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maskormenacelogs2017-03-09 08:17 pm
zee_zatara) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-03-09 08:17 pm
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WHO: Zatanna & You (maybe? Please?)
WHERE: Everywhere! Anywhere!
WHEN: Throughout March.
WHAT: Introductory & Catch-all Post
WARNINGS: Probably her dead dad at some point which may include some spontaneous ghostly combustion. Possible/Probable Constantine. Puppets and anxiety attacks.
De Chima, Option A- De Kima Kool Kidz Klub
Zee had nothing against small venues, or performing for children. She honestly enjoyed getting the chance to visit schools and children's hospitals back home, so her ego didn't take too much of a puncturing from the job assignment. She could do this until she got herself either out of here entirely, or put together a crew and found some venues for some real magic shows.
Right now, she was doing her own twist on the classics- card tricks, cold reading, and a healthy dose of illusion magic. Once she got her rabbit hutch set up and found the right little critters, she'd hopefully find one with the temperament for stage work- until then, totally illusionary bunny rabbit, which worked since she could make it talk in a cute little voice and wear a bow tie that matched her own.
Everything went well, until she finished the act, and saw who was on next.
A ventriloquist act.
Nope. Nope. Nope. Time for her break, time for that break right now, she was so, so not up to dealing with puppets right now. Maybe if she was at home, at full power, but- no. No. Puppets. She was sure she wasn't the first person to throw up in the bushes behind the building. Not with the amount of grease they cooked into those pizzas.
De Chima Option B: Father's Daughter
"I was wondering when you'd show up, Dad." It wasn't the first time she'd seen him here, but it was the first time he was lingering. Up until now, it had just been brief flashes- he'd appear, holding her hand, then burst into flames, re-enacting his death. She knew he'd never choose to haunt her- he'd died to save her, and she'd had many conversations with his spirit since then.
This guilt-drawn impression of him was all the more heartbreaking, because she knew it was her own mind's doing. Chances are it wasn't even really him, not his soul, anyway. An impression he'd left on her and on the spirit plane. Still, the compulsion to talk to him was irresistible. She felt so much guilt for failing him, for maybe not being who he'd wanted her to be. But more than all that, she missed him. She missed him so much.
She was at a bar in De Chima when he'd sat across from her. "I finally learned to like that wine you always loved. The winery doesn't exist here, so I'm trying to find something close."
Anywhere, Option C - Wildcard
Have an idea? Have at it.
WHERE: Everywhere! Anywhere!
WHEN: Throughout March.
WHAT: Introductory & Catch-all Post
WARNINGS: Probably her dead dad at some point which may include some spontaneous ghostly combustion. Possible/Probable Constantine. Puppets and anxiety attacks.
De Chima, Option A- De Kima Kool Kidz Klub
Zee had nothing against small venues, or performing for children. She honestly enjoyed getting the chance to visit schools and children's hospitals back home, so her ego didn't take too much of a puncturing from the job assignment. She could do this until she got herself either out of here entirely, or put together a crew and found some venues for some real magic shows.
Right now, she was doing her own twist on the classics- card tricks, cold reading, and a healthy dose of illusion magic. Once she got her rabbit hutch set up and found the right little critters, she'd hopefully find one with the temperament for stage work- until then, totally illusionary bunny rabbit, which worked since she could make it talk in a cute little voice and wear a bow tie that matched her own.
Everything went well, until she finished the act, and saw who was on next.
A ventriloquist act.
Nope. Nope. Nope. Time for her break, time for that break right now, she was so, so not up to dealing with puppets right now. Maybe if she was at home, at full power, but- no. No. Puppets. She was sure she wasn't the first person to throw up in the bushes behind the building. Not with the amount of grease they cooked into those pizzas.
De Chima Option B: Father's Daughter
"I was wondering when you'd show up, Dad." It wasn't the first time she'd seen him here, but it was the first time he was lingering. Up until now, it had just been brief flashes- he'd appear, holding her hand, then burst into flames, re-enacting his death. She knew he'd never choose to haunt her- he'd died to save her, and she'd had many conversations with his spirit since then.
This guilt-drawn impression of him was all the more heartbreaking, because she knew it was her own mind's doing. Chances are it wasn't even really him, not his soul, anyway. An impression he'd left on her and on the spirit plane. Still, the compulsion to talk to him was irresistible. She felt so much guilt for failing him, for maybe not being who he'd wanted her to be. But more than all that, she missed him. She missed him so much.
She was at a bar in De Chima when he'd sat across from her. "I finally learned to like that wine you always loved. The winery doesn't exist here, so I'm trying to find something close."
Anywhere, Option C - Wildcard
Have an idea? Have at it.
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