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Cosplay Gone Wrong

I haven't started arguing. I made a single complaint and I didn't ask anyone to change or delete their posts.

As for explaining the term, suspension of disbelief is a writing tool that writers must give respect to. It is a state of being in your audience that you strive to maintain. You want your audience to think that your story is plausible. The moment your audience has to pause and think if something is or isn't possible you've lost their suspension of disbelief. Ie. They disbelieve. If they disbelieve, the magic is lost.

A good example is a writer who has written a true life story set in the 1960's. In this story the protagonist pulls out a tube of Vaseline. Now, this would seem perfectly normal in terms of today but... those of us who know, those to who you are probably trying to touch with your storyline, would know that Vaseline did not come in a tube back in the 1960's and thus he disbelieves and the entire effect of the story is ruined. If that fact is not true then the entire story cannot be true.

Suspension of disbelief in science fiction and fantasy involves the storyline being true to the principles dictated throughout the series. In "Star Trek", for example, one cannot teleport through a ship's energy shields. When the writers conveniently forget this it sticks out and ruins the illusion that the series has crafted over a great many episodes. Could you imagine what it would be like if you caught two of the zombies from "The Walking Dead" casually chatting about the person they just finished eating in clean perfect English? You'd be totally floored, confused and have lost your emergence in the storyline.

In this case. I can't believe these are police officers because police officers do not wander the fifteen floor of hotels... not unless there is something special about them. This means there has to be something special about them. They could possibly be cosplayers but then who cosplays as police officer? They could be alien shape shifters, faeries under seeming, demons in disguise or anything else but that still doesn't explain why they're watching the protagonists. -and now, all these messed up questions have confused me to the point I disbelieve. They simply are not possible.

Cosplay Gone Wrong

Suspension of Disbelief. It's a writer's tool. It's the main reason why aliens didn't atomize Joffrey in Game of Thrones :)

Cosplay Gone Wrong

Of course, Minority Report style clairsentient police aside, now you have two police officers that can identify everyone. That leaves only three choices, you have to either kill them, take them with you or tie them up and leave them. Even tied up they'll probably be discovered mere hours afterwards up and that's assuming they don't wiggle out of their makeshift gags and scream for help.

Cosplay Gone Wrong

First, shouldn't massive plot changes be the province of Gummies who is our resident Games Mistress?

Secondly... Uhm... so these beat cops, their patrol takes them to the nth floor of a hotel building where they just happened to overhear through two inches of wood? Officers do not patrol the upper floors of buildings, not unless there's a VIP worth protecting or the President's limousine is moving through the neighbourhood. Not only would these officers not be there, they'd promptly be sued and lose their badges for busting into a hotel room without probable cause.

Unless these were cosplayers dressed up as police... but seriously who does that?

Naruto (Rouge Ninja)

Rouge ninja? Ie. Ninja whores? As in ninja that wear lots of cosmetics?

Cosplay Gone Wrong

Sarah did not reply. She did not awaken. The gentle shaking did little. The upside down girl merely wobbled slightly at the gentle jostling. Her head hanging backwards over the edge of the seat lolled listlessly but all that resulted was her black painted lips parting slightly to reveal pristine white teeth. Her kohl dusted eyelids remained closed, long mascaraed lashes still flush against her cheekbones. Her naked foot, protruding up past the headrest of the sofa, silver dusted, black toenails pointing at the ceiling, rocking gently, her real metal anklets jangled like they had the night before when she'd belly danced, role playing the character she'd become.

Gwendolyn's only reply to her whispered request was a limp hand covered in rings and bracelets sliding from the sofa seat, falling to the carpeted floor next to Gwen's knee.

Cosplay Gone Wrong

*watches tumbleweeds roll through the empty thread*

Cosplay Gone Wrong

To many in the room, Sarah was out of their line of vision, the couch on which she resided turned away from them. The faux leather couch was arranged so those within could stare out past the balcony to the sunset beyond. From this angle only a portion of her leg could be seen sticking up over the headrest of the couch, a small dainty naked foot perched atop the ankle, toes pointed towards the ceiling. It was the dull mottled grey of one who had lain in the morgue a while Her toes were decorated with a number of gold, silver and platinum rings that gleamed brightly against the muted colour of her flesh and nail polish of a deep matte black dusted with silver like stars in the darkest night sky.

It was only when one walked around to the other side of the couch that one could see the rest of her, now a breathtakingly beautiful elf, only with that ornate and completely changed dagger lodged in her skull.

Cosplay Gone Wrong

There's your excuse. Blue just gave you such a directed post you might as well answer it :)

Cosplay Gone Wrong

Sarah lay where she had fallen asleep. It was an awkward position, she had been sitting on the rear of he sofa, watching the others play games and then slid down backwards into the seat to look up at the faces of those she was talking to. She liked seeing people's faces while talking with them, something that modern conveniences like video game consoles and cellular phones was growing more difficult.

She was still, unmoving. Her head hung upside down over the edge of the seat, golden tresses spilling upon the carpeted floor, one of her lower legs propped up, rising over the headrest. She looked different, her features more angular, her eyelashes longer, chin more tapered, even her height had seemingly been reduced. The prosthetic ears, simple putty points now were unbroken pieces of perfectly shaped flesh. Her eyes were closed, the kohl painted eyelids were dusted with silver. Her bikini had seemingly grown, was now a suede bustier and somehow during the night one breast had accidentally slipped free of it's cup. Her translucent silken sleeves and pants, formerly a cheap polyester were now true silk. Gold and silver coloured plastic jewelry now gleamed legitimately. Most disturbingly of all, the grey body paint had seemingly been sucked into her skin and the crimson rune covered dagger lodged in her head no longer looked plastic. It sat in her forehead still, eerily bereft of blood as if the dagger itself had drunk it all down. The crossguard was now elaborately carved, a pair of skeletal arms reaching towards the blade's tip, a skull sitting at the center of the guard looking as if it eagerly awaited blood flowing down the fuller towards it's fanged maw.

She did not awaken.