Gregory Edgeworth looks around at the suspiciously-empty dressing room. He doesn't see anyone ... hmm. Maybe he can get someone's attention.
He clears his throat.
... nope, still no one.
He snaps his fingers in disappointment ... and that's when it comes to him. Snapping! Of course. Von Karma was famous for his almost-deafening snaps. It couldn't be so hard to pull that off ... right?
(Several minutes later...)
"Heh, I did it!" He grins. "In your face, Manfred."
... Ohh, right. He was trying to get someone's attention. Well... let's see if he succeeded in that regard.
*Franziska opens a random door, hoping maybe this one will be a way out. No such luck. This room is full of Christmas decorations--trees that reach all the way to the ceiling, enough blinking lights to induce a seizure, goofy Santa and snowman sculptures, and of course, mistletoe.*
Hmph. I am not about to spend another Christmas in this place, especially not when it's decorated in such a tacky manner.
*Groggily, he ambles to his closet, opening the door, he finds himself staring at the inside of a dressing room...Again*
Huh, It's been a while.
*Godot trips over the closet, still not quite awake yet, and the doors shut behind him"
(Oh hi, I used to kind of actually post here, but life got in the way, but now I'm back and next time I'll warn you all of any hiatuses I'll be taking in the future)
The place is lonely, well away from the bustling streets of the city. The road winds through trees with heavy, sloping branches, their red-and-gold leaves rustling and scattering in the wind. Through the high, wrought-iron fence running parallel to the road, gravestones are clearly visible, the white marble shining in the sunlight.
Iris parks her moped and sits for a moment, staring at the gate.
It's been a long time. But... there are things she must say, secrets that have weighed heavy on her heart for a long, long time. Even in this stillness and seclusion, Iris is afraid to speak them aloud... but she can't turn back now. She can't...
Maybe Dahlia's spirit will hear her. Iris isn't sure whether she wants that or not.
Iris finally stands and approaches the gate. Her hands are shaking when they close around the smooth iron bars. She closes her eyes and bows her head for a moment, taking a breath to steel herself.
Dahlia... We need to talk.
Iris pulls open the gate and steps through...
But when she raises her head and opens her eyes, she is not in the cemetery. She's never seen this place before.
Iris whirls around -- but the gate is gone. There is only blank wall behind her.
No, what... Where am I?
Um, have an Iris? An Iris with ~secrets~ XD I've never RPed before in my entire life, but I've always wanted to try. I know the community's not very active, but I thought I'd mess around here anyway. Aaand it's late here, so if anyone sees this and feels like poking Iris, I'll reply in the morning
[An absolutely adorable, sparkling blonde girl suddenly jogs into the room, looking around with a smile.]
This must be a new part of the circus... Ooh Regent, you sneaky little thing you~! I'll find you yet!
[And she keeps looking around. No, she knows not her peril. Fill her in?]
*Larry enters a room full of the most random collection of things imaginable. It's almost too weird even for Larry. A cat sits near the door, alternating between starting at a cheeseburger and looking up at him.*
You want to share that burger? Ok.
*He is distracted by a blue creature with prominent gills.*
What the heck is THAT? And why do I feel like dancing?
((This room is full of living embodiments of internet memes. Use real ones, or invent something like the tapdancing Steel Samurai!))
It's quiet in here. Too quiet.