Permissions Waiver

[what_fourth_wall]

I, the hereby undersigned blah blah blah, do hereby waive any and all rights to my fourth wall information. I understand that by doing so, I allow Wade Wilson, AKA Deadpool, henceforth known as MY DADDY for all intents and purposes when asked "Who's your daddy?", to:

A) Know things anyone confined to within the fourth wall shouldn't, including (but not limited to) intimate information such as my shoe size, my favorite color, relationships I've had with other celebs, any memes involving me on the Internets, etc, etc

B) Know things about my fandom, even though I may not realize I'm from a fandom, including (but not limited to) the author/creator of my fandom, information about my Played-By (PB) that I use for my icon and/or that is the actor that portrays me IRL LOL YA RLY, the fact that my fandom exists, the fact that the author of my fandom is a huge troll that takes five years to put out a book and torments his fans endlessly (here's looking at YOU, Game of Thrones geeks!), the fact that I'm from a book or a cartoon or whatever, etc etc.

and

C) Know things he shouldn't know in general not covered by the above.

I further understand that MY DADDY will utilize this information to mock me mercilessly in ways that I simply will not understand under most circumstances unless it's in an OOC forum where I can respond in kind. I also understand that under most circumstances, MY DADDY will not have access to RP plot-specific information about my character unless given explicit permission to have read those posts as MY DADDY in addition to as the writer of MY DADDY. I agree that RP information is considered sacred under the laws of the little known RP section of the Geneva Conventions, but pop culture information is most certainly not.

I also understand that I can agree to just one or two of the above conditions by specifying which ones I'm okay with and which ones I'm not in my signature/comment below. MY DADDY will not hold my partial agreement against me too much.

Signature:_______________________ Date:___________

Comments

[what_fourth_wall]

Of course I will! It clearly says Vic-tor-i-a Gang-sta Po-ny Lynn!

[morituri_reverie]

And nowhere in there was there a "Wilson".

[what_fourth_wall]

That's cause we're being all progressive and stuff.

[morituri_reverie]

You? Progressive?

[what_fourth_wall]

HOPE AND CHANGE!!!

I'm still working on getting some Obama colors for my portrait here.

[morituri_reverie]

I won't lie. That would be cool.

Still not sure you're up to the mustache ride though. It takes a special breed.

[what_fourth_wall]

I AM THE SPECIALIST OF BREEDS!

[morituri_reverie]

Says who?

[what_fourth_wall]

The people who put me on the short bus in the morning.

[morituri_reverie]

AHAHAHAHA! That is about right.

Now get out of here before all these innuendos get you in trouble.

[what_fourth_wall]

[Flails] You're the one that got your threads mixed up and brought the moustache stuff into this thread!! You're in my house, G-Pone!

[morituri_reverie]

*There's a moment of 'Oh snap he's right' before...* My house now!

[what_fourth_wall]

WHAT?!? You can't just move in with me!!! That would be thirty kinds of awkward!!!!

[morituri_reverie]

Done. Deal with it. *Plops down on the couch.* So what's for dinner?

[what_fourth_wall]

...Ah...all I have in the freezer are dozens and dozens of frozen chimichangas?

I'm not sure if I just adopted you or we just became roomies. O.o

[morituri_reverie]

I like chimichangas!

Maybe you are my pet?

[what_fourth_wall]

Then fire up the oven!

You can't just move into my place and call me your pet!!! We are both Mr. T's pets! And he would not take kindly to you taking one of his pets. [outside, a zombie T-Rex roars and glares in the window at her with a zombie eye]

[morituri_reverie]

I do what I wan-- ahh! Holy shit! What the fuck is that? *She asks now hiding behind him*

[what_fourth_wall]

It's my pet zombie T-Rex, Mr. T. Or I'm his pet. One or the other. He's pretty nice if you can get past the fact that he's a zombie.

[morituri_reverie]

Okay, badass points through the fucking roof but WHY would you want a fucking zombie T-Rex?! That sounds like a TERRIBLE idea.

[what_fourth_wall]

Because he's adorable!! Aren't you adorable, yes you are!!! [baby talking the zombie T-Rex]

Long story short, he helped me fight vampire armies in L.A. a while back, because my HR assistant at the time was a time traveler and I requested him, and then I just kept him around because why not? My wife and I rode around in his ribcage together. And now Nore and I have ridden around his ribcage together too! But I think he likes Nore more than me. [grumbles] She's an animal charmer. Even when they're dead!

[morituri_reverie]

Aren't you afraid he might eat you? Or infect you?

[what_fourth_wall]

Ehhh not really. My healing factor doesn't usually allow me to become a zombie, unless it's part of a Marvel Zombies storyline. Then all bets are off, cause they're just having fun. And he would have to bite anyone else to infect them, and his bite kind of ruins them for being zombies!!

See? All safe.

[morituri_reverie]

Oh. Yeah. Totes.

[what_fourth_wall]

[Just to fuck with her, Mr T leans down, his mouth in front of the window, and ROARS at her]

See? He likes you!