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entrancelogs2016-08-01 12:41 am
finewithhalf) wrote in entrancelogs2016-08-01 12:41 am
I took all of my art off of the refrigerator.
Who: Maya Hart and you, perhaps? [Open to everyone. COME AT ME.]
Where: Moving around the hallways, eventually at the Entrance Hall
When: 8/1, all day
Rating: Probably G, maybe up to TV14 if things escalate.
Summary: Bored teenager is playing with spray paint. Where it goes from there depends on how your character feels about that.
The Story:
[Maya Hart has been a resident of Wonderland for almost a whole month. And in that month, next to nothing has happened. There's been some exploration, sure. But the rumors of Wonderland being full of Wonder have been greatly exaggerated. It's been like a long summer vacation. Normally that would be fine, but it's left a lot of idle time wide open. Idle time is time to be bored. And there's really only one way to stop being bored.
Just before the sun comes up, Maya will be making her way down the halls with full armloads of spray paint. She takes multiple trips from the fourth floor to the entrance hall, setting up a collection of cans and supplies in the foyer. And then, with a telltale rattle, she begins work on the side of the broad marble, tagging liberally.
And maybe that's when someone interrupts her, or moralizes at her, or tells her that she's doing a bad, bad thing. Maybe the interruption costs her an hour or so. But she'll be back eventually, and pick up wherever she left off.
It might take some time. She might have to sneak back at midnight or later. But but eventually, she'll finish her piece. Art can't stay inside an artist, and that pattern of shapes and colors needed to be released, regardless of who it bothered.
Enjoy your new mural, Wonderland.]
{{OOC: Feel free to interrupt Maya at any point in the process! Tell her she's doing a bad, bad thing, or goad her on. She'll gladly accept help if anyone wants to offer it.}}
Where: Moving around the hallways, eventually at the Entrance Hall
When: 8/1, all day
Rating: Probably G, maybe up to TV14 if things escalate.
Summary: Bored teenager is playing with spray paint. Where it goes from there depends on how your character feels about that.
The Story:
[Maya Hart has been a resident of Wonderland for almost a whole month. And in that month, next to nothing has happened. There's been some exploration, sure. But the rumors of Wonderland being full of Wonder have been greatly exaggerated. It's been like a long summer vacation. Normally that would be fine, but it's left a lot of idle time wide open. Idle time is time to be bored. And there's really only one way to stop being bored.
Just before the sun comes up, Maya will be making her way down the halls with full armloads of spray paint. She takes multiple trips from the fourth floor to the entrance hall, setting up a collection of cans and supplies in the foyer. And then, with a telltale rattle, she begins work on the side of the broad marble, tagging liberally.
And maybe that's when someone interrupts her, or moralizes at her, or tells her that she's doing a bad, bad thing. Maybe the interruption costs her an hour or so. But she'll be back eventually, and pick up wherever she left off.
It might take some time. She might have to sneak back at midnight or later. But but eventually, she'll finish her piece. Art can't stay inside an artist, and that pattern of shapes and colors needed to be released, regardless of who it bothered.
Enjoy your new mural, Wonderland.]
{{OOC: Feel free to interrupt Maya at any point in the process! Tell her she's doing a bad, bad thing, or goad her on. She'll gladly accept help if anyone wants to offer it.}}
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Yeeeah, someone went a little crazy or something a few weeks back. It's fine, they'll find homes somewhere. When I first got here, someone accidentally summoned like a hundred baby pigs out of the closet. They were everywhere. Nearly started a riot between the animal lovers and the bacon connoisseurs.
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[Don't mind her, she's just suddenly alarmed.]
But that was just because they were pigs, right? That wouldn't happen with some other animal, right?
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[ He's joking. Probably. Although you really can't tell by his expression. ]
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Is it okay to say that? Because I'm pretty sure it's not okay to say that.
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[She pauses, eyes growing wide.]
Wait, people don't care what you do or what you say here??
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I'm not sure I would go that far. I mean, if you're an asshole, you're gonna piss a lot of people off. But most people have pretty... unique senses of humor. I think most of us need to, to be able to cope with being stuck here, never knowing what's popping up tomorrow. We take things in stride easier. And we joke at what we can to make the stuff we can't joke about easier to deal with.