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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! ♥
battlefront: (//Dusk//)

[personal profile] battlefront 2018-12-28 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[...he honestly can't say he knows where Tim's actually from.

Probably shouldn't have asked that to begin with, but he was expecting something about Wonderland being inbetween one of those places. Any of them. Whoever this Tim is, apparently he gets around.

And this Tim isn't his friend. Not the one he'd known, at least. Something else is going on here, but he feels that terrible gut feeling he'd had the moment he saw the man looking even more haggard than usual.

'I'm not him.']


Never heard of Earth or Alabama.

[Both sound even more unpleasant than Wonderland itself.]

Are all of these just-- are they different worlds?

[How is any of that possible?]

What... happened to the Tim I knew?
postictal: (i'll punch a baby i don't give a fuck)

[personal profile] postictal 2018-12-28 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know.

[Maybe he's around here, somewhere. If that's the case - hell if he knows what he'd do if they ran into each other. Maybe he's out, scattered like atoms across the spread of fucking galaxies. Maybe he's back home. Where he should be.]

Alabama is on Earth, so...that'd be...where we're both from, I guess.
battlefront: (//Twilight//)

[personal profile] battlefront 2018-12-28 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
You and. And him, I guess. Or you. Or--

[God, this is confusing.]

I just wanna know if he's safe. Somehow.
postictal: (dirty dirty unwashed hair)

[personal profile] postictal 2018-12-28 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know where he is. I don't know if he's - safe, or dead, or where he's ended up. I can only tell you that I'm not him.

[This is...proving to be a difficult concept for him to grasp, huh?]
battlefront: (let yourself fall ill)

[personal profile] battlefront 2019-01-02 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
...okay.

[It doesn't sound okay. Nothing about this is, really. This is another Tim, and the one he knows is missing. He doesn't know if he's alright. And knowing how Tim is... it just worries him.]

That just means you gotta take care of yourself, instead. So you don't end up like him.
postictal: (sure champ | smoking)

[personal profile] postictal 2019-01-02 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't say what that makes him think: that wherever this other guy is, it's probably nowhere as bad as he could be. He doesn't say it, because it wouldn't make anyone feel better.]

[He gestures at himself, the scruffy expanse of someone who looks like they've been living on a deserted island - in part because he has.]


This isn't convincing enough?
battlefront: (and give life to a world)

[personal profile] battlefront 2019-01-02 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
You've looked better.

[Which is saying a lot. A hell of a lot. Tim usually looks like he's been through hell and back, but this? Like that Tim got pummeled by a truck. Multiple times.]

The other you didn't come crawlin' in here like he'd seen food for the first time, at least.
postictal: (tim pretends he doesn't give any shits)

[personal profile] postictal 2019-01-02 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
It's just been a while since I've seen anything I didn't have to make for myself.

[He looks like he's been living in the wild for months, probably because he actually has been.]

Or that someone else didn't have to make. We didn't have fancy closets and kitchens to just...give us whatever we want. [Y'all have pizza here. That you can just ask for and it'll show up. What the fuck.]
battlefront: (//Talking With Myself//)

[personal profile] battlefront 2019-01-03 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
What kinda other place are you from that's got you livin' like this? Someone dump you in the woods or somethin'?

[There's a weird disconnect happening here. That they can just fall into their usual banter like nothing's wrong. But this isn't the Tim he knew. And that one's probably off and hurt somewhere, and he can't keep down the worry that keeps arising every time his mind starts to drift back to that thought.

This Tim is nice. But he's still a stranger.]


Seems like you can never catch a break.
postictal: (nervous im not nervous ha ha)

[personal profile] postictal 2019-01-03 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[If only it were that simple, right? Being dumped into the woods - that, he can handle. Not well, not without having something of a breakdown, but, historically? He'd be able to handle it.]

[Granted, he's not been doing too shoddy for himself now, either. Not anymore.]

[It's a strange thing, to be on this side of circumstances. The kind where it's someone else's familiarity bouncing off the hollow shell of his lack thereof, and not the other way around.]


Bunch of deserted islands. We kinda had to build from the ground up.
battlefront: (//Dusk//)

[personal profile] battlefront 2019-01-04 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, that doesn't... sound too strange.

Shipwrecked, or just magically teleported for some godforsaken reason on a deserted island sounded more feasible then whatever was happening with Wonderland. He's going to assume a shipwreck or some other logical reason. Not everywhere just magically snatched you from your world.

...right?]


No way to communicate any kinda help? Phones? Flares?
postictal: (please find peace one day)

[personal profile] postictal 2019-01-04 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
Flare guns, for some. It's not a universal system.

[He got thirty of them with the stories he had on hand, and currently has a few left. Mostly he's been burning through them of his own accord, emphasis on the word burning. Plenty of things burn, and flare guns save time.]

[They set plenty of things on fire, too.]
battlefront: I'll find you and I'll kill you (I'll find you and I'll kill you)

[personal profile] battlefront 2019-01-07 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
I wouldn't expect it to be, no.

[It's not like you can just go to the flare gun store and pick one up in the middle of nowhere, after all. But just setting things on fire is just as effective.

Or.

Maybe not. Don't do that.]


How many of you?
postictal: (tim pretends he doesn't give any shits)

[personal profile] postictal 2019-01-07 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Total? Something like...sixty, seventy. I don't know. It changes.

[He's not great at keeping a headcount. There are faces he recognizes and faces he doesn't, and faces he comes to recognize gradually. He doesn't know off the top of his head anymore, but maybe he never did.]
battlefront: but take the pain (And I hope that you don't suffer)

[personal profile] battlefront 2019-01-07 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
On one island?

[That's certainly not coincidence.]

Wait. Explain this from the beginning.
postictal: (im going to punch you in the taint)

[personal profile] postictal 2019-01-07 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Archipelago. It's...kind of a long story.

[He grimaces, because he's sure as shit not an archivist. He's not the worst choice for relating this kind of thing, sadly; unlike the vast majority these days, he's one of the few who can actually say he's been there since the beginning. Or, at least, since the first few arrivals started showing up.

There's a bunch of islands that appear and disappear, and there's an alleged god that watches over them. Calls themself the Storyteller.
battlefront: (don't blame yourself)

[personal profile] battlefront 2019-01-08 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
[...yeah. Yeah, he kinda figured something like this was up. It isn't always as easy as just winding up trapped in some normal scenario.]

So it's like here. Sorta. With all this... [He waves a hand vaguely.] Otherworldly stuff. People gettin' trapped in weird places en masse.

[But the idea of them being controlled by an alleged god is something that drives too far close to home.]

At least you've got someone to pin it on. Anyone try takin' them down?
postictal: (begging for help im screaming for help)

[personal profile] postictal 2019-01-08 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
They say they're not responsible for it. They're also the only thing that keeps us alive when shit goes down, so there's not a lot anyone can do other than help them.

[He's not really certain he trusts that, but trust is a hard thing for him to come by. This wasn't the first place for him to end up. Wonderland, apparently, makes his third.]

Places like this are more common than you'd think.
battlefront: (//Moving On//)

[personal profile] battlefront 2019-01-08 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Dead pawns aren't all that useful to beings like them.

[He's not going to be so quick to trust an entity that's the only sentient thing about that world. Because then there's no other cause.]

I'd just keep my guard up if I were you. You might not be the Tim I know, but... I wouldn't wanna see anythin' happen to you, either.

[Places like this...]

At least that way I can know you're still alright in some capacity.
postictal: (that hurt all 3 of my feelings)

[personal profile] postictal 2019-01-08 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Tim glances at him. There's a flinted quality to his stare.]

I don't know how things work where you come from, but I don't tend to look at something I barely understand and wonder how best to kill it. That's just not my first instinct.

[It's never been his first instinct. He's a far cry from trusting the Storyteller, but that doesn't mean he wants them dead. That doesn't mean he considers them some unfeeling enemy.]
battlefront: (//Talking With Myself//)

tim you're talking to an rpg protagonist here

[personal profile] battlefront 2019-01-08 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[...

...no. No, it shouldn't be.]


Can't say I can speak for 'em. Can't say I know everything about what's goin' on there, either. But you didn't come in here lookin' like someone that's been helped too much.
postictal: (alex kralie ain't shit)

[personal profile] postictal 2019-01-08 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, living on a couple of islands for over a year will do that to you.

[They don't even have electricity, for fuck's sake. Just - magic, and mana pools, and bullshit.]

We have to rig everything ourselves, so day to day survival is kind of a priority.
battlefront: (//Ambience//)

[personal profile] battlefront 2019-01-08 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
But you're here now, aren't you? This place sucks, but it's a step above any of that.

...barely.
postictal: (let him live)

[personal profile] postictal 2019-01-08 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
It doesn't matter.

[He looks away, his expression twisting briefly. Closing in on itself. Staying here isn't an option. Not if he can help it. It's not as if he has any control over whether or not he can, but - ]

I can't stay here.
battlefront: (//To Dust//)

[personal profile] battlefront 2019-01-08 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
I know.

[He wants to get back. Probably has people at home who care about him. Or maybe even people on that island. Who knows.]

I just don't think Wonderland's gonna give you the option.

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