the woods, singing quietly to herself and swaying gently.]



[As she sings, little animals come to sing and dance with her.]


[ooc: LOL I have no talent for making up lyrics, so stealing from Sleeping Beauty. Action for misterblackbird and knockoff_hero; voice for everybody else!]

( Pre-Post Action for Arthur (and any other Camelot people who want to jump in) )


Hear ye, hear ye!

You are all cordially invited to a picnic in Xanadu on Sunday, May 31st in honor of my birthday. Food and drinks will be provided, although we would love it if you could also bring some of your own so we can have a sampling of foods from different worlds. No other present is necessary.

Please RSVP on this post if you would like to attend.

[Video]

[Anne giddily turns on the device and sits at her desk, giving the device her brightest smile.]

City, there's someone I want you to meet!

[She leans down and, with some indistinct cajols, pulls a puppy onto her lap.]



City, meet Sir Gawain. Isn't he the sweetest?

[Gawain licks her chin and she giggles.]

[Voice]

[Anne speaks in a creepy yet excited whisper.]

The dark is such a mysterious thing, isn't it? It whispers of magic and possibility. The shadows seem to come to life and change the familiar into something else entirely. Perhaps that isn't my dresser after all, but the throne of a dark fairy queen. My closet door now opens to another world, where monsters rule the earth. A world of eternal night, and only the power of light can stop them.

[Now her voice gets a little nervous as her imagination carries her away.]

And this is their chance. This is when they'll attack and destroy the world of light. Maybe light isn't their weakness at all. Maybe light is their food, and they devour it until nothing is life, until there is only darkness and they must find another world and another source of light. Or the flesh of the living.

[A soft, furry creature brushes past her and she screams.

CLATTER as the Network device falls to the ground, cutting off the post.]


[Later]

Arthur? Merlin? Is anybody home?

[Accidental Video Post]

[Anne has her Network device open so she can read a recipe, not realizing that it's recording. She moves as quietly as she can, not wanting to wake any of her roommates. She wants this to be a surprise.

Her eyes are far away, imagining the delighted expression on Merlin's face as he takes his first bite of her homemade waffles. He'll declare them the best waffles he's ever tasted and ask her to make them for breakfast EVERY morning!

Lost in these pleasant fantasies, she doesn't notice that she put a tablespoon of baking powder in the mix instead of sugar. Woops.]


[ooc: 4th wall madness! Anything goes. :D Quasi-placeholderish, as if I had SENSE I'd be asleep right now...but I have very little sense. >.>;;]

[After blowing up at Arthur, Anne ran to the gardens, needing to be alone. How could Merlin leave? How could the City send him away? He was family, the first family she had ever known. She felt as though she had tasted the bitterness of death.]



[ooc: Action post! Backdated to yesterday for Crowley posession plot!]

Do you think it's possible for your soul to be born after your body is? I was born in March, but I've never really felt like a March baby. March is an old woman, her joints stiff from the bitter winter cold. She wishes desperately to dance and play and sing like in her younger years, but her body is too worn to move like she used to.

If I could choose my birthday, I think I would choose April. April is such a happy, dancing month, is it not? Like a young woman who has woken up from a delicious nap, ready to play and have fun. I would choose late April, just as the flowers have had their fill to drink and decide that perhaps it's time to introduce themselves to the world. Wouldn't it be lovely to come into being with the rest of creation, and feel as though all the flowers and the threes and the little baby animals are truly your brothers and sisters? If my parents had asked my opinion, I definitely would have told them April.

It seems most unfortunate that we cannot choose our birthdays. But I suppose there are many things in life we can't choose.