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entranceway2018-03-19 08:28 pm
nonprincess) wrote in entranceway2018-03-19 08:28 pm
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[ Wonderland's been living up to its name, for better or worse, in Moana's experience thus far. Knowing there isn't a way home, having tested and witnessed the truth behind certain magics on the mansion's grounds, has progressed to the unreal realization of really being stuck there. So, she knows she needs to meet more people, and she chooses now to make an appearance. A handful of days after the wild, random carnival disappeared in a flurry of dramatics. A promise of war made. She's had a couple of months to familiarize herself with the basics of the mansion, its inhabitants, and the piece of technology meant for easy communication. She's even used it a couple of times! ]
I... [ longest drawn out pronoun ever. Lips parted, teeth clenching slightly, Moana looks uncertain, clearly uncomfortable. Yet, she has set the device up so she can be seen from the waist up, rows of books around her, a window nearby pouring light in. She's in the same wardrobe she showed up in, opting for the familiarity instead of, well, anything else. The top of her skirt shows, tan and made from a variety of plant materials; red sash around it, matching red top that bares a small part of her stomach, two rows of shells adorning her chest in a horizon, necklace draped down onto it, hair in the same beach waves she's always known.
Sighing, her arms come up, hands out in front of her chest, fingers splayed ]...I reeeeally don't if I'm using this thing right, so, um. Hi. [ hello, awkward smile, complete with a brief pause and wave ] I'm Moana. Of Motunui... [ she trails off on that; no one else has heard of her home yet, but there's hope in her eyes that you, dear listener, have ] Here, with all these... [ she looks over to a bookcase, squinting ] books. [ Libraries aren't what you'd call existent where she's from, much like most of the rooms in the mansion, but the written word isn't foreign to her ] Anyway. I'm...new...ish, and I was -- kind of wanting to talk to...anyone at all, that wants to talk. [ She offers a careful smile. Then, her expression turns a bit more serious. ]
Especially if you could tell me what exactly a war around here would entail, 'cause...I've never been a part of one, and it seems sort of on the...dramatic, side? [ She's hopeful that someone's gonna quash that silly idea! War; what is it good for? ] But...either way, it's pretty serious, too, so... [ she twiddles her thumbs together, lips pursing slightly, eyes widening just so as she gazes down at her hands before looking back to the camera ] we should be prepared. If it happens.
[ A long beat as she takes a slow breath, giving a firm nod before her hands move to work toward shutting the device off, taking several seconds to do so. She really wants more information on the reality of this war occurring, and of perhaps even greater importance, making allies. Friends. After all, you can always get more done when you have people banding together. ]
[ ooc: open to action as well! ]
I... [ longest drawn out pronoun ever. Lips parted, teeth clenching slightly, Moana looks uncertain, clearly uncomfortable. Yet, she has set the device up so she can be seen from the waist up, rows of books around her, a window nearby pouring light in. She's in the same wardrobe she showed up in, opting for the familiarity instead of, well, anything else. The top of her skirt shows, tan and made from a variety of plant materials; red sash around it, matching red top that bares a small part of her stomach, two rows of shells adorning her chest in a horizon, necklace draped down onto it, hair in the same beach waves she's always known.
Sighing, her arms come up, hands out in front of her chest, fingers splayed ]...I reeeeally don't if I'm using this thing right, so, um. Hi. [ hello, awkward smile, complete with a brief pause and wave ] I'm Moana. Of Motunui... [ she trails off on that; no one else has heard of her home yet, but there's hope in her eyes that you, dear listener, have ] Here, with all these... [ she looks over to a bookcase, squinting ] books. [ Libraries aren't what you'd call existent where she's from, much like most of the rooms in the mansion, but the written word isn't foreign to her ] Anyway. I'm...new...ish, and I was -- kind of wanting to talk to...anyone at all, that wants to talk. [ She offers a careful smile. Then, her expression turns a bit more serious. ]
Especially if you could tell me what exactly a war around here would entail, 'cause...I've never been a part of one, and it seems sort of on the...dramatic, side? [ She's hopeful that someone's gonna quash that silly idea! War; what is it good for? ] But...either way, it's pretty serious, too, so... [ she twiddles her thumbs together, lips pursing slightly, eyes widening just so as she gazes down at her hands before looking back to the camera ] we should be prepared. If it happens.
[ A long beat as she takes a slow breath, giving a firm nod before her hands move to work toward shutting the device off, taking several seconds to do so. She really wants more information on the reality of this war occurring, and of perhaps even greater importance, making allies. Friends. After all, you can always get more done when you have people banding together. ]
[ ooc: open to action as well! ]
[video forever]
[He waves, smiling out of the screen at her.]
I don't know much stuff about war. I think we haven't had a war in a long time back home. But I can talk about other stuff!
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Hi Greg! [ a small wave ] Yeeeah, I don't think I've ever heard anyone in my village talk about any actual wars. [ her expression shifts back to a light smile ] But! Other stuff...what was your home like? Mine's a lot different than here.
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[Well, it didn't really, but Greg's not great at details.]