#musesfromthefifthdimension

[fifthdimensicn-moved]

musesfromthefifthdimension - an rp blog for various characters from the original run of The Twilight Zone and other obscure or archaic fandoms, such as M*A*S*H, Godzilla, and more. oc & crossover friendly.

written by marker.

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[houseflyy]

@musesfromthefifthdimension asked: "I how you don't mind me saying, but you really should eat more for breakfast. Mother always says that breakfast is the most important meal of the day." (-Charley for Mel? Whether she's at the museum or at the apartment in his bedroom is up to you)

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Melody looked to the meal in her claws—a single stale crumb of… something, presumably brought in on someone’s clothes. It didn’t look like much of a meal, really, now that he pointed it out.

“Yeah… Yeah! I should eat more! Mother is right: It is important,” she spoke up and nodded in agreement, then sighed and slumped there atop the roof of the dollhouse, fiddling with her pitiful breakfast.

“Oh, but there’s so little to eat in this place. There are doors to the… the—” she had to pronounce the word she’d overheard slowly— “cafeteria. Where humans go to eat. But every time I go to look at it, it’s never open. I don’t know if I should stay here…”

[aerospectrum]

starter for @musesfromthefifthdimension

Jamie paced the room for a quiet moment; rolling the discomfort of uncertainty around in his thoughts as he did. "But I don't understand, I don't know why you're here-- or why you picked me to come speak with." He exhaled a quick sigh and finally took a seat beside the man. "I don't exactly have a lot to offer these days."

[wildlcck]

GABRIEL (@musesfromthefifthdimension):

"Now, Sadie," Gabe said, a gentle firmness in his expression as he patted her shoulder, "You're a good woman, good head on your shoulders. You've resolve, passion, and a drive to protect others. In this world of ours, you've got to make sure nothing lets you lose sight of that. Not even grief."

Who is this stranger, and how does he know her name, and so much about her?

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❛ how... now, wait a damn second. did some fool put you up to this?! ❜ now, normally, she'd shrug something like this off with a word or a threat or two and be on her way. after all, she runs into all manner of folks talking all kinds of nonsense most every day. but, there's something about this fella and what he has to say that's got her speechless. speechless and curious. 'cause he seems to know all about her... to know her. ❛ i ain't in the mood. tell me your goddamn name- an' how in the hell you know mine. how d' you know me, huh? ❜

[twilightterror]

@musesfromthefifthdimension: Charley sent: ❛   it’s a great advantage not to drink among hard drinking people.  ❜

❝Mmm...❞ The starlet hummed, mulling the statement over. ❝I think you're right about that, but that is simply one advantage I do not have. You see, when I'm around drunks I feel compelled to drink more. Can't stand them otherwise.❞

She gave a slight shrug as if to offer an apology for her mindset on that matter, a placid smile on her face. ❝I'm sure I'll be kicking myself for that as the years go on.❞

For once, Carolyn was actually enjoying conversation with a stranger. No being mobbed for autographs or having to listen to someone list every film of hers they'd seen. Just normal conversation. ❝My name is Carolyn, by the way.❞ She said, holding out her hand with a smile. ❝And you are?❞

[young-botanical-genius]

The Observer finally showed himself to Seymour at a time he feels the consequences of his actions have well and truly been paid in full— after the Audrey Twos have all but taken over the world, forcing Mr. Krellborn and so many others into hiding, lest they should be devoured. It was like television static; first thin air, then suddenly a man standing in the corner, like the tuning of an old Cathode Ray-Tube television. He held a cigarette in his black-and-white fingers, and on his left hand, which peeked out from his dark suit-and-tie attire.

"Mr. Seymour Krellborn," he said, the baritone of his voice sounding like it was coming through an old microphone rather than the way it should have, "you never expected all this would result from your purchase and indulgence of a strange and interesting plant, did you? With the coming of the solar eclipse and the darkening of the world, Audrey Two was able to come to that sales counter from the very depths of... The Twilight Zone."

(— The Observer @musesfromthefifthdimension )

It had all happened so fast; faster than Seymour had ever imagined it could. One day he had been nourishing a tiny, strange plant with his own blood, and the next, said plant had grown into a massive, ravenous monster that had managed to spread its equally murderous spawn over the what seemed to be the entire country— perhaps even the entire world.

When he had first realized the truth of Audrey II's origin and nefarious intentions, he had run off; gone into hiding— like a coward— in the hopes that everything would soon blow over; that someone much more capable would eventually be able to take care of the situation without him. But alas, things had spiraled out of control much, much too quickly for anyone to comprehend what was going on until it was far too late. And now, the city, the country,— the whole of society, had been thrust into chaos.

Too many people had given in to their own greed, their own selfish desires; played with metaphorical fire just as he had in the form of mass-produced man-eating plants, and now, the entire human race was paying the price.

Even so, it was still he who had caused this mess, and although he was guilty and ashamed and endlessly terrified of all that was going on, he had resolved to be the one who fixed it, no matter what the cost.

He had been curled up and really only half-asleep in the corner of a now-abandoned office building, makeshift weapons kept well within grabbing range just in case a hungry vine happened to plunge itself through the wall in search of a fresh meal, when he heard the static-tinged voice speaking his name.

The sound caused him to jerk to full alertness, blinking at the surprisingly well-dressed man that now stood before him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end at the sight of the stranger, as if a subconscious part of him knew that the man was not quite of this world...even if only a sleep-deprived hallucination of some kind.

Perhaps it was for this reason that Seymour didn't view him as an immediate threat. Nevertheless, he spoke in a slow, cautious tone, with a voice that was slightly hoarse from lack of recent use.

"...Who...who are you...? ...How do you know all of that?"

[houseflyy]

Anonymous asked: ❛  maybe if i close my eyes i can convince myself that this is only just a dream.  ❜ ( @musesfromthefifthdimension , Dr. Ser.iza.wa )

🐝  *  ―  𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑺 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

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“A dream?” Melody tilted her head. “I’m right here with you, aren’t I? We can’t be both having the same dream,” she added, and she twirled in the air before him with a little laugh. “Or—I don’t think we can.”

Then her laughter subsided, and she paused and considered. Surely, this human knew more than she, but she remembered waking up this morning quite well. So, what was true?

“Well… maybe you should try,” she said. “And I’ll close my eyes, too, so we know for certain. I’m ready when you are?”

[houseflyy]

Anonymous asked: “If that rain doesn’t stop, we’re all gonna go floatin’ down the river.” (-Noda @musesfromthefifthdimension ?)

Rock-A-Doodle (1991) Sentence Starters

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What a frightening image! Melody whimpered. For her, merely a light rainfall could mean danger if she were reckless enough; rain so bad that it disrupted even big, hardy humans terrified her.

She had hidden beneath Noda’s coat collar as shelter, hoping to remain peaceful and quiet and wholly unnoticed there. But his remark stuck in her mind, and she blurted out her fretful thoughts.

“Will it fall so long that I’ll have to hide every single day? Will it fall so much that the ground will sink, and we’ll all have to live on the river forever and never eat fruits or see flowers or feel the sun again?”