[OPEN] 4th Wall weekend - FDC

[mansionstaff]

Who: YOU AND ME IT'S OUR DESTINY!
What: 4th Wall Weekend shenanigans
Where: In the general vicinity of Final Destination City WHEREVER YOU WANT
When: April 27th-29th
Warnings: Depending on who shows up, there could be many terrible things.
Event Info Post: here

So a temporal problem in the space-time continuum has brought you here for a few days. No big, you might as well enjoy the place and all its crazy sights and sounds while you're here, you know? It isn't every day that you're completely conscious for this sort of thing, and...deep down...this does look like a pretty fun place to hang around.

Time to make the most of it!

Within walking distance of Smash Academy is Final Destination City and here you can find just about anything your imagination can come up with. A bigger and more advanced hospital & Pokemon Center, grocery stores, restaurants, coffee shops, ice-cream parlors, arcades, Delfino Mall, clothing stores, book stores, apartment complexes, homes, bars, pubs--you name it, it's probably here. FDC's legal drinking age is 19 but uh...a few bars don't really check. You might want to head off to Ganondorf Dragmire's Pub for that sort of thing, he's cool with that.

There is also locally a junkyard formally guarded by a Towtow (now presumed dead), and a rocky beach not really ideal for sunbathing but great for brooding and making out at. (If you do end up making out, be careful...it's quite an open area)

Beyond that? Hey if you wanna visit the world, Smash Academy and FDC is located on a strange, fictional and hodgepodge version of Planet Earth, where all other areas of the Video Game universes are ONE. Have you ever wanted to see Ganondorf visit Hocotate? Or Kirby and Yoshi hang out on Popstar? Mario in Alaska? Here, you totally can.

Or, you know, you can chill out in the student dorms and get free meals served by a giant bear with a laser for an eye.

Regardless of what you end up doing? This place is certain to be interesting in more ways than one....

[[OOC: THE NITTY GRITTY AND RULES:
- OPEN LOG AVAILABLE TO EVERYONE.
- Please start your threads with where your character is, so others can come in.
- If you are going to have makeouts / battles / anything kinda sketchy, PLEASE MARK IT SO ACCORDINGLY as you tag to warn the others.
- Mark your threads OPEN and CLOSED depending on your plans.
- If your character knows others (a 4th wall breakage) make sure that the other person is okay with it before going "Hey I played your game", etc. we're trusting you guys to communicate with each other for such things.
- ENJOY, AND HAVE FUN! ]]

Comments

[bluestreaker]

Sonic gave him a look like, 'C'mon, seriously? Are you going to dry brush me to death?' ... Whatever that amounted to.

But there he was, more of a smoker's yellow paint on the brush once the light got to it. Sonic's knees kept themselves bent, toes inching forward in a tease he knew Shadow would pay attention to and either fall for it or not. He didn't need to be that clever about it.

When he couldn't resist seeing Shadow's skin empty of any more color, he snapped through the air and was gone. Right for Shadow in an elusive twist of a run, knowing with him, he couldn't just come right at him.

Either way, he was going to paint a yellow posy on his hip and make him feel like a series of magical mares, so help him. HE HAD THIS.

[obfuskate]

Sonic just.

Totally painted.

A pretty yellow flower on his flank.

What the hell is this and why is he doing it.

Shadow flipped around in an attempt to dodge, but he wasn't quick enough. His hip was now emblazoned with the cutest cutie mark to ever cutie. Or something.

Not. Cool.

He aimed for Sonic, the paint brushes still in hand, but as his palm began to glow softly with whatever little Chaos Energy he had in his body at the time, they became a little less than ordinary.

Okay, it was no Chaos Spear, but it would do. Maybe. A little.

He flung them, but not without a bit of a flinch at- at-- was something on his back?!

He looked out of the corner in his eye, only to find the tinier, chubbier Sonic behind him, squirting that slightly off-white paint all over his back. Oh. GREAT.

[bluestreaker]

The loudest one-note laugh escaped his older counterpart. He was with his little self now, watching his fine work ooze down the Ultimate Life Form's ultimate spine. Sonic swished his hand and Shadow's entire tail wore a coat of faded gold.

"He looks pretty good like this! Shadow, ever consider seeing a stylist? Wash out some'a that brood?"

He punctuated his question with a quick spread of the white along the small of his back.

[obfuskate]

Shadow's body tensed at the touch, fists clenching and tail swishing aggressively. He latched onto the idea of calmness, and it worked to a point, but if either of the Sonics watched carefully, the signs of an attack were apparent.

The younger, more inexperienced Sonic made it clear that he hadn't realized that. He was already picking up tubes of different paints from all colors of the rainbow. Yes, he was going to make Shadow a double rainbow.

He snapped his hand out to try to snatch the older Sonic's wrist, and with a hiss, he said all he felt he had to:

"Cease this at once. This is your only warning."

[bluestreaker]

Sonic didn't let up the smug, not one bit. He found it interesting that this Shadow hadn't decked him square in the black olive nose.

He reclaimed his wrist with a swing downward and wandered to bend down behind himself. He relaxed his arms in a fold on Classic's head and proposed a smiling state to Shadow, one he knew would get declined, but he'd try anyway.

He was just glad Shadow wasn't being so ...well, Shadow for once!

"Consider this an opportunity, Shads!"

[obfuskate]

They'd gone through a lot. Their alliance against FinalHazard, his falling to Earth to end up here, Sonic falling into his room... it left him just a little more indecisive and unsure than he would usually be.

Shadow really did want to deck him in the face right now, though.

He flipped around, looking to be on-guard, about to question how this was an opportunity, when his drooping, soaked spines splashed right into his face. Thank god his eyes shut, or else that would... not have been good.

Instead, he stood there, body quaking with rage and annoyance with his spines all stuck to his face.

"..."

This.

Is.

Stupid.

HAHAHHAAH LOSER

[bluestreaker]

Sonic reached back into his cobalt forest and whipped out the brightest colors the old art room had to offer. Startling pinks and whites, the loudest orange and greens. Just looking at them all compiled into one fist could blow an eardrum out.

Every single one of them? Uncapped.

"To lighten up!" Aim! SQUEEZE. "Literally!"

He really did like you, Shadow, but he snatched up his more naive half and quickly blasted out of that scene. GOTTA JUICE, BRO.

YOU ARE DICKS AND SHOULD FEEL LIKE DICKS

[obfuskate]

...

And so he stood there, completely coated in so many different colors of the rainbow. Spines drooped and stuck to him and his breathing heaved roughly with unbridled anger.

Sonic. Oh, Sonic.

You are so dead the next time he sees you.

That, and his little friend, too, the tinier Sonic, the one he heard laughing maniacally as they made their escape.

... he couldn't really punch them now, though.

He kind of had to wash this paint off first.

THANKS, ASSHOLES.