entrancelogs | "if only i could have a puppy"

Who: Jojen and Derek and you
Where: Around the mansion grounds.
When: June 27th - 30th (July 1st closed to roommates)
Rating: Family friendly (until the 1st, in which cw for Jojen having a greendream seizure)
Summary: Puppies invade Wonderland, and Jojen and Derek react in their own ways throughout the event.
The Story:

JOJEN - most likely to be found in the gardens, by the greenhouse, in the entrance hall

[ Should anyone come upon Jojen throughout this entire debacle of fluffy fun, they'll find that he's looking a little less sickly than he typically has since arriving in Wonderland. It's partially because of his greensight being taken from him, and, honestly? He would be sulking a little more about it if he didn't, first of all, foresee this shortly before it happened and, secondly, if Wonderland wasn't literally filled to the brim with dogs. Even he has to admit that they are endearing, and he has enjoyed their company a great deal since he came across the first one.

As it is, he can be seen throughout the couple of days traversing across the grounds with a small pack of dogs at his heels, following him about. It's good to get out and stretch his legs instead of just keep to himself away from everyone, his second bout of greywater fever slowly killing him all over again.

With his illness gone, or at least lessened, the crannogman is actually looking to explore this place and learn more about the residents than just what his sight tells him. ]

DEREK - most likely to be found on the ninth floor, in the ball room, anywhere on the grounds between the mansion and the forest

[ The past couple of months have actually been relatively calm for Derek, to be perfectly honest. This bothers him a little, because he's so use to his life being made up of chaos, but at the same time he can't really complain too much about it. In fact, he absolutely will not complain about it. While he's more than a little leery, and always will be when it comes to the things Wonderland churns out-- kind of hard not to be, after November and December-- he'll accept that, sometimes, things are just relatively peaceful.

This is one of the stranger events, in his mind. He's human, which is always irritating but something he's becoming used to over time, but there's... not actually anything awful going on, like there usually would be to reflect his humanity.

Instead, there are puppies literally everywhere in their slightly washed out world. The lack of colors just makes him shake his head, but he's more than happy to occupy himself with the puppies. He might be, ironically, more of a cat person, but that doesn't change the fact that he's found himself with a collection of small dogs. They aren't scared of him, either because he's human or because it's Wonderland, so he's going to take advantage of it.

It's sort of hilarious to pair someone that looks like Derek with a bunch of yippy, happy animals anyways. ]

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[ everything was fine on monday morning. when bran awoke from a peaceful, dreamless slumber, he found that the odd lack of color had ceased, and the two dogs he and jojen had chosen--spring, and jojen's large dog, whom he had yet to name--slept on on the pile of blankets they had made the night before. but, it took not two minutes of lying there when something began to go wrong.

startled into full consciousness by a twitch and a faint noise, bran sits up as quick as possible and spots jojen, furs halfheartedly twisted and thrown across his form, his body convulsing and seizing. for a moment, all bran can do is stare at him with horrified, wide eyes, and he tries to remember what meera did (wishes she was here) for the younger reed when he'd done the very same in the forest on their way to the north. jojen was having a vision, a truly powerful one, and bran pushes himself out of the bed using the pulleys they'd made for him to sit up, using his momentum to hurry to jojen.

small hands grab onto his side and he tries to push him over, but it becomes mostly in vain, and he looks around for something, anything--hadn't meera put something between his teeth? struck by utter confusion and terror, a mix of worry and fear and--a faint excitement for his vision, whatever it may be--bran tries to soothe him any way he knows how, and pulls his head towards him, feeling even more useless than usual and trying to wait out the oncoming storm. ]

[ It doesn't take long for his mind to slip away, come the morning. At first, it's still an easy sleep, but something overtakes him. A familiar feeling, it starts in a flash of red, whirling in his vision until it becomes something, a person-- a woman, crowned as queen, more fierce than any other he has known in his sight before. Anger is the fuel, but that isn't all there is to it. The queen has power, the power to make a thing real, and the power to unmake it. She walks amidst a hall of mirrors, her reflection taking the same sure steps that she does, vibrant red everywhere until it gives way to a battlefield. It's so seamless that Jojen simply watches, stands amidst it all with a keen eye.

Perhaps that is why he realizes that he's seeing double, as if the mirrors have become a part of the queen, memories overlapping. It all seems much like an echo, but there are differences: there are no words spoken, save for what is spoken by a different queen, younger, colored like the sky-- blue and white and gold, bright gold-- and naught but I really was an awful queen as she is decrowned. There is no echo to her, a singular sight in his eyes. But the red queen moves on, and he sees where she is going in both memories.

The Jabberwock.

It is wild in one echo, as if it has lost all mind. It makes it so the seer cannot see it cearly, but the images all continue to overlap. A ruined mansion, a wasteland brought on by the world failing, death and fighting. Blood, destruction, hunger, unlike one he has ever known.

And it all ends in a flash of black, a snicker, a snack, and oil upon the ground and the blade that the queen carries, great corpse falling to the earth. But as the dust settles, as the corpse begins to decay and mar the earth, it is white that catches his attention. The great sword glistens and then is gone, as a third woman disappears into the ether, as if a ghost. Soft squealing follows her, and then is gone just as she is, the world so quiet in Jojen's ears that it becomes deafening.

Jojen Reed has never been unnerved in any of his greendreams, whether he's seen them through his own eyes or another's. He's seen his death as if above it all, watched his sister end his suffering before she must run to ensure Bran's safety. He's felt the burn of fire on his flesh and endured it when he awoke, breathless and disoriented, body weak and held close by Meera. He's drowned in the wash of sea water across the keep of Winterfell, salt and smoke and iron on his tongue. Jojen is accustomed to his role as a greenseer, to the idea of dying in his dreams.

But that silence is broken by the clatter of claws, the audible sharpness of teeth, and eyes that look as if aflame. Great gnarled fingers curl and flex, and that mouth looks as if a trap.

Above all else, what causes his heart to seize in his chest is the fact that it looks at him as if predator assessing prey, an intelligent beast that yet only knows hunger, the need to feed, and thinks of him as its prey. It is aware that he is there, and it watches him as he watches it, coming closer in the stillness. It knows. It knows. It knows. Snicker snack go its claws, its teeth, as if making a mockery of the thing that has killed it so oft in the past. Snicker snack, snicker snack, snicker

SNACK
Jojen jerks awake, as if his body decides to throw one last great effort into his convulsions, and he gasps out for air like a man drowning. There is sweat on his brow, color in his vision, and a warmth under his head that was not there before. Everything tries to orient itself, but his heart rushes in his chest like a jackrabbit and one hand reaches up, fingers fisting in Bran's sleeve. ]

Edited 2014-07-03 01:51 (UTC)

[ bran is distraught as ever while jojen seizes, but he does his best to try and stay with him (be strong like meera, he tells himself, as strong as iron but as soft as silk) and he startles when, at least, the seer calms and grabs onto bran's sleeves. he'd been moving to try and help him, startling when he convulses again, and bran's huge blue eyes search his face as he frantically reaches down to try and wipe his mouth.

he has about a thousand questions, but he knows not even where to begin with them, and the young stark ends up clasping jojen's hand with both of his, as if he could reassure him with it. ] Jojen! It's alright, I'm here.

[ though he doesn't know what else to say, really, and he's burning with curiosity, so he can't help his questions, even though he's just returned--bran tries to at least calm his own heart rate and rub his hand with his thumb, as he'd seen meera do a hundred times, and as his mother had done to his. ] What did you see?

[ It's a slow process, to reorient himself, and it's strange in comparison to how he normally wakes. While some visions exhaust him, leave him reeling, this one has actually lingered with him in a way that he can't say he's particularly accustomed to. Never has he felt afraid when he wakes up, even when they had been at the wildling keep and they had been under threat of death.

Bran's touch is reassuring, more than perhaps he realizes, as it grounds him in the waking world that he had left so suddenly. Blinking up at him, mossy green eyes dark and dazed but slowly clearing, he breathes out shakily and adjusts his grip so that he holds fast to the younger boy's hands. ]

The past-- much of the past. [ When he first started having greendreams, it was hard to differentiate. But now he knows, can tell that what he saw was not a future-- though there was an implication of some future, a figment of what could be mixed in amidst all the layers. ] And the beast.

"if only i could have a puppy"

thread number two begins

Take the fruit of my efforts.

Coolest thing ever.

too much effort.