[ en ] tranceway . m . o . d . s. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
vitaelamorte) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
entrancelogs2017-10-26 11:54 pm
vitaelamorte) wrote in entrancelogs2017-10-26 11:54 pm
Entry tags:
- 2064 read only memories: turing,
- attack on titan: jean kirstein,
- dangan ronpa: kiyotaka ishimaru,
- dangan ronpa: kokichi oma,
- dangan ronpa: mondo oowada,
- dangan ronpa: ryoko otonashi,
- dangan ronpa: sayaka maizono,
- dc comics: cissie king-jones,
- dc comics: damian wayne,
- dc comics: jonathan kent,
- dc comics: kon-el,
- dc comics: tim drake,
- dragon age: warden cousland,
- erased: kayo hinazuki,
- erased: satoru fujinuma,
- estancia: kay,
- gravity falls: dipper pines,
- gravity falls: mabel pines,
- izombie: olivia moore,
- legends of tomorrow: rip hunter,
- life is strange: max caulfield,
- lucifer: chloe decker,
- lucifer: lucifer morningstar,
- marble hornets: jay,
- marble hornets: tim,
- marvel: billy kaplan,
- marvel: natasha romanoff,
- marvel: peggy carter,
- marvel: tony stark,
- mass effect: commander shepard,
- mass effect: legion,
- newsflesh: georgia mason,
- newsflesh: shaun mason,
- night in the woods: mae borowski,
- ouat: henry mills,
- outlander: claire fraser,
- over the garden wall: greg,
- over the garden wall: wirt,
- persona 3: arisato minato,
- persona 4: seta souji,
- persona 5: ryuji sakamoto,
- rick and morty: morty smith,
- rick and morty: rick,
- steven universe: lapis lazuli,
- steven universe: peridot,
- supernatural: sam winchester,
- the adventure zone: lucretia,
- the adventure zone: lup,
- the adventure zone: taako tacco,
- the amazing spider-man: peter parker,
- the blacklist: raymond reddington,
- the last of us: ellie,
- the last of us: joel,
- the o.c.: taylor townsend,
- the picture of dorian gray: dorian gray,
- the vampire diaries: caroline forbes,
- the vampire diaries: damon salvatore,
- the vampire diaries: elena gilbert,
- the vampire diaries: klaus mikaelson,
- the walking dead game: clementine,
- the walking dead: michonne,
- undertale: alphys,
- undertale: asgore dreemurr,
- undertale: frisk,
- undertale: mettaton,
- undertale: papyrus,
- undertale: sans,
- undertale: toriel
It may very well be the worst thing that's ever happened to you! | OPEN MINGLE
Who: EVERYONE!
Where: EVERYWHERE!
When: Friday October 27th - Tuesday October 31st
Rating: PG-13, warn if you're gonna go higher!
Summary: A catch all for the Horrible Memory Truth Event!
The Story:
For the duration of this event, everyone's entire room will be replaced with a memory playing on loop. They will likely recognize the moment as soon as they see it – it is a moment they remember as the worst moment of their entire lives. It could be a memory from home or something that happened in Wonderland. Lengths of the memories will vary, but they will find that these are not memories they can merely watch – they can step into these memories and attempt to make changes to them, and the memories will be long enough that they have time to make changes (though no more than 24 hours). However, anyone who tries will find that it is futile. No matter what you do or how hard you try, the outcome is always exactly the same somehow. No changes you make will prevent that horrible outcome. It just happens over and over and over again no matter what you do.
On top of that, perhaps complicating any attempts to make changes, everyone will be forced to be honest for the duration of the event. No lies or half-truths are allowed, and filters will be gone for the entire five days. If something bothers someone then they will blurt it out, regardless of whether or not it hurts someone's feelings, and no one will be able to simply keep quiet when they have something to say. They must be truthful and honest with every word they say.
This is a catch-all log for all of your Worst Memory needs! Please mark your threads clearly in the subject line with your character's name and Room Number + Floor for character rooms, or just location if you're making a top level for a public place in the mansion (like the tea rooms or the kitchen) so people can see if there's already a thread available. And here's the plot post if you need it!
Have fun!
Where: EVERYWHERE!
When: Friday October 27th - Tuesday October 31st
Rating: PG-13, warn if you're gonna go higher!
Summary: A catch all for the Horrible Memory Truth Event!
The Story:
For the duration of this event, everyone's entire room will be replaced with a memory playing on loop. They will likely recognize the moment as soon as they see it – it is a moment they remember as the worst moment of their entire lives. It could be a memory from home or something that happened in Wonderland. Lengths of the memories will vary, but they will find that these are not memories they can merely watch – they can step into these memories and attempt to make changes to them, and the memories will be long enough that they have time to make changes (though no more than 24 hours). However, anyone who tries will find that it is futile. No matter what you do or how hard you try, the outcome is always exactly the same somehow. No changes you make will prevent that horrible outcome. It just happens over and over and over again no matter what you do.
On top of that, perhaps complicating any attempts to make changes, everyone will be forced to be honest for the duration of the event. No lies or half-truths are allowed, and filters will be gone for the entire five days. If something bothers someone then they will blurt it out, regardless of whether or not it hurts someone's feelings, and no one will be able to simply keep quiet when they have something to say. They must be truthful and honest with every word they say.
This is a catch-all log for all of your Worst Memory needs! Please mark your threads clearly in the subject line with your character's name and Room Number + Floor for character rooms, or just location if you're making a top level for a public place in the mansion (like the tea rooms or the kitchen) so people can see if there's already a thread available. And here's the plot post if you need it!
Have fun!
no subject
And then--
Everything grinds down, and it feels like he's being compressed. Like the earth and all the trees have all bent toward him, crushing him inward, the very air feeling like it weighs a thousand pounds. There's that long, awful, dragging sensation, like he's being pulled over rough ground.
It's over in an instant. And he can't--quite remember. He knows a rewind when he feels it, but why? Is Max here? Max is here. Max came to help--something must have happened--something went wrong--
Sans's thoughts sort of fade to static for a moment. He has enough sense to duck behind a tree before he sinks to his knees, hands clapped over his left eyesocket. Pain radiates from his eyesocket and the crack above it, utterly blinding, but he stays completely silent, jaw clenched to keep from making even the smallest sound. Let Tim think he just disappeared. Let Max calm him down. Clearly, whatever happened, Sans wasn't helping at all.
no subject
I wanted to take a walk.
Stargazing.
"Sans said-"
Damn event!
Max shuts her eyes for a brief moment, cursing herself inwardly. She can't tell Tim he was... whatever the hell was happening to him. Finally it dawns on her that she'd seen it happen to him once before, when she was viewing his memories. But he doesn't need to know any of that.
Her eyes flutter back open, staring at him in the dark, as she lets go and backs away slowly. Not like he's dangerous or anything, but just because she's giving him space.
"Sans asked me to come and help you, because you... weren't okay." She reaches into her jacket pockets, digging around for cigarettes. Cold nights and anxiety make a great excuse to smoke. Not that Tim needs one. But no, she doesn't find a pack, because she's basically in her pajamas.
She glances around as she searches, realizing that she hasn't seen Sans at all since the rewind. And she still can't. She turns back to Tim, unable to hide the worry on her face, as she shows him her empty hands. "Uhh... do you have smoke?"
no subject
There's an easy solution here, an easy reason for all the shit swimming in his skull, an answer to the questions he can't quite work into place, but he's far from in the right mental state to figure that out. He can't think right now, not with how badly he's shivering and how much he can barely breathe and that's when it occurs to him that he - he needs his medicine.
His hands plunge into his pocket, numb fingers skittering over the ridged cap. It takes him several tries to get the damn thing open and once he does the dizzying temptation to just toss the whole mess of it all back is a little too much to bear.
He swallows two dry and stumbles back, hooking one hand up against a tree trunk, breathing hard, eyes flicking frantically from side to side in search of something tall and bleached-faced, something that isn't there.
"Where's," he croaks, faint and rasping. "How'd he..."
no subject
He can't hear them that well, anyway. He's several feet away and they're talking quietly enough that it's just a murmur of conversation. He's not eavesdropping. That's good. It's easier to think of absolutes like that right now than to try and parse what must have just happened, why Max must have rewound. At least it doesn't hurt quite as much this time.
Sans just stays quiet and waits for it to pass.
no subject
She glances about in response to Tim's questions. Sans... really isn't there. God, she- she didn't kill him right? Oh god, what if she killed him? Would she even know? What if she killed her friend?
"I don't... I don't know where he is," she says, her voice pitched high in fear.
She doesn't know what to do. Sans might be dead, Tim probably shouldn't be alone right now, and she can feel the anxiety creeping up and clogging her throat.
Breathe!
She sucks in a deep breath. She needs to be calm right now. For everyone else. No one else is calm. Instinctively she reaches out and places a hand on Tim's shoulder to steady him, as she turns to look him in the eye.
The words won't come out- things like everything's okay or you're fine.
"Are you okay, Tim...?"
no subject
So where is he? And how's she even know who he is? Nothing about this is aligning in a way that makes sense to him, and then there's a hand brushing his shoulder.
He flinches back so powerfully he nearly overbalances again with a strangled yelp of shock, reeling. His hands leap up to his face as if to ward her away.
"Don't - "
Where is he. Oh god, where is he. Where is he and where is It, was It ever here and if It was - if It was -
Max. Max knows what It is. She's seen It. She's seen It more times than she should have, but it means she's here for verification. His wild eyes lock onto her with a muted, shuddering gasp, and he hisses out, frantic:
"Is It here?"
no subject
He hears Max, a bit louder now. She's wondering where he is. She sounds scared. Then Tim, sounding just as scared.
So much for hiding, then.
"here."
It comes out much too quiet. He tries again.
"over here." He sticks a hand out from behind the tree and waves. Neither of him probably want to see his face right now.
"it's not here. was just me. sorry."
He closes both eyesockets, keeping his hand over the left one. The bone around the top edge feels weird, a bit rougher than he remembers. He's not gonna think about it right now.
no subject
Just as it begins to dawn on her she hears Sans' voice, and she wheels around staring at where his hand is poking out from behind the tree. Relief floods through her and it's hard to speak for a moment. Her hands come up to cover her mouth, then down cover her pounding heart. "Oh, Sans, you're okay! Oh my god I thought I- You're okay."
Reassured on this front, she turns back to Tim, wiping away the cold sweat forming on her brow. Things are actually improving. So she forces the mild panic in her voice to go away, shifting her tone into something she hopes is comforting. "See, it's just us, not... It. It's not here, I'd know, right? I'd know." There's a persistent urge to look around and actually check, but she fights it. "So... So just... Let's just chill."
no subject
He can hear him, a low rumble of someone drawing close, and he starts drawing back into the woodland once more. If they're both distracted, then he can - he can run, and no one will have to worry. No one will have to bother themselves with whatever the hell is going on and how Max knew he'd be here and how she knew Sans was here and none of this makes any sense, especially because It might still be here. He saw It. Didn't he?
Or did he see something else?
"How'd you know he was here?" Fuck. He sounds like Jay. Fuck.
no subject
"yeah, i'm f..."
God, can't even lie from a distance.
"i'm not dead."
That should suffice.
"i c...i think i called her."
Tim...doesn't know, does he? He doesn't know she can rewind. So all Sans has ended up doing here is exposing her secret to someone else. One more person she'll have no choice but to explain it too, because of course he picked the worst event to ask for a rewind. He hopes to hell he had a good enough reason for it.
He tries to stand again and manages it this time, bracing himself heavily against the tree. His knees are shaking, so he leans back against the tree, finally taking his hand away from his eyesocket. It feels like something's wrong with it, so he pulls up his hoodie. He knows humans can't see too well in the dark, but he'd really rather not deal with any questions until he can check it for himself. None of this is about him, after all. And the hood should help Tim see him as...less of a threat, maybe.
Then he finally steps out from behind the tree, one hand still braced against the trunk. His eyelights are out, so his whole face is obscured in shadow.
"hey. you alright, tim?"
no subject
"He did call me," she says, still staring at Tim. "I think you were having a seizure. And I was the first one he thought of."
She doesn't step closer. Doesn't put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. She just looks and talks, slowly, allowing herself to draw out the moment while she has their attention. Letting things simmer down into a mild conversation on a quiet night. So she has to tell them the truth- that's fine, so long as things turned out well. Right?
"So I came and I rewound. You remember what those are, right?"
She glances back at Sans, surprised at the lack of eyelights, him standing there like the shadow of a tree. That's something they'll have to worry about later.
"And now you're okay. We're... we're all okay?" she asks, stammering now as she glances at Sans again, worried.
no subject
He remembers altogether too well and his stomach writhes like some sort of live snake. He was having some kind of seizure, and - and of course, Sans didn't know what the hell those were, and now that he's swallowed the pills he should have swallowed it's coming together a little more easily, a little more cleanly, than it was prone to during his mad, panicked scramble.
We're all okay?
"No," says Tim, because he can't lie, even now. "I'm not okay. He started chasing me like - like that thing does!"
no subject
And she did rewind. It's nice to have confirmation. And--Tim knows already? That's a bit of a relief, at least. It's nice he didn't force Max's hand this time.
Max is looking at him when she asks if they're all okay.
"i'm--"
Tim cuts him off before Sans can think of a way around the truth. Right. Chasing Tim through the woods, reminding him of his worst nightmare, and he should have known better. But teleporting is just...easier than running. If he'd followed on foot, he would have lost Tim by now. And then--
Right.
"i'm sorry. i didn't...i wasn't thinking. i just didn't want--you to--"
Dammit, no, he's done enough damage already, he can't just say that in front of Max. He has to...there has to be some way around it.
"i--dammit."
Trying to resist makes his skull hurt even more, and he curls his fingers against the bark, other hand covering both eyesockets. He can't help a quiet hiss of pain.
"i didn't want--to--lose you. so--i was teleporting."
There. That's good enough. Hell, it's as close to a pun as he can come during this event.
no subject
"He said sorry," she repeats dully. "I'm sure he didn't mean to spook you. It was an accident..."
She actually tries for a smile and a happy tone. It falls a little flat. "And you're not uh, sick anymore! So... It all ended okay, right? Tim?"
no subject
None of it feels better. He's just dragged Max out here with his bullshit, and he's made Sans push himself to the point of personal exhaustion.
What's even the point of him?
"Can everyone...is everyone just gonna leave me alone now?" He hates that he sounds like he's begging, fuck. "Please?"
no subject
He leans more heavily against the tree.
And Tim is practically begging to be left alone, and god, Sans wants to. He wants to just leave now and go back to his room and sleep, but he can't even do that, because his room is still occupied by some goddamn memory on loop. And he can't just walk away until he's sure Tim isn't planning to go back to the edge of the world the second he's out of anyone's sight.
But Tim sounds so desperate and tired and done with all of this, as done as Sans is if not more.
"i'll...go, if you want. i just made things worse, anyway. just tell me you'll--you won't--" Something, something, something that isn't kill yourself.
"--get...lost."
It's a lame finish, and he knows it. But it's the best he can think of, and every second he doesn't say something truthful is another headache. He uncovers his face finally, blinks hard and brings back his eyelights. The left one looks more like a blur of light than a pinpoint, like a streetlight through a foggy windshield, though of course he can't actually tell. His vision's just a bit hazy is all. The headache from the rewind is starting to fade. It's fine now.
At least he can still think in lies.
"or maybe we should...all just go back to the mansion. i dunno. max is right, it's fine now, so..."
no subject
Hell, she can appreciate Tim wanting to be alone, too. Between this event and all this other stuff even she wants to be back in the cozy solitude of her tent. But again, there's that nagging feeling that she's missing something. And Sans seems like the more concerned one, so she'll play along with him.
Sorry, Tim.
"Yeah," she says, a little too casually. "Yeah, or there's this camp nearby, we could just sleep all this off. Have a quiet tent to yourself at the edge..."
She jabs her thumb in the direction of Ishimaru's campsite.
"It's probably not a good idea to be alone right now. In the woods."
no subject
Fuck.
He snaps his teeth down hard over his tongue, but the damage is done. Now everyone knows. Great. Now everyone can know about what a fucking lunatic he is, about how he can't be trusted to be alone with himself, about how he's this unreliable mess of a person with a death wish ratcheted up to the nth degree. Great. Good!
He shifts across the leaf litter, tearing his gaze away.
"...forget it."
no subject
Then Tim all but admits to what he was planning. Sans sighs.
He's quiet for a bit.
"what, uh. what now?"
He's not sure what to do or say. It's hard enough to think straight.
no subject
Might get lost. Wants to sleep it off. Would rather be alone.
The little bits and pieces of this whole fiasco start to come together into one coherent picture, and at its core is the motive that pulled Tim ever deeper into the forest. Max was slow to get it. Dumb! But maybe not too late to change things, or at least close them in a way that ends with everyone alive.
She turns back to Tim slowly, ignoring Sans for now. The fake calm that she was using earlier dissolves into something aunthentic. It's strange; the stakes are higher, so she shoves aside all the worry and concentrates.
And while a seizure is so alien to her, a friend in need isn't. Someone standing on the edge of a roof. Or walking into a dark forest. Wanting peace.
Tim needs more than a rewind and a few pills, and right here, now, it's just Max and Sans. A trio of screw ups, maybe. But that might mean they can all understand each other.
Max regards Tim without any fake smile or forced cheerfulness. Instead her eyes are soft, and when she speaks it's quiet, almost a whisper. Her tone isn't pleading or pitying, but sincere- just a friend asking for a small favor.
"Tim... Don't. Please."
no subject
Fuck this. Fuck this.
"You see how this spreads," he says, jabbing a finger to his own temple, and he can't shake the chill of realization that it's exactly what Alex said, it's almost exactly how Alex said it as he lay there bleeding out on the concrete. "If anyone says anything, if I say anything, it's gonna start all over again, and I don't want - I don't want Alex to have died for nothing."
Fuck.
Fuck. This.
no subject
Useless, ineffectual, worthless. All he ever really has is words, and nothing he's said so far has done a goddamn thing, has had any weight to it, has made Tim think twice at all. Nothing has helped. And he's so tired, and his head hurts so damn much, and he just can't think of anything to say.
Except one more word.
"please."
no subject
"I know Alex had this whole idea about... getting rid of everyone who knows about It. But he was crazy, Tim. Crazy crazy. And I know you're not like that because you... haven't tried to kill me."
Unlike Alex. It's sad for Max to have to talk about him this way, when they were so close before. But it's the truth. She glances toward Sans, hoping he'll back her up on the whole Tim's not crazy bit.
"In fact, you were nice to me, Tim. Try and treat yourself the same way." She tries to catch his eye, to get him to look at her straight on. "We're in the same boat now."
no subject
"I - I - "
He can't form enough of a sentence to hurl back as an argument. He's not crazy? Of course he's fucking crazy. That's all he's ever been. Lunatic, locked up in the hospital so he doesn't hurt himself and everyone else!
A faint sound works out from his throat, from between gritted teeth, and Tim sinks into a half-crouch with his hands mantled over his face.
He's going to start crying again. Again.
"I don't want to," he mumbles into his hands. "I don't want to go back and think of everyone staring at me."
no subject
"alex had problems. i never knew all...all this stuff, about why he was like that. didn't even know you were from the same world till a...a little while ago. but think about how...when he didn't trust something, he took it out on everyone. you're taking it out on...on yourself."
Tim isn't a bad person. Tim doesn't have LV, as far as Sans can tell, and he does know that the rules work differently for people from other worlds. But Alex had the closest thing to LV. He was the sort of person who would try to kill a kid just for acting a bit spooky.
"we don't think you're crazy. or bad. or any of that."
It's honestly hard to talk at this point. Everything's starting to feel sluggish, like his mind is wading through mud.
"you don't hafta...go anywhere, tim. we're not gonna m...make you. we can just..."
He slides down the tree, and in the darkness it hopefully looks more like he just decided to sit down to be at Tim's level and less like his legs just gave out.
"we can just sit here for awhile."
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)