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[themightyspazz]

You ever stop and wonder just how much better your life would be if it were written by Joss Whedon?

I do. All the time.

FOURTH WALL BREAKDOWN, Y'ALL.

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[themightyspazz]

In the gym, there are four people.

Voodoo's geared up, leaning up against one of the walls as he fidgets and checks a nearby clock.

John's doing much the same, albeit further down the wall.

Mako's in a tanktop and sweats, finishing up the last of a particularly grueling set of pullups.

And there is a reasonably athletic-looking 19-year-old of Scots-Irish descent in worn-out sweatpants, Asics, and a UC Davis UnderArmour tee working over a punching bag with a few combinations, his hands wrapped in black elastic cloth. He's still got a long way to go before he can try out for the fight team, but he's getting there.

[yakalskovich]

My life *was* apparently written by Joss Whedon, but he handed the show over to somebody else when I was in my early thirties. Last year, that new show- runner did some shark- jumping, but the ratings are still doing well, thank you.

No fourth wall breakdown for me,though.-

[aberration]

If Joss Whedon wrote my life, I'd be dead.

Really, I'm just playing the odds here.

[gypsyjr]

That just means the audience will love us, making our inevitable demises that much more tragic.

[psyched_you_out]

There's a not-psychic in the corner, sitting with his feet on the table, taking up a ridiculous amount of space as usual.

"What's up?"

[aberration]

Well, we could also be one of the five bazillion random bystanders who also get killed.

But maybe there's also a chance he didn't really mean it and a fan campaign will resurrect us!

[yakalskovich]

Famous last words. Refusing to break down the fourth wall here because of too much to do, I promptly went on to break down the fourth wall elsewhere with an utterly unsuspecting RL friend who just happened to mention 'the restaurant at the end of the universe' in a comment to a G+ post. Of course I had to defend our food and drink! Poor guy doesn't even know what I'm talking about, though...

**evil cackle**

[jjprobert]

A young man walks through the door to the main bar, carrying two bags, one a rucksack slung over one shoulder, the other a large canvas bag filled with with various leaflets and free stuff he picked up at the careers fair.

"Oh thank goodness. Time to sit down for lunch."

By which, he probably means those Marmite sandwiches he grabs out of the rucksack, rather than the Laptop he seems to be focusing most of his attention on.

[genarti]

Yeah, agreed.

My life would probably contain a lot more snappy banter! But I'm not sure I'd call it better in any other way.

[musesbyaura]

There's a twentysomething woman sitting sideways in a booth, a mug of tomato basil soup on the table, laptop in lap, and tears on her face.

Don't be fooled. Her eyes are just irritated as hell. It's probably some seasonal crap. Stupid autumn. Every now and then, she takes out a bottle of Visine and applies directly to the eyeballs.

"Why are you applying false tears?" asks a man nearby.

"These're supposed to make my eyes feel better," she answers before blinking her eyes hard and turning to get a good look at him.

And Aura ends up shutting them again when it's Lohengrin she sees. She mouths an expletive and discreetly closes a couple of tabs on her browser.

"Have you been hurt?" the Knight presses.

"Not by anyone, so don't worry about that," she says, waving off his concern. "Say, could you do me a small favor?"

The Knight nods without thinking before answering, "I don't mind."

"Could you kind of sit down and be my eyes? I should probably keep a lookout for a couple of people but I don't know how much looking I can actually do."

And so Lohengrin ends up joining her while she describes a woman with black curly hair and a young blond boy in a striped shirt.

As for those in question, Mia is sitting in an armchair by the fireplace while Lucas has fixed up a blanket fort out of another booth nearby.

[gforceinmyfaaaace]

The fourth what?

Oh. Oh! That thing!

It's so fragile...

[leeshajoy]

"Really? You want a generally mediocre life that still gets massively hyped on the Internet because it has a well-known name attached to it?"

(Someone's feeling a little trollish today.)

[bjornwilde]

Yeah, I am quite sure Whedon took one look at my script and passed. I can maybe see Hughes taking on the project or the producers for Parenthood but not Whedon. I'd likely have died in the first five minutes if he had though so I'm not arguing. = ]

[bcgphoenix]

Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-squeeeeeeak.

Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-squeeeeeeak.

That nice straightaway off to the side there? Probably a good idea to stay away from it unless you want to get plowed over by a woman on quad skates. Phoenix, done up in full derby gear, is sprinting from one end of the bar to the other, stopping right before she hits the wall by spinning into a 180 and rocking up on her toe stops (which accounts for the long squeeeeeak as they drag across the floor).

So far, she doesn't look too graceful, but the less-than-perfect stops get the job done. Most of the time.

Though there's also a faint "Waugh, fuck!" every so often as she teeters on the verge of losing her balance or almost slams into the wall. Fuckin' turnaround stops, how do they work.

[visible_sariel]

A twenty-something woman - dark skin, black curly hair, red Starfleet uniform - is over in one armchair, a couple of books in her lap and one more in her hand. The datapad to one side is quite empty, if anyone's looking, except for one instance of the ubiquitous circle and X symbol. Sariel's attempts at rune research are getting nowhere, apparently.

Just inside the door, meanwhile, there's another twenty-something - jeans, pale shirt, stocking feet, waist-length brown hair. "What the? Oh hey, the bar is in my bedroom this time? At least I only went back for perfume. Bosco, no way."

That last is to the near-white yellow Labrador who's just stuck his head round his owner's knee and attempted to nose his way into Milliways. "Not without me you aren't, anyway. The heck if I'm losing you in here, weirdness in the forest or not. With my luck, the Wells's would adopt you before I could catch you, and as much as I like Yorkshire, I'd sooner keep you. Fluffball."

[agoodmusekickin]

"If Joss wrote my life I'd have been cancelled long before now," quips the brunette with glasses seated at a table with two turtles, a rat, combat android from outer space disguised as a cranky librarian, The Avatar and son.

"Well that woulda made the last few years blessedly quiet," quips Raph.

"Raphael," Splinter warns.

"Hah ha, busted!" Mike says with a chuckle...which is quickly cut short by a smack upside the head from his father. "...ow."

They're playing Lunch Money.

"Spinning backfist coming at you, Bumi," says Aang.

"Yeah...I'm going to block that...Dad." Bumi's a little unnerved by the fact that his father looks to be about 12.

"Hey Nicodemus, you're not actually trying to hide your score over there, are you?" Ida cranes her neck to get a better look at Splinter's health number.

"No..." He lies like a rug.

"Heh, Blood in the water, boys!"

[agoodmusekickin]

Bing perches on a table near by. She's some how managed to score a bag of popcorn and a red Solo cup of Bud.

[crazyfurries]

That fourth wall thing, was it supposed to be set up to block the cats out of the living room?


...well poor luck, a young lady, matching the description of appearing 17 years old, stocky, dark blonde hair and currently in her pjs is walking in, rather blindly thanks to the three large baskets of laundry. And trying to dodge the 20 pound maine coon cat purring and twining about her legs trying to trip her, he really doesn't care how much she scolds him.

"Bonzai, git! Git! I-" The young lady stops and peers beyond the side of one basket, balancing them and holding still.

"...awww biscuits. Why does this always happen when I have a mountain of chores."

[crazyfurries]

Fuzz has joined the party as well, with a bag of cookies and a big chug of skim milk.

"Peanut butter oatmeal cranberry with chocolate chips?" She offers one out to Bing, without looking away from the show.

[crazyfurries]

"If Joss started writing my life after right now, I'm saying this much. There had better be monsters WORTH MY TIME in the show."

Meet the mountain huldra of 'meh'.

"...trollish, really?"

[alchemistseraph]

"Your people scare me sometimes, you know," says a youngish woman with black curly hair sticking up in all kinds of ways. (Don't ask why she's got one of those bug zappers that looks like a tennis racket. You probably don't want to know.)

"I don't even want to think about what my life would be if Joss were in charge. I really don't."

[alchemistseraph]

Does this mean I can tell you I'd love to meet Poins, but only if you make him use regular, plain non-flowery English?

[agoodmusekickin]

"I'm willing to bet that they don't scare you nearly as much as they scare me. I mean...I'm so afraid of the Loompas I didn't even invite them to play!"

"biiiIIIIIiiiig miiiiIIIiistaaaaaAAAAAake," Mike singsongs under his breath.

"Hey wait a second! I'm not scary. I'm nice!" Aang interjects.

Raph just chuckles. "Phenomenal Cosmic Powers...."

"Itty bitty living space," Ida finishes.

[agoodmusekickin]

"Peanut butter oatmeal cranberry with chocolate chip," Bing repeats as she takes a cookie. There might even be an audible OM NOM NOM as she chews, but...it's probably your imagination.

"buhborn?" she offers, talking around her mouthful of cookie.

[crazyfurries]

"Mhmm, popcorn. Yisplease."

There is a slightly audible OMNOMCRUNCHFCRUNCHF happening. Mhmmm salty popcorn, milk and cooookies.