The Last Great 4th Wall Breakdown?

[aeons_crackshot]

Things are falling apart. The center can not hold. The END is nigh, etc. etc.....



Really, is it all that surprising that that wimpy little fourth wall would take a tumble?

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[amrin-20012002.livejournal.com]

A bleary-eyed brunette woman stumbles into the Bar.

"I skip out on class due to the snow and ice and I end up in the Bar when it's counting down to doomsday. Figures."

[noquota.livejournal.com]

"I should be so lucky. I haven't even had my app sent in yet. The yahoo typing this says he'll send it in at for the grand post move application binge."

[camwyn]

"Oy."

It's that kind of a morning, isn't it.

[amrin-20012002.livejournal.com]

Yes, it is that kind of morning.

"Hello, Cam. I'd order coffee from Bar, but there's no telling what I'd actually get, you know?"

[boston_bruiser]

"Yup."

That kind of a day, too. And turning into that kind of an evening.

That'd be the 5'11" Dutch-Irish kid in the UnderArmour sweatshirt in the corner, staring at a blank Word .doc on the screen of a MacBook that's seen much better days - scratches and a PADI Diver sticker adorn the case. His right hand taps out a rhythm on the keyboard while his left juggles his last bottle of Five-Hour Energy, trying to see just how acrobatic it can be (re: not very).

[minkhollow]

"...okay, normally it wouldn't be a bad thing that I haven't had my morning caffeine fix? But under the circumstances..."
The girl who just walked in (curly brown hair, gray hooded sweatshirt over a way-too-large purple shirt, gray cargo pants, flip-flops) sighs. "Well, at least the dogs didn't follow me in this time."

[amrin-20012002.livejournal.com]

"I like your icon. It's a reference to Stephen King's Dark Tower books, right?"

"Your dogs have followed you in before?"

[withherhands]

"Oh, shit."

The short woman who's just walked in the door stops dead in her tracks, the towel wrapped around her head listing sharply to the right at the sudden stop.

"Oh, shit, do I really want to be in he--PEANUT!" She lunges for the brown tabby that darts from her side and under the nearest piece of furniture, but of course it's too late.

Yeah, time had better have stopped outside, or Karen's going to be so freaking late for work.

[amrin-20012002.livejournal.com]

"Oh dear. Is there anything she likes that might lure her out?"

[sardonicynic]

"Oh, Can-uh-duhhh," comes an entirely too caffeinated, Kentucky-fried sing-song from a nearby booth.

Ignore the stacks of paperwork on the table; she's really there, just behind the research protocols, with an oversized ceramic mug at her elbow.

"She's okay -- I think she's under here."

[trigger_man]

A few tables over, there's someone staring at Karen, eyes narrowed in thought. There's something about her that seems famili--

The eyes narrow even more.

"You."

[mogget_cat]

"Good morning," the not'cat greets the cat suddenly under his chair, politely.

[leeshajoy (from livejournal.com)]

A pudgy, bespectacled redhead in a navy blue bathrobe stumbles in. She blinks blearily at her surroundings, and pulls her bathrobe up a little tighter, blushing furiously.

[amrin-20012002.livejournal.com]

"Hang on a second, I've got a pair of sweats that might fit you!"

Said sweats are handed over a minute or so later, they are purple.

[waco_jim]

In strolls BBQ Platypus, white, male, mid-twenties, fifteen pounds overweight, Property textbook cradled beneath his arm, and clad in his fourth Vikings jersey in as many days. (Look, he'll get around to laundry eventually, alright?)

He's talking to his WRAP partner on his cell phone when he walks in.

"Look, I'm not trying to rock the boat here. When tomorrow morning comes around, we'll do the exercise your way. I'm just saying, this is fuck-you money we're asking for. Just don't be surprised if Kristin tells us to...hello? Hello?"

He looks up. This is not his Property classroom. "Oh."

[batyatoon]

"Hi!"

The speaker is a smallish, roundish, mid-thirtiesish woman in a headscarf and a great deal of skirt.

"Is this your first Fourth Wall episode? You kinda have that look."

[sunbaked_baker]

"Dear gods and friggin' angels, where am I?" asks the red-head warily, having stumbled into a part of the bar she doesn't recognize.

[brave_kreyu]

A voice rumbles, "Milliways, albeit a portion not usually open to the public."

[fairytale-name.livejournal.com]

"Oi, Typist! Thanks so much for planning to toss me into the bloody crack. And I never even got the chance. It's a horrible excuse and also I hate you."

Amy storms to the Bar to order a drink. PISSED OFF Amy.

[mogget_cat]

Poor Amy. Have a pretty kitty looking curiously up at her.

"Prrrt?"

[kippurbird.livejournal.com]

"Let's see... class, here. Class... here..." There's a shrug. "So... fried paradoxes, right?"

[brave_kreyu]

"They do seem to be the house specialty."

[wanderlustlover]

"Oh...my."

[brave_kreyu]

"Are you well? This place can come as quite a shock."

Because the mun's personal journal is borked and he never uses it anyway

[boston_bruiser]

Anyone standing near the door?

Yeah, you might want to watch your heads.

Because in a couple seconds, there'll be a 5' 11" Dutch-Irish kid in his favorite UnderArmour UC Davis Aggies sweatshirt, jeans, and with a backpack on his back sprinting in (all those run tests, clears, and stadiums in his spare time finally paid off), caffeinated up to his eyeballs from the Five-Hour Energy he took two hours ago.

It's a misplaced coffee table that finally puts the brakes on him - face, meet floor. Have a nice trip.


What follows is a full twenty seconds of cursing, some in English and some in Spanish, (you don't grow up a stone's throw from Tijuana without getting some real interesting additions to your vocabulary. And most people in Davis can't speak Spanish, so he gets off scot-free.) as shouted by a kid whose job it is to be the lacrosse team's human foghorn.


Eventually he stops cradling his shin and looks around.

"Oh. Um..."

Someone smarter might have the savior-faire to come up with some kind of snark right about now. But all that's coming to mind as he picks himself up, dusts himself off, and scratches his head is...

"Huh."

Re: Because the mun's personal journal is borked and he never uses it anyway

[brave_kreyu]

"Oh dear. You didn't hurt yourself, did you?"

[sdelmonte]

There is an empty cup of tea and a note...

Would love to be here today, but real life - that wacky thing on the other side of the fourth wall - is eating me for brunch. Hope to find my way back here after the move. Hi to everyone, real and imaginary.

PS: Thanks for the tea.

[chanter1944]

"Aww jeez," says a sleepy-looking brown-haired young woman in a fuzzy sweater and jeans from just inside the door. "Now the bar's counting down to blowing up, or something? Has the Landlord been taking lessons from the Walker administration?"

This time, somehow or other, no yellow lab goes zipping past Chanter and into the room. Maybe Bosco senses the gathering doom?

[camwyn]

"I'm privately convinced the Landlord is actually Haruhi Suzumiya the unwitting reality warper, and this is all just a manifestation of her being bored and re-imagining the whole thing," says Cam. "She'll get back on track shortly and it'll all settle down. Morning, by the way."

[aberrantangels]

Austin (wearing khakis, topsiders with white socks, and a Buchanan tartan flannel shirt over the Tim the Enchanter shirt.woot) seems to be having a muttered conversation with someone invisible.

"I've let you in before, and they just ignore you." Pause. "Could be. And they'd have to invoke Rule Two if they did figure out where to look." Pause. "The very thing occurred to me." Pause. "Well, since this may be your last chance... let's do this thing."

With that, he seems to swing aside like a door opening...

The Unspeakable arrives.

[futamura_neo]

...and, through the hole in (un)reality thus revealed comes, apparently, a Japanese girl who looks about 20, dressed as shown in the icon. "Ohayô, min'na!" she announces.

[aberrantangels]

Austin swings "shut" behind the new arrival. "Here I am, and here a piece of me will be until the end," he says to nobody in particular and everyone in general.