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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,
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- lucifer: mazikeen,
- mlp: starlight glimmer,
- newsflesh: georgia mason,
- newsflesh: shaun mason,
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- 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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Yeah. [It sticks in his throat.] A Shadow.
[So far, the only things that have lined up are the details from home and the central concept, the idea of being plucked out of one dimension to serve some purpose in another--that and, Jay guesses, the whole "magic" concept. Though, if he's being generous, what they saw back home could fall under a very loose definition of "magic."]
[You just have to look in the right place.]
Guess there's...more in common than I thought.
[He's not sure if it's any better to focus on Tim's second point. With a subtle wince, he glances over his shoulder, checking for the telltale shine of a reflective surface. The kitchen's got its fair share of them.]
And yeah, those're Mirrors. Capital M, not, like...actual mirrors. They're sort of like clones, or--or "doppelgangers", I guess, but...wrong. Really wrong.
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I'm not sure if you've noticed, [he says, straddling the line between deadpan and utterly sincere,] but we're kind of surrounded by mirrors. Right now. They kind of line the entire mansion.
[So Jay struggles to turn off a camera, but accepts that someone else might be watching the conversation?]
[Maybe that's not what he meant by it.]
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I guess I just...started getting used to it after a while.
[Goddamnit. Goddamnit.]
Shouldn't've, though.
[And with that, Jay grips the dead camera and rises to his feet, the sudden motion yanking his chair back with a squeal. Jay's nearly to the kitchen door when he pauses, one hand up in a gesture he hopes is reassuring.]
Just...be back in a sec.
[Indeed, it doesn't take long--no more than a minute or two--before Jay's back. He's still holding the camera, but in the other hand, he's got something new: a claw hammer, fresh from the closets.]
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[He doesn't sound excited, or judgmental, or much of anything. He just sounds resigned, communicated by the drop of his shoulders and the dark smudges beneath his eyes and the slant of his eyebrows.]
That's reasonable. After this entire question and answer session has already happened, and now we're pretty much just shooting the shit.
[That's the nice way of putting it. It's not like he's not stopped paying attention to what he's hearing, or stopped prying and prodding when the situation allows for it. But they've dispensed of most of the formalities.]
[The guy struggles to turn off a camera, struggles tangibly with it, but forgets to take care of the constant surveillance?]
[He gets used to one, but not the other?]
jay, please chill, i beg of you
Yes.
[Shut up. At least he's doing something.]
[He approaches the first mirror, raises the hammer, and, after a moment's contemplation, taps gingerly at the area near the corner. He doesn't expect much at first, maybe a few cracks spiderwebbing out from the impact site. He doesn't expect the hammer to just...sail right through.]
[He drops it. Of course he does.]
Goddamnit.
[It's hissed, under his breath.]
Sorry. [Sure, it's Tim, but it's not Tim. The longer they talk, the more pronounced the differences become. He's a similar shape, and he's got a similar outlook, but they're not the same guy. Shouldn't talk so freely around somebody you don't know.] It's just...Christmas.
[Not enough.]
They're over here. The Mirrors, they got--It's Christmas, so they're, like, allowed over. So they're not...
[He gestures vaguely to the glass--or rather, where the glass should be.]
[This is good. No, no, never mind, this is bad. Might even be worse.]
[Jay draws closer to the table, eyes a little wider, voice a little more frantic.]
Look, Tim, if you see a guy who looks like me, he's not. Don't--just don't. Goes for seeing yourself, too. Maybe more, I dunno. He tried to kill me, so.
[Jay gestures, aimless. Do what you want.]
this seems like a hopeless endeavor
[As if Jay needed any reasons to jack up his own paranoia. As if Tim did.]
You say that...now. After we've already been talking. I could've been talking to the wrong guy this entire time, and you only thought to point that out now.
[He doesn't sound pissed. He's just...tired. But he shrugs, folds his arms across his chest.]
[Sometimes you remember things that never happened.]
[Sometimes you remember the things that did.]
It's fine.
I really hate copies, anyway.
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[He pauses.]
[He looks at Tim, and then back at himself. Copies. Right.]
[With a whistle of air through his nostrils, somewhere between a snort and a long-suffering sigh, he settles back into the chair.]
Guess the "multiverse" or whatever doesn't feel the same way.
[That's something different about this Tim, he thinks. When Wonderland would drop some new bullshit on them, when Tim's double would crush his windpipe or a cosmic cuttlefish would broadcast signals into his head, Tim--the Tim he knows--would look just as scared as Jay felt, just as angry as the inevitability of it all. He'd snipe and he'd yell and he'd lash out. Jay couldn't really blame him; it's not like he handled it any better.]
[Meanwhile, this Tim just looks tired. Jay can see a glimmer of the old annoyance, but instead of grabbing a fistful of Jay's shirt or giving him a black eye, he just takes a breath, and he lets it happen.]
[How long has this Tim really been out here?]
[How long does it take to get used to all this?]
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[There are other hims, other selves, and of course - he's the wrong one, no matter how you slice it. He's not the right one for this Jay, and maybe he never was, never will be. Different starting points, different paths, different conclusions.]
[He doesn't think about it. As a rule, it's just a rabbit hole that he doesn't want to get lost in.]
You want me to go?
[It would mean Jay could go and turn on his camera again, if that would make him feel any better. And maybe looking at this...other Tim that he's never really met and doesn't really know would be a little less jarring, in the long run.]
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[Jay can't remember the last time somebody asked if he wanted them around. It's never been something Jay's had a choice in; it was always "I'm done helping you," or "Stay out of my life," or empty silence on the other side of a hotel door.]
[They'd run, or he'd run, or one or both of them would die. That's how it goes.]
[Well, clearly that's not how it goes with this guy.]
[He's uncanny; Jay will admit that. He's Tim, and he's not-Tim, and not in the way the Shadow and the Mirror could be. He's not Tim, but worse. He's not scrawling messages on the mirror, he's not taunting Jay--he's not doing much of anything but sitting there and talking. As he said, they're just shooting the shit, two dimensionally displaced assholes missing somebody else.]
[It's off the record, all of this. Not a scrap of it would've made it to the YouTube reel, because there's no footage. Tim made him turn the camera off, which is a cruel move if Jay's ever seen one.]
[But he's not turning it back on. He's not switching Wonderland's communicator to record in his pocket. He's just keeping a deal with himself--the second he gets his hand on a pad of paper, he's writing down every detail he can remember. Wonderland goes word by word; it can't take this away before Jay can get some record of it.]
[Unless it sends him home, and any footage he gets here will be worthless anyway.]
[Maybe that's it.]
[Maybe that's why just the weight of the dead camera in his hand is enough to keep him from sweating, from shaking, from checking over his shoulder. Maybe that's why he hasn't jumped across the table, tried to split this Tim open like the last one.]
[He remembers hearing it repeated, a scrap of his childhood he hasn't lost yet. You can't take it with you, they said, while Jay scratched at the seams of his stiff collared shirt.]
[He doesn't get a choice in this. He never really did.]
[But Tim's giving him a choice here. This guy, also named Tim, the one with the tan and the weary posture, the one who absent-mindedly reaches for a shape beneath his tie-dye shirt. The one who redirects Jay's terror as easily as Shepard does. The one who needs to get back home.]
[Jay doesn't trust him, but Jay doesn't trust most people.]
[He seems like a decent guy, this Tim.]
[He seems like the kind of guy worth knowing. He seems like the kind of guy where it's okay to just stay quiet, sip a coffee, quit shooting the shit and just exist in proximity.]
[Jay shakes his head.]
No.
[There's an ache in his chest. Feels a little too much like giving a shit.]
[If he really gives a shit, he'd better give Tim the choice as well.]
You want me to go?
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[Doesn't need him around, but doesn't need him gone, either.]
[It puts the ball back in his court. It's a small thing, but it's enough to subtly twist the corner of his mouth in a vague, rueful gesture that isn't quite a smile, but isn't quite not one either.]
You don't have to. I'm probably gonna stay here for a bit, if that makes any difference.
[He's going to enjoy things, like pizza no one had to spend stories to get, and tea that comes out of bags and not loose leaves that plucked and steeped by hand, and whatever idle creature comforts that he's forgotten people could take for granted.]
[He might as well take advantage of it while it lasts.]