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entrancelogs2018-12-11 09:21 pm
vitaelamorte) wrote in entrancelogs2018-12-11 09:21 pm
Entry tags:
- #open,
- dangan ronpa: kiyotaka ishimaru,
- dangan ronpa: kokichi oma,
- dangan ronpa: ryoko otonashi,
- detroit become human: connor,
- detroit become human: kara,
- gravity falls: dipper pines,
- gravity falls: mabel pines,
- jjba: jolyne kujo,
- lucifer: mazikeen,
- mlp: starlight glimmer,
- newsflesh: georgia mason,
- newsflesh: shaun mason,
- ouat: snow white,
- outlander: bree randall,
- outlander: claire fraser,
- outlander: jamie fraser,
- persona 4: seta souji,
- steven universe: steven universe,
- the good place: eleanor shellstrop,
- the walking dead game: clementine,
- the walking dead game: louis,
- true blood: jessica hamby,
- umineko: ange ushiromiya
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! ♥
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! ♥
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There was a bitterness in his tone, which was understandable. If there was a way he knew he could get Marco to stay, he'd be doing it right now. Instead, he took the controller from Marco, and it was still warm from his hands.
"I can," he said, and rolled the joystick under his thumb just to feel it. "But if you want to do something else, that's okay too."
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Marco can't find it in himself to pray. Clearly no one is listening.
"Okay." For right now, though, Marco is content to lean against Jean--almost cuddling, but not quite--and watch him play his game. The colors are bright but the movements on the screen are soothing, and Marco finds himself starting to nod off. It'll be okay if he naps here, right? He won't just disappear while he's leaning on Jean, will he?
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After finishing a rather slow-paced mission that was more about researching and collecting specimens than actually fighting, Jean noticed that Marco was basically asleep. He turned the game off with the controller from the couch, and heaved a sigh. He didn't want to sleep. He didn't want to take his eyes off Marco. People never disappeared in front of each other...
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But he regrets. He regrets everything he never got a chance to do, and he regrets leaving Jean behind. Whether Jean is in their world, or in the strange world with the lights and the moving game, Marco doesn't want to leave him alone. Jean doesn't make friends easily, and he hides his feelings, and Marco can't leave him behind. So he turns away from the fields, away from the calling voices, and starts rising back to wakefulness.
He snorts as he rousts himself, blinking a few times and wiping the tiniest bit of drool off his chin. "Jean?"
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It hadn't been very long, so Jean hadn't moved either. Marco seemed peaceful sleeping against his shoulder like this, and Jean didn't want to disturb him. He didn't sleep too, but sort of... blankly stared for awhile, half at Marco, half into the hollow space of the ceiling, his neck hung over the back of the couch.
Don't worry, Marco, the drool can remain a secret between dudes.
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Marco looks blearily up at Jean, his hair slightly mussed from resting on Jean's shoulder, his dream already fading into memory. He had something important to tell Jean, something vital, but he's already losing it, the waking world crowding it out into nothingness. And then his stomach growls, and Marco blinks again.
"I'm... I'm hungry?"
How long has it been since he last ate? It wasn't exactly like they had regular rations during Trost, and then who knows how long he was waiting for Jean to find him here.
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"We can fix that. Easy," Jean pushed himself up off the couch and gave Marco his hand. "There's a place to eat here on every floor. You should... You should think of something you really want. Like something your mom used to make. It won't be exactly like her cooking, but it'll still be the same dish."
That would be nice, right? Marco always talked about his family and their farm when they were back in training, and how he missed the fresh food made by his loving mother.
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His mother's cooking is wonderful, don't get him wrong, but if he gets it here, it's going to make him cry again, and Marco is tired of crying. For however long he has here, he needs to appreciate it, to treasure it. He needs to be good, so Jean can be good too.
Marco hoists himself off the couch and falls in step beside Jean. "What other kinds of food do they have?"
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"Anything. Meat, eggs, cheese, it's all here. Even fresh stuff you normally wouldn't be able to get in winter. If you can't think of anything, I've been told I make a mean sandwich."
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That sounds pretty good, honestly; simple and nonthreatening, and made by Jean. Marco can trust a sandwich like that.
"Promise you won't overload me with new stuff?" Marco has had plenty of that for one day, thank you very much.
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The tea rooms on each floor had a small kitchen. Jean navigated around it with ease-- he knew where every tool and ingredient hid. He brought out bread and meat and cheese and sliced and arranged in contemplative silence. He might not have changed physically at all during his time in the Mansion-- nobody aged here-- but his manner had matured considerably. It had been a long time since Trost. A long time since he joined the Corps.
"Here," he offered a plate to Marco once he was finished. The sandwich was on fresh, soft bread, and had salty cold-cuts and sharp cheese, assorted vegetables and mustard. "Like home, but better."
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Jean looks exactly the same--his hair is perhaps a trifle longer, but not so significantly different that it causes alarm--but the way he moves isn't. He moves with a quiet confidence Marco has never seen him possess before, not at all blustering or aggressive like Shadis, but smooth and easy, the way Dot Pixis moves through a crowd. He moves like an adult, like a man, and for the first time since he's known Jean, Marco feels young. Jean has matured and left him behind.
Marco pushes that thought aside when Jean offers him a sandwich. "Thank you." He lifts it, marveling at the softness of the bread, and only balks a little when he sees how much meat is in it. He opens his mouth to question if this much food is okay, but then his stomach growls loudly, and he bites into the sandwich instead.
Marco chews, swallows, his eyes widening in surprise as the flavors explode in his mouth, and then he attacks the sandwich with gusto, practically inhaling it. What? It's really good!
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Jean pulled up a chair and sat down next to Marco as he ate, pleased by his satisfied silence. Well. Verbally silent? His munching was rather loud, but hey, it was appreciative. He must really be as good at making sandwiches as others had claimed.
And it was... kinda nice. Marco always had a voracious appetite, and watching him eat was familiar. He always attacked his food like an animal, and often choked. As this occurred to him, he got up again to pour a glass of preemptive water.
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"Thanks." He takes the water and chugs it down, clearing his throat as he sets the glass back on the table. Even the water tastes better here... cleaner, somehow. "Can I, uh... have another one?"
Then Marco catches the look on Jean's face, and for the first time since waking up here, he smiles. "Yeah, yeah, your sandwiches are amazing. I bow before your superior knowledge."
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He said this all as he got up again, and began assembling a second sandwich. This time he used a few different ingredients, but it was still simple enough that it wouldn't offend Marco's simple taste buds.
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And once that sandwich is done, he's totally reaching for it, and inhaling with the same gusto as the first time. Maybe it's for the best no one changes here, or Jean would have gotten fat on this diet.
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"Yeah. People don't age here. It sucks when I was hoping to grow a little bit more, but them's the breaks."
Hey, Jean knew that he'd grow gluttonous if he let himself go. That's why, despite his richer diet, he kept up with all of his daily exercises, and his 3DMG training. Who knew when Titans might how up from his memories? He had to stay on top of his game.
He wasn't going to tell Marco that could happen though. He was freaking out enough about it already when he has just arrived.
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After two intensely rich sandwiches, though, he's almost uncomfortably full, and sits back with a sigh. "The food here is incredible.
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Jean and Marco were best friends, but they also had a healthy rivalry when it came to things like training and getting stronger. You know, the kind of relationship he could have developed with Eren if they both weren't so bullheaded and full of shit. Marco was always just a smidge taller than he was, and it was a constant cause of grief for Jean.
"It's one of the things you can always rely on, at least. Hot showers, good food and a soft bed. If it weren't for that stuff it'd be pure chaos."
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Marco might be dead, but at least in this place, he's still taller and heavier than Jean. He'll cling to what he has.
"It sounds... it sounds like heaven." And apparently, for Marco, it might as well be. "Is it... peaceful here?"