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[ en ] tranceway . m . o . d . s. ([personal profile] vitaelamorte) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2018-12-11 09:21 pm

Here we are as in olden days, happy golden days of yore | OPEN

Who: E V E R Y O N E (Including our 4th wall guests!)
Where: Everywhere, one both Mirror and Real Side!
When: December 12th - December 18th (WEEK ONE)
Rating: PG-13, warn if going higher
Summary: This year's Ewaymas celebration rolls out the way it usually does, with intense decorating, a sudden snowfall and...far more arrivals than usual! New faces and old fill the mansion - but why would Wonderland bring so many people at once? And why do some of them remember Wonderland?
The Story:


On the evening before December 12th, the captives of Wonderland might be awoken by a loud commotion. Some of it is typical Ewaymas noise, likely familiar to anyone who has been in Wonderland for more than a year – construction sounds and jingle bells as Wonderland decks its own halls quite literally. Garland and lights race down the walls and down the stairs, and stockings appear on the walls for each and every person in Wonderland, embroidered with their names. There are decorative candles everywhere, and all sorts of decorations for every conceivable winter holiday, even if it does not align perfectly to the dates of Ewaymas. Time isn't real, so there will be menorahs and dreidels and Star of Davids even though Hanukkah ended two days prior. And of course, in the front hall, growing straight out of the floor, is a large decorated tree full of ornaments for everyone. And as always, it will have snowed heavily overnight, bringing all of the snow Wonderland will have between now and spring.

There is a second source of commotion in the night though – the sound of a crowd.

Over the course of the night, dozens of new arrivals will appear in Wonderland. Some for the first time. Some wondering how they managed to return with their memories. Others stumbling in with no recollection of ever having been here. Some might be friends from other timelines, other possibilities, and some might even be doubles of people who are already in Wonderland. It's strange for Wonderland to drag so many people into the mansion at once, but everything seems to indicate that they are supposed to be there. They have their own network devices and even have their own stockings on the wall and their own ornaments on the tree – by all accounts, it seems Wonderland expects that they'll be staying, and is treating them like any other new arrivals. Please, make them feel at home and help them settle in nicely.

The first few days will be for catching up with old friends and enjoying the decorations and settling into Wonderland. However, within a couple of days the decorations will start to glitch, much the way corrupted computer graphics might. Lights might change abruptly from multi-color to blue or white, entire décor styles will abruptly change, candle flames will flicker on and off like broken fluorescent lights, and any singing decorations might loop on a beat or two over and over putting you into an eternal hell. Wonderland doesn't seem to be able to stick to one motif, and it can't stop changing. These glitches are occurring on both the Real Side of Wonderland and the Mirror Side.

By the 15th, these glitches will include entire rooms changing into different holiday scenes. These scenes will all be of characters at various winter holidays in the past, the present (in their world), or a possible future. At this point in the event, characters will still be able to navigate the basic mansion and be able to exit these moments easily. These scenes cannot be interacted with – Wonderland seems to consider them another form of decorating. Unlike previous events of this type, these scenes will not loop at first. They will play once, and then Wonderland will glitch and correct itself to be the room it is supposed to be. The scene might play again, but it will be in a different location if it does.

By this point, Wonderland is having an increasingly difficult time holding itself together in a way that makes geographical sense. You might exit one room, even a room that was not previously playing a scene, and find yourself in the kitchen or on the roof instead of in the hallway. You might open a door that you were sure led to your room only to see a ten foot drop to the grounds outside.

This is the mingle log for WEEK ONE! For more information on this part of the event or any questions, please head over to the plot post, or check out our Fourth Wall Master Post for your other Fourth Wall event needs! Prose or [action brackets] are welcome. Please clearly indicate whether your character is on the Real Side or Mirror Side in your top levels. And of course, have fun! ♥
burntvideocassette: (sarcastic)

[personal profile] burntvideocassette 2018-12-27 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Jay just...sighs. That's just his life in a nutshell, isn't it? As soon as he gets anywhere close to a straightforward explanation for literally anything, the universe moves the goalposts. Multiverse.]

I've watched...I guess I've watched a couple shows with...parallel dimensions, alternate universes, that kind of stuff. Maybe it all works something like that.

[He rolls his eyes.]

Probably not, though.

[He pauses a little too long, before shrugging. His delivery's still deadpan, almost unconvinced.]

Still. Glad to be here.
krmvgivv: (that i say i believe)

[personal profile] krmvgivv 2018-12-27 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Dipper blinks.] Is that your world's version of Bear Witch? Because I don't think yours can be half as scary as ours is if the witch isn't a bear.
testcase: (all you had you wasted)

[personal profile] testcase 2018-12-27 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
You're right.

[She frowns, giving it some serious thought. What he said is important and while she could easily trivialize it, she won't. That feels wrong.]

I haven't done it yet, so it's true, it doesn't apply to me yet. And it's early enough that...well, I can't entirely call it off, it's kind of hard to undo some things, but I could do something else. I'm pretty smart, I could totally find a way to fix things and not have things build and build and build until I decide the best thing is to lock up the remaining people I care about and force them to kill each other while acting as Monokuma.

[It's all so despairingly easy. And she knows that. She'd probably go to prison or...no, honestly, given HPA maybe just be expelled for murdering several students and brainwashing a class, but she could still do it! And there's some genuine indecisiveness here because she hasn't done it yet. She's not locked into doing it. Yasuke isn't even dead yet, so she definitely could change her plans and not send everything spiraling into a further tragedy.]

And I don't even care about things like messing up the space-time continuum or anything like that. Like if I do it, do you cease to exist? Does Mikan's class never go to that island? Does that other kid's backstory start making sense?

[Because she still has no idea how Kokichi Ouma fits into things.]

Stuff like that doesn't matter to me because either way I've altered the course of history, y'know? It's like being the butterfly the effect's named after. ...but....

[And here's the hard part, and it's one she's hesitant to admit at this stage in the game because there's no one she can really talk to. Not really. Her sister's browbeaten into going along with whatever and she can't tell Yasuke, so she's definitely despairing over telling Ishimaru, of all people, this.But it needs to be said.]

But I don't know if I want to.
krmvgivv: (i thought the wood)

[personal profile] krmvgivv 2018-12-27 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
A lot. You've missed a lot. It's been like years.
burntvideocassette: (coughing)

cw: EYE TRAUMA

[personal profile] burntvideocassette 2018-12-27 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Jay hears the wet thud above his gut more than he feels it, and suddenly he's gasping for air, even as Alex Kralie chokes above him.]

[He remembers this. He remembers water pooling in his lungs, he remembers clawing for a handhold, for the shore, for anything until the world falls away from him with a stutter, leaving him wheezing with his face mashed into the cold, wet leaves.]

[There's pressure across his cheek, the hot sting of nails digging into the skin, peeling it away, and then it's running over the dark, hollow place under his eye, and then it]

[it presses down, claws into the whites of his eye, and the flesh gives way like a ripe peach. Heat wells up under his eyelid, runs down the edge of his cheek.]

[Jay Merrick lets go. Jay Merrick screws his eyelids shut, pulls away from the pain as best he can, still flat on his back, splayed across the steps of the movie theater.]

[Jay Merrick reaches for the camera, shoulder strap hanging loosely across his arm. He grips it, fingers sliding into a familiar unfamiliar place, the way they've always never done the only years of his life that mattered.]

[1D20 => 19]

[And Jay Merrick slams the camera full-force into the side of Alex Kralie's head.]
rosswood: (help me autotune jesus)

cw: more of the same

[personal profile] rosswood 2018-12-27 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[This is easy. It's easy because he can just - rip at his eyes, at his face, tear away the stupid, solemn pleading way that he looked at him, holding a camera, zooming in like that would have any effect on an outcome. Just a speculator. A documentor. An observer.]

[Someone who dug up every skeleton in every closet, just because he could.]

[He feels his fingers pierce something soft and delicate. Tries to dig in, savagely, further, until he's abruptly interrupted - by the blunt traumatic force of something being driven against the side of his head.]

[Something shatters. The camera or his glasses, he can't say. Shards of glass drive into his face, slicing at his cheeks and his eyes, and he can't help the strangled cry that knocks him off his feet. It's too soon. It's too soon after he just died and he can't do this again except that he can because that's what he's always done - ]

[Unbalanced, he tries pawing the debris from his eyes.]
midnightish: (07)

[personal profile] midnightish 2018-12-27 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
It's a classic, but it's one of those where you read it and you instantly get why. Unless you're somebody in English class that just refuses to engage with it at all, then you don't.

[There's definitely a few of those in Greendale.]

You can take it if you want. I've read it before. Just figured since I'm stuck here and it's a Christmas party, I should make with the Christmas stuff. Was going to look for Christmas movies next. I think I saw a bunch of them in here earlier.
mourning_ghost: (Default)

[personal profile] mourning_ghost 2018-12-27 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
What sort of favor?

[There are limits to what Nageki will willingly give for this. He can't just blindly agree to the favor.]
burntvideocassette: (Default)

cw: more of that, and cw: emetophobia

[personal profile] burntvideocassette 2018-12-27 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Jay flinches back, reaching for the handrail. His vision is lopsided, one eyelid screwed shut from the agony, wet, thick something gumming it closed. The other is squinted open, barely, and he can't tell if his vision's blurring from the way the eye's watering, desperately trying to clear out whatever's stuck under the lid, or from something else.]

[The shape that used to be Alex Kralie pulls back with a sound that's nearly human.]

[The silhouette is too familiar, after years of spooling through old footage. Slim and loose and sharp, hunched and bruised and dull-eyed--he still carries himself the same way. He's the same. He's the same. He's the same, and what did you do to him?]

[It's in his eyes.]

[and he constantly made these awful, high pitched screams inches from my ear]

[His stomach lurches as he clutches the rail, bile burning his throat.]

[He grips the camera like it would make any difference, the plastic case shattered, bare circuitry hanging by loose wires. Somehow, the red light's still lit.]

[Jay stumbles backwards, back towards down, and down towards the door. He keeps his gutted camera trained on Alex Kralie.]
rosswood: (poor brian)

[personal profile] rosswood 2018-12-27 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a sound at the back of his throat, burning to a feverish pitch. One of his eyes his hot and sticky and coated in blood. The shards of foreign objects rammed into it. He squints through the veil of crimson that's fogging his remaining eye, blistering his vision over.]

[The little red light is lost in the wash of scarlet.]

[He doesn't care. The familiarity of the camera lens, that unblinking dark eye pointed at him, is too much for him to bear.]

[Alex surges to his feet, a fiery cocktail of adrenaline and blood and howling, and tries to plow into him.]
midnightish: (03)

[personal profile] midnightish 2018-12-27 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Definitely."

She'll set her book down on the stack and get up as well, but stops to look at it one more time.

"Wait, should we put these away or does Wonderland do that?"
burntvideocassette: (i screwed up)

[personal profile] burntvideocassette 2018-12-27 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Very suddenly, the shape is much closer. Jay stumbles, tries to press himself flat against the wall and out of the way.]

[D20 with disadvantage => min(6, 7) = 6]

[Alex barrels into him, shoving the shattered hunk of plastic and wires up against his chest with an ominous crunch of circuitry. The red light stutters and dies with a soft, electronic whistle.]

[The force sends them both down another flight of steps, and Jay's wrist strains to maintain its grip on the handrail, the metal digging into the small of his back.]

[They're only a few feet from the door.]

[It's dead.]

[Don't think about it.]

[It's dead it's dead it's dead fuck]
rosswood: (that's not tomato juice)

[personal profile] rosswood 2018-12-27 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
[He must look ghastly. He must look like something out of a nightmare. Redness running down his face, staining his shirtfront, leaking into his mouth and tinting his teeth pink when he bares them.]

[His head aches, ringing like a crash cymbal. The places where the fragments of glass and plastic have cut into his cheek, sliced parts of his skin to ribbons.]

[He can't fucking see. He's scrambling, casting about for the railing for support.]


You son of a bitch!
curiousher: (Take it)

[personal profile] curiousher 2018-12-27 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
She is the absolute best cat, no contest.

[She resists the urge to immediately launch into a talk about every single thing she remembers about her dear cat. Now's not the time, not when he asked another question.]

It...isn't, really. But some people here found my eyes, and when they gave me my eyes back I remembered Dinah all of a sudden. Mabel and Dipper, and Alphys, and Peter, and Sam gave Dinah back to me.

[And that part is much more important than her eyes.]
curiousher: (How curious!)

[personal profile] curiousher 2018-12-27 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
Not quite - though it would be very good for that, certainly. I'm looking for a different sort of trouble.

[She gestures out at the grounds below. There's so many people in Wonderland right now that even with the snow it's probably still more crowded than usual.]

Wonderland doesn't usually bring so many people in at one time, so I'm on a lookout mission! I need to report to the Queens if I see any sign of Wonderland's magic going...hm. Well, going badly I guess is the best way to put it. When Wonderland strains itself it can break in little ways, so I'm trying to spot any changes.
curiousher: (How curious!)

[personal profile] curiousher 2018-12-27 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
I suppose I wouldn't mind that. Besides, becoming distracted is part of the process! That's how all the best things are made, isn't it?

[Never mind the fact that she's not actually making anything up here.]
curiousher: (How curious!)

Kitchen

[personal profile] curiousher 2018-12-27 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
It's me! Is that you, Steven?

[She's very sure it is, but it seems right to ask in return somehow. She gasps when she sees what he's doing though, and is immediately invested.]

Oh! Are you making cookies? Do you need any help?
curiousher: (Laughing)

[personal profile] curiousher 2018-12-27 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
Mm. Sometimes they are. It happens, especially when you wind up with so many of them.

[Do you know how many birthday cat floods she's started over the years? The answer is several more than most people.]

Still, I'm sorry it was messy. What happened? Ice cream flood? Cake to the face, perhaps?

[She's mostly kidding, suggesting literal messes. She's sure she can think of more if she tries.]
freckilled: (huh?)

[personal profile] freckilled 2018-12-27 12:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Please don't try and burn his uniform, Jean... it will just remind Marco of what must have happened to his body, and bring on a fresh batch of existential horror. Simply throwing it into the void will be fine.

"Thank you." Yes, there is no way Marco is going exploring. He's going to clean off--and probably be fascinated by whatever products Jean has in this shower with endless hot water--and get dressed, and then he's going to plop right down on that couch and probably cling to Jean like a child with a teddy bear. Hopefully that sounds like a fun evening? Emotional Crisis and Chill?

Marco takes a tentative step towards the bathroom--the lights are brighter than he's used to, but the facilities are close enough to what he knows to not frighten him--but then stops, looking over his shoulder at Jean. "You'll still be here when I get out?"

Not that he thinks Jean would abandon him! He just needs the extra reassurance right now.
battlefront: everyone's waiting (cloud nine)

[personal profile] battlefront 2018-12-27 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
You're Tim.

[No more identity confusion.]

You're the Tim I met here. You're one of the only people that ever really talked to me. You...

[You saw him.]

I'm gonna help. I'll help you remember.
postictal: (like i kicked him in the puppy)

[personal profile] postictal 2018-12-27 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not him.

[It's spoken with more firmness than the weary resignation that's dogged him before, slightly sharper.]

It's never happened to you, so maybe you've never had to deal with it before. I have. There are multiples of just about everyone, and you're just lucky you haven't run into this before now.
givingback: (44.)

[personal profile] givingback 2018-12-27 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
On purpose, as it turns out. She did the research and apparently, you need a gemstone to pass through. You said you lost a watch when you went the first time.

[ The first time. Meaning there are enough times to count them. ]

She also murdered her husband but that was...well. I think it's because she was just insane, personally. She wanted to change history. She's a Jacobite.
mandrakes: (016)

[personal profile] mandrakes 2018-12-27 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[It could be that Regis has seen something like this before, but the amount of attention he pays to the general goings on in the mansion fluctuates along with how much he is giving to his personal hobbies and pursuits. The machinations of Wonderland only hold his attention for so long.

It happens, however, that this time has him noticing an old friend walking the same hall with an expression of confusion. There have been many losses here but he has missed Cullen more than most. Perhaps it was the way their friendship was slowly forged from initial mistrust and near-animosity that made the loss of it catch. After all, hadn't he come to gain one of his closest friends at home in much the same way?
]

Cullen. You have been gone for some time. [Regis' attention may sometimes lapse, but he is aware of the passing of the days. He gives the man a puzzled look.] ... You know where you are?
jamminshield: (Default)

[personal profile] jamminshield 2018-12-27 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[He answers her initial response with a snort.]

Good question! Hmm... [He tugs at his own cheek a little, as if testing it.] Yep, feels like a Steven to me!

[Then he turns his attention back to the tray of cookies.]

I'm working on cookies alright! And if you're okay with helping out, then the more the merrier! You can could help make some more tree cookies, or you could just be the official taste tester! It's a very important job.
otherplaces: (2)

[personal profile] otherplaces 2018-12-27 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not another you, I'm me. Just cause we happen to both be Alices don't make us the same person.

[It's an important distinction from the woman who hates being singled out as "in Wonderland" when she's been so many places.

She holds out a hand to greet her properly.]


Alice Jones. Pleased to meet you.