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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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[The words are wrenching, violent, raw - feel like nerves scraped and shot, like adrenaline boiled out through his eyeballs, like a fucking static-sick scream. He can't think about what she's saying, about the fact that this might be the last time (Good, he thinks savagely, and then, wait, and then his thoughts divert into something he doesn't want to examine, the roots of dread and a sensation that he ignored innumerable times before, that doesn't have a name but if it did it would be Amy) because if he thinks about it, it'll start seeding itself into his soul and he can't let something else start subletting there.]
[His brain's crowded, a fizz of TV snow and burned-out veins. Can't, no room for anything else.]
If this is the last time we ever - if this -
You don't know that. You don't know anything.
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[And in her stupid, desperate, illogical decisions, she holds out a hand.]
Let me help. Maybe we can figure something out. Maybe I can...
[save you fix everything be the hero again and again and again, because she will bear that for the world. It's just worse when it's someone she cares for.]
Don't run. Just let me help you.
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[Don't you get it?]
[No one can, no one should, because if someone can save him, fix any of what was caused (
what he causedwhat Jay caused), it means that all of what he did, all of what Alex poured himself into, every crushed windpipe and caved-in skull and fired bullet would be for nothing and he can't live with himself as it is but he especially, especially can't live with that.][Even if "living" was never on the table. Not really.]
I won't let it all be for nothing.
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[Fine, alright, she'll just-- she can fix this, and while resorting to violence isn't great she's confident in her ability to not kill him in one shot.]
This doesn't have to be hard.
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[There's a hysterical note that cracks the edge of his voice, sharpening it into something almost like a laugh. Close. Not quite.]
You gonna kill me too? Everyone's getting a turn these days - or they did, because it's been years since I died last, is what I'm hearing!
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[But she is walking towards him, with intent, shoulders squared.]
Just talk to me, Alex. You got one more chance.
[As she continues to give him chance, and chance, and chance...]
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[A talk in a tank. A haze of panic in a kitchen. A gun that changed hands. Memories sliding one way and then another and he can't keep them straight anymore. Maybe he never could. He stopped filming himself and that's when he stopped being able to keep a stable timeline but in some ways that was just easier because it meant he wouldn't need to worry.]
[What's he ever done that made him worth any of this - to her, to anyone?]
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[It's simple and plain, frank and rough like almost every part of her. It's the only way she can express things, say anything at all.]
Because when I ran off and went to do something stupid and lonely and you showed up without me even asking. Because I know that kid who asked me about my space guns and joked about santa as a raccoon and put a rock with fucking googly eyes in a tank is in there and I'm not letting him go.
[It hurts to know she's going to forget all of this, that she already did, that she went back to her old life none the wiser. It's not fair. All the more reason she needs to make a difference now.]
Because I know you've got good in you, Alex. You have a choice, and so do I, and I'm choosing you.
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[It doesn't matter what good he has in him - he knows he doesn't. Good people don't do what he did. Good people don't point their guns at people who got involved through no fault of their own. Good people don't murder their friends, kill whoever gets in their way, cave someone's fucking face in until they're just a dark indentation on the floor of a tunnel, a dark smear of crimson across the cement.]
[You can't be a killer and a good person. It doesn't work that way.]
That kid, [he scrapes the word out painfully, like tearing a nail from the edge of his thumb, raw and red and animal:] is never coming back.
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[Is she good for killing anyone who gets in her way, does she get to be a hero for wiping an entire race off the map, does she get to be a good person anymore?]
I don't give a shit if you're a good person. You think I am? You don't have to be a good person to have some good in you. You don't have to be a good person to be worth saving. I'm not saying you have to believe-- that about you, or whatever, just... believe in me. For one goddamn minute so we can sit down and not fucking do this, alright?
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[If they're only here for another hour, another day, another agonizing minute, if Wonderland rips them both away again and eviscerates their memories and drops them back where they started - why does any of it matter now.]
[Does it matter if he doesn't remember how it hurts?]
[It's the nature of psychic injury to have no insight into itself.]
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[Her voice is still a little strained, but genuine, arms' reach between them.]
Now or never, Alex. That's it.
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[Because he's a murderous, inexcusably fucked son of a bitch and he knows how this story ends already, always did know how it's going to end and he'll be damned if he doesn't make sure everyone knows it, every goddamn step of the way. It'll hurt. It'll hurt like nothing else hurts but he'll bleed it all out slow, gasoline over an open wound, and it'll be god. damned. worth it.]
[He figures he'll have a ten second head start, if that.]
[He's going to take it, and make her fight for it, if it matters so much.]
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Damnit, kid.
[Shepard ducks her frame, bending at the knees before surging forward to shove her shoulder into his stomach, an attempt to just toss him over her shoulder and go.]
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[The words tear at his throat - a protest both pointless and unnecessary, given that she's been calling him that for as long as he's known her and he's never protested, not really, even if it grated at him. But it's like his mind is seizing at the one thing he knows how to do, and that's be angry. Angry at everything and anything he can think of. Angry at her, for being who she is. For trying to stop him. For calling him kid.]
[She catches him in his middle and he immediately tries kneeing her.]
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Alex! Kralie! The goddamn kid I'm gonna suplex if it keeps you alive! You hear me!
[She's screaming back, not caring much about who hears, and squeezes his middle to try to keep him from squirming.]
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[He's not armed. No gun. No knife. He can't do anything but fight her for every step of the way. Fight for what? What is he trying to accomplish here? He's lost all reason in the adrenaline rush.]
[(He lost all reason a long time ago.)]
Let me go! You've got to let fucking go!
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[This has gone so fucking south, but she can't stop now, so there's more things they have in common. She's got one hand over his middle, and is trying to use the other to stop him from kicking, but it's not like he's literally a child and she's only so good at carrying heavy things on her own.]
I'll let you go when you promise not to die at top speed. Until then, we're gonna go find someplace to hang out.
[where??? She doesn't have a fucking clue.]
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[He tries to twist in her grip, tries to wrench himself around so he can sink his teeth into the nearest bit of skin he can find. It's fucking pointless, makes him feel stupid and like something feral but that's what he is that's what he's been reduced to, living out of cars and skipping from place to place, always on the hunt.]
[He can't stop.]
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[Her voice is finally, finally starting to sound tired. It's not even her words it feels like that she's parroting at him, something exhausted but knowing, a voice she almost doesn't think is her own.
Ugh, she's become her father figure. That's gonna be some baggage to unpack eventually, she's sure.]
You matter to me. So call it selfish, but I'm keeping you here.
[It's kinda hard to transport him like this though, so she's mostly just here trying to wrestle with keeping him in her arms, and unable to do much else.]
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[He knows what he is and what he's done. He knows he's going to burn for it - why wouldn't he? He's killed people and he's been killed and all he ever does it make things worse and in this case making things worse is the only way to make things better.]
This isn't fucking up to you, Shepard!
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[Goddamnit why is he so fucking wiggly. She kind of leans him against the wall to use the leverage to get him onto her shoulder and get his ankles with her other arm. Now to hope he doesn't start strangling her or something.]
But if it's my job to keep the goddamn universe running I get to make a few calls.
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[He feels like a toddler throwing a tantrum. It's not his fault that he's just a weedy Alabaman hipster who's been living on the lam for the better part of a few years and she's a fucking military tank of a person. It's just really fucking inconvenient right about now.]
What makes your calls so much more important than mine?
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[Look, he could be making it easier. She feels like she's pit wrestling a horse that's about to kick her in the chest. This is why she's a goddamn sniper.]
And it's because your call right now is to fucking die which doesn't help anyone, except for maybe the people you keep trying to murder, and if you keep this up I'm going to knock you out, I swear.
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[He punctuates each final word with a hard kick, aiming for any part of her he can reach.]
You're not the hero in this story, Shepard!
[Oh, Alex.]
[Neither are you.]
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