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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! ♥
normandysbest: (« [Grin] happier times happier lives)

[personal profile] normandysbest 2019-02-09 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[It does take them a while to say anything. She is waiting for a response, among it all- there's no point in surprising them when they're already seeming to trust her. So she just kind of waits, shifting her weight between her feet and drumming her fingers inside of her hoodie pocket until they respond. It makes her grin though, some choice they can make, and she quirks an eyebrow before taking her hands out of her pockets and shaking out the wrists.]

Alright, sweet. Check it.

[It's not so much a movement or a gesture but a thought, an activation for the tech wired into her, when there's a small crackling noise like the embers of a fire and what look like polygons expand out from her wrists to cover her entire body in about a second. Technically there's still a bit of distortion in the air where she stands, a wobbliness that can just be seen, like the haze on a hot day. But she moves a bit to the side, and returns in about five seconds.]

Cool, right?
gonerkid: (❤ west in his ass)

[personal profile] gonerkid 2019-02-09 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[It is cool, actually. The faint shimmer that's the only indication that she's still here. For half a second, a hot jag of terror shoots from the core of them up their spine, down to their toes, prickling their arms with gooseflesh. She could run away, right now. They'd never know. She could hurt them without any hope for them to fight back.]

[This...this was a bad idea.]

[They're arrested mid-nod, mid-agreement that it is, indeed, Cool, right. Their breath steams out from between parted lips, gradually faster, as their heart skips from sluggish to something verging on panicked.]

[Come back.]

[They don't say it.]

[Come back.]

[They can't say it.]


C...

[No.]

[ Your choices ]
[ don't ]
[ matter. ]
normandysbest: (« [Somber] those you cannot save)

[personal profile] normandysbest 2019-02-19 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Thankfully, the cloak doesn't last long- ten seconds at it's max, twelve if she pushes it, so she's visible again before even a quarter of a minute has gone by. But that seems to be enough as she focuses in on their face, on the sudden stiffness of it all, and on instinct she approaches to reach out to them.]

Hey, you alright? C'mon, speak to me. Did I do that?

[Ah shit. This will be another thing she'll have to apologize for, for sure.]

I'm sorry. Shouldn't've scared you like that.
Edited 2019-02-19 05:32 (UTC)
gonerkid: (❤ kanye west)

[personal profile] gonerkid 2019-02-19 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
[She didn't. It wasn't her fault that they agreed, that they asked her, that they couldn't handle it. They couldn't handle it. It was their problem. Their inability to cope.]

[Kris shakes their head. Their teeth are chattering, their breath frothing in the cold winter air.]


You didn't.

[It was their fault.]

[They know it was.]
normandysbest: (« [Sad] i'm not mad i'm just disappointe)

[personal profile] normandysbest 2019-02-23 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
[She walks up to them slowly, kneels down to be more at their height. They're not short, but she's pretty tall; at least it brings her closer to their face. She puts out her hand, palm up, for them to take if they want.]

Hey. It's gonna be alright, alright?

[Shepard knows she's not the best here, and she's wracking her brain for what to do. But the only person she knew that was good at this was Toriel, and she's not a large fuzzy goat. It really decreases her abilities in the hugs department.]

Here, d-- do you wanna go get something to eat? Not much of a cook, but uh, I know where we can get a nice bite.
gonerkid: (❤ yes pinky)

[personal profile] gonerkid 2019-02-23 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
[There aren't very many people in the world they would weather a hug from, it's true. Even when it was the people they loved, the people they trusted, it was a fleeting thing, a special thing, done for the sake of another's comfort rather than Kris's own.]

[Was. Are they thinking in past tense because of who they are, or because it feels...right?]

[Do they want to? What they want doesn't matter and it's never mattered but she's making it sound like a unidirectional decision, not a choice.]

[Saying "no" isn't an option. If they say "no," what happens?]

[What point is there in speculating what happens?]


Okay.
normandysbest: (« [Proud] you did good kid)

[personal profile] normandysbest 2019-02-26 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[If they say no, she asks them things until she finds a yes. But Kris doesn't know that, and-- Shepard needs to get them out of here, in any way possible. Hopefully, they can forgive her.

She gestures with her wrist for them to follow.]


C'mon. You can tell the dining room anything you want and it'll make it for you. I won't even stop you from eating thirteen pixie sticks at once and throwing up on the ground.

[She's helping.]
gonerkid: (❤ east in his ass)

[personal profile] gonerkid 2019-02-26 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Ha.]

[That coaxes the tiniest of smiles out of them, for half a minute, despite the closed-off impassivity of their default expression. They think, because they can't help thinking, of fogged-up windows and red polyester booths and burned tongues and the taste of hot chocolate - Asriel's warm fuzzy paw obliterating the shape their fingers left on the breath-warmed glass, a wobbly quartet of letters that sent him giggling, "You can't write 'fart' on the windows!"]

[Their throat goes tight for a moment.]

[And then eases.]


Chocolate?
normandysbest: (« [Pleased] pop the heat sink)

[personal profile] normandysbest 2019-03-01 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[She bites back the urge to say a different name, at that suggestion. A kid who threw cupcakes with her onto the ceiling, who died too many times, who made faces at tequila and hoarded candy from their mother. Good kids. They were all good kids.

She realizes she'll lose the memory of them all soon. It hurts worse than anything else has.

But externally, Shepard nods.]


Any kind you want. You ever had chocolate lava cake? It's like three kinds of chocolate.

[She takes a step, bidding them to follow.]
gonerkid: (❤ he likes it in his ass)

[personal profile] gonerkid 2019-03-01 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[A shake of their head, no. That sounds like something out of a magazine, some kind of glamorous cooking show, some kind of fancy food that's meant to be marveled at but never really eaten.]

[But doing things they're not supposed to - that's something they can do, isn't it?]


Okay.

[It's the pressure of a barrier they know still exists, that resistance that makes the density of the air feel heavier than it is usually.]

[It feels like it should be with more fanfare, when they step forward - the sound of snapping glass, or a breaking tether. But there isn't.]

[They step forward, and they follow her.]
normandysbest: (« [Proud] you did good kid)

wrappeddddd

[personal profile] normandysbest 2019-03-04 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
[There you go, kid. A little rebellion. A little spark.

She wonders idly if this is what Anderson saw the first time he offered to get her dinner in basic, the first time she finally accepted, the tiny admission of something that was wanted and not needed. When she's back home, even without any of this, she'll pick up an affiliation for chocolate and joke that she just never appreciated it before.

She takes them inside, and they both find some peace, for as much time as they can take.]