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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! ♥
nineteenfortyfive: (FALLEN)

claire randall | outlander

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-12-12 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Not for the first time, Claire Fraser has no idea where she is, and it's getting a little ridiculous at this point. This isn't castle Leoch (it's the real side of Wonderland, not that she's of any mind to actually know that or fathom a mirror side), and none of these people look familiar that she sees as she stumbles down the halls, and plenty of them look just as confused as she is. Well, at least that's a step up from being entirely alone in an entirely different century, but she's not about to celebrate yet, nor does she stop to talk to anyone unless they grab her first.

Gathering herself and smoothing back her wayward curls, she takes a deep breath and pauses in the entrance hall. She needs to go. Where, she has no idea, but maybe this time there might be a familiar face. Or, maybe--]


Frank?

[Her chest tightens. This isn't likely the 1940s, but maybe, just maybe, she's somewhere her husband is. It's foolish the moment she thinks it, and she feels like an idiot for calling his name aloud. No, this isn't normal. Nothing's been normal for a long time.

Little does she know that she's already here. This Claire is decades younger, married only once, and desperately in need of a friendly face to make sense of this madness.

She stops, dressed in her skirts and stays just as Claire Fraser would be, and scrubs her hands over her face.]


What the hell is wrong with me?

[Maybe she's actually lost her mind.]
givingback: (30.)

obligatory preemptive 'you ruined my life'

[personal profile] givingback 2018-12-12 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ There are so many people there suddenly, to the point she wonders if she’ll see any familiar faces. What if she sees Roger?

She isn’t ready to see Roger.

But what if she sees Frank? It would give her a chance, to say all the things she didn’t get to when he died so suddenly. If he came here she could have more time with him. But then what about Jamie?

She wants her father, but she doesn’t want to hurt the man who is her father. Brianna’s moving her way back to their room because she needs to talk to her mother about it, until that’s exactly the face she sees. Bree makes her way right to her and makes a familiar grab to her wrist. Right where she needed her to be. ]


Mama.

[ A breath of relief, though she pauses, looking at her with a curious head tilt. ]

...Did you dye your hair?

[ Something else is off too, but Bree just...can’t figure out what. ]
nineteenfortyfive: (CLAN)

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-12-12 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Instinct is to jerk her wrist away, because she has no idea who this person is, but it's the first word out of her mouth that has Claire going still. She stares, because there's something terribly familiar in this woman's expression, but her confusion wins over that fairly quickly.]

I'm sorry, I think you're mistaken.

[She's no mother. She likely will never be a mother, regardless of whether she finds Frank again or not.]
mindyourbismuth: (iconing-su5)

Bismuth | ota | spoilers for Legs from Here to Homeworld!

[personal profile] mindyourbismuth 2018-12-12 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[One minute, Bismuth is standing on Earth, watching Steven, his family, and the Diamonds taking off to go to Homeworld. The next, she's in some kind of fancy house. She blinks and opens her hand. There's some kind of... what did Steven call it again, a phone? A phone. She's holding a phone.

She is not holding the blue and green gems she'd had in her hands a moment before.]


Oh, no no no.

[She starts patting down her apron.]

Where are they? What happened?

[She'll worry about what just happened as soon as she figures out if Lapis and Peridot are safe.]
givingback: (45.)

[personal profile] givingback 2018-12-12 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
...What?

[ Bree knows there's a chance it could be someone who only looks like her mother, she's been warned about that, but she's dressed like her mother and Brianna takes a step back. ]

No, I'm not.

[ Said with confidence even though she's second-guessing herself. ]
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Catra | ota

[personal profile] meowdiocre 2018-12-12 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Catra doesn't know what kind of princess ridiculousness this is, and she honestly doesn't care. She just wants to get home. She's got a mission to pull off. Being here isn't helping.

She claws her way up into the tree where she can watch everyone from high above, nothing showing but her two glowing eyes.

At least, until she gets hungry. Then she can be found in the kitchen, taking advantage of the many offerings the kitchen has. She sits on top of a table and uses a claw to open a can of tuna. She eats it greedily, glaring around at anyone who might try and take it away.]
nineteenfortyfive: (YIKES)

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-12-12 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[While she might have been inclined to help her find her mother, like a child lost in the grocery store, the confidence of her statement catches Claire so off guard that she laughs. This is absurd. Just like everything else.]

Pardon? I believe I would know if I were your mother or not. I have no idea who you are.

[That red hair, though.]
givingback: (8.)

[personal profile] givingback 2018-12-12 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bree knows her own mother. She knows that laugh, that look on her face right now. ]

Claire.

[ She says her name sharply because either that will make her stop laughing or cause it to continue and Bree really will be wrong which will be a whole other meltdown.

One at a time. ]
desherite: (ceci est ma charpente)

marie antoinette | ota

[personal profile] desherite 2018-12-12 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
Is it Christmas...?

[ maybe for the other new arrivals that's not the first question on their lips, but as marie looks around it's the first the first thing she can think to ask. it's not long before she's exploring, taking a look at all the decorations and enjoying herself as she does.

later, once she's got her bearings, she'll reach out to people around her: ]


Bonjour! I don't think we've met. I'm Marie. And you are?
nineteenfortyfive: (PICKPOCKET)

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-12-12 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
[That's one way to make Claire go silent. She looks at this young lady, long and hard, and she can't quite puzzle out what in god's name is going on.]

That's my name.

[Asking how she knows that might just lead them in circles. So, instead, she just watches her warily. How does this American girl know her name, and why is she insisting she's her mother? She's not much older than her.]
actualwizard: (132)

Billy Kaplan | Marvel 616 | OTA | He’s baaaaack

[personal profile] actualwizard 2018-12-12 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ He can’t say he missed that disorienting feeling of showing back up in Wonderland and having all his memories flood back into his head. Four and a half years of memories easily gives him a headache, but he takes stock. Cold, snow, and that’s the mansion up ahead decorated for Christmas? It was almost spring the last thing he remembers.

Has he been gone almost a year? More? And why does he remember? He has a lot of questions that he’s sure no one will actually know the answers to, as per Wonderland. So he does what he usually does and heads up to the mansion. He wonders whose still here- he wonders if Teddy is here. Has he been here without Billy all this time?

It becomes apparent once he reaches the mansion that he’s not the only one showing up, and definitely not the only one who remembers. As soon as he figures that out he’s searching for familiar faces, people who he hopes might be here again and might remember.

He’s also revisiting his old haunts; the movie theater might get a bit of a sprucing up and there might be some Christmas movies playing on marathon- or Star Wars, depending on his mood.

The fifth floor bar gets a visit, and there might be some familiar faces there to greet, or new faces, Billy is always open for company.

The Magic Studies Room gets a lot of his time and he’s very impressed that it’s been kept up with long after he’s been gone. It’s nice, feeling like he left his mark on this place, even after most people probably don’t remember him.

Which also brings him to the training center hoping to catch someone he knows, or to just get some practice in. It’s Christmas, who knows what Wonderland has in store for them in the next few weeks.
]

[ Feel free to encounter Billy anywhere. If you want to plot something out please feel free to hit me up on [plurk.com profile] courtings ]
givingback: (46.)

[personal profile] givingback 2018-12-12 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
I know that's your name because you're my mother.

[ Does that attitude seem familiar, or. ]

You were literally just with Jamie in our room; I came down to see what the woman on the network was talking about, and now, suddenly, you don't know who I am?

[ Is it an event? Is it magic gone wrong? She has no idea but she hates it already. ]
nineteenfortyfive: (INSANITY)

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-12-12 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[And that's not a name she expected to hear, though he's not far from her thoughts with the color of this girl's hair.]

Jamie? You don't mean--Jamie MacTavish?

[That's right. This Claire doesn't even know the man's real name.]

You're not making any sense. None of this is making any sense.

[She turns to leave. Where to? She has no bloody idea. Maybe she just needs to pace.]
thebetterone: (06)

fifth floor bar

[personal profile] thebetterone 2018-12-12 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, bartender.

[ back in wonderland? check. confused as hell about it? most definitely. but hey, weirder things have happened and she's asked less questions so she's just rolling with the punches.

also, bartender, that's you bro. ]


Do you card here? Is that a thing?
givingback: (31.)

[personal profile] givingback 2018-12-12 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
Jamie Mac - Jamie Fraser.

[ What the -

...oh. ]


Claire Randall.

[ Bree's skin goes hot, somehow her lips even feel chapped and this time it's her who moves to pace a little. This is somehow worse than anything she thought might happen. ]

Frank. Frank is still your husband.

[ The involuntary tears make her eyes sting. In some life, somewhere, her father is still alive. ]

What year is it?

[ She has to be sure. Right now she thinks something's happened to make her mother revert to a time far in the past, not that this a whole different person. ]
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Asriel Dreemurr | Undertale | ota

[personal profile] pleasereset 2018-12-12 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
[The last time Asriel was here, he didn't remember it snowing. Or the scattered holiday decorations all around the mansion. But here he is again, surrounded by pleasant holiday cheer.

The last thing he remembers... Frisk and Chara were gone, so was his mom. Was anyone he knew still here at this point? Maybe... maybe Chara came back somehow? Maybe they were here and he'd run into them at any moment!

Asriel searches around the mansion, both real side and mirror side, looking for familiar faces. Along the way, he touches and looks at the various holiday decorations. Someone might even find him under a nearby Christmas tree, apparently looking for someone.]


Pssst...! Chara, are you under here?
nineteenfortyfive: (FALLEN)

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-12-12 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Fraser?

[She doesn't know any Frasers. Claire stops, watching this redhead with confusion, but so far she's all she's got. Mother strangeness aside. And... name strangeness, apparently.]

Right. Randall. I'm Claire Randall.

[Not Claire Fraser--not yet, anyway. That's still some time off, though she has no way of knowing it.]

Wait, what do you mean still my husband? Have you seen him?

[She she might be avoiding the year thing. Even she's not sure how to answer it.]
theothermrgray: (behind me?)

Dorian Gray | The Picture of Dorian Gray | Eway CRAU

[personal profile] theothermrgray 2018-12-12 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Re-Arrival.

[A new life! That's what Dorian needed. He decided, on a whim that he would change for the better, and on that whim he grabbed a lamp from the table and ventured upstairs to the attic. Perhaps, with that one good deed he had done recently, that his portrait had already begun to reverse its aging? That impatient thought had put a spring in his step and a smile on his face...

... A smile that gave way to confusion when he opened the door and found himself in someone else's attic.

Wonderland's attic, now that he remembers.]


What the... Devil? [That's right! He was told he'd forget all about Wonderland when he left it! He cursed Wonderland's impeccable timing as he searched his pockets for his network device and attempted to make an announcement with it.]

... Oh, of course. The Network impedes me as well.[He sighs at the strange numbers on the screen before shutting the device off and stowing it away.] Perhaps I'll ask one of the scientists to fix it... Other than Sanchez, of course...

[As foolish as it is for him to stay in the attic, he needs a moment to take in the sudden shift in scenery.]

Thursday, the 13th

[At this point, he's been informed that he's been away far longer than a week from Wonderland's perspective.

Yes, he had perused the updated pamphlets and the colorful guide from the Pines twins. Yes, he got his room back in order and tried to make himself comfortable... He even managed to reclaim his pet rabbit, Basil, from the closets... Wherever Wonderland had been keeping the poor thing, Dorian did not know, but today he made a point to take it with him as he meanders through the halls.]


Good day, [He says as he greets a passerby,] And Happy Christmas, I suppose. How are you liking it here so far?

Saturday the 15th

[Well... He had promised himself to be on better behavior, but he seems to have gotten caught up in something else.

Namely, a extravagant Christmas Ball straight out of the 1890's. Musicians played their instruments, dancers twirled about the ballroom, patrons of society gathered to discuss other patrons... A dreamy atmosphere of seasonal mirth. Dorian helped himself to a glass of wine to join a group of revelers gathered at a table for a chat.

He was slightly relieved that nobody seemed to recognize him, but nobody welcomed him either... Or turned him away... Odd. He attempted to join the conversation, but nobody reacted when he spoke. It was as if they were blissfully ignoring him.]


Ah... Excuse me?

["Ah, yes! Dorian Gray!"]

Finally, I was beginning to wonder-

["Tis a shame what happened to him."
"What do you mean, 'tis a shame?' I'm actually glad we won't have to deal with him anymore!"
"Really, now? You're going to speak ill of the dead?"]


Dead? [Dorian spat, eyes wide open.] Ladies and gentlemen, I am clearly not dead! Don't you see me sitting next to you?

[Yet the conversation carried on as if he wasn't even there.
"You know, my uncle passed by Mr. Gray's house the night he died. Never suspected Gray was taking his final breath."
"Did he see the servants dismantling the balcony window?"
"How should I know? He didn't pay that much attention."
"Well, rumor has it they couldn't get the attic door open, so they had to undo the bolts on the window to get in! That's where they found the body, I hear, right in front of some painting..."

Dorian had heard enough. As his heart sank to the pits of his gut, he quietly excused himself from the table that never noticed him and made his way to the exit.

Perhaps you might run into him on the way out of the scene. Perhaps you may find him exiting the music room carrying an imaginary glass in his hand. Either way, his face has paled and he looks like he had seen a ghost. Tis a shame, really.]


WILDCARD!

[Behold, the return of Dorian Gray! Use this space for any other adventures you'd like to have with him.]
givingback: (35.)

[personal profile] givingback 2018-12-12 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's dead.

She doesn't say that of course, and Bree wets her lips, shaking her head. ]


He isn't here. This is...this place. It brings people from different worlds. Different times. My...

[ Her heart feels like it's going to either drop into her stomach or come up out of her through her throat. ]

My name is Bree. Randall.
theothermrgray: (concern)

[personal profile] theothermrgray 2018-12-12 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
Apparently so...?

[Dorian had only been in Wonderland for about thirty minutes now, but he is pretty sure it is too early for the Christmas decorations to be out... Unless...

No, that's impossible. He shakes the thought out of his head. Wonderland is capable of a million possible things, but... No, yes, how time works here...]


This would be a lot simpler if Wonderland had a real concept of time.
nineteenfortyfive: (BRUSH)

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-12-12 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
What?

[To all of it. Worlds? Times. Different times. Bree Randall, and she's insisting she's her mother. Christ.

Nothing will ever make sense again, so... why not? Claire pushes her hair back, fingers getting caught in the curls halfway, and so she drops her hands.]


Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ. You're serious.

[Her heart is beginning to pound so fast in her chest she feels lightheaded. Shock, she realizes.]
desherite: (ceci est mon sein)

[personal profile] desherite 2018-12-12 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
Hm. Well, at least we can profit from it, right?

[ nothing wrong with a little festivity!! ]
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Ralsei | Deltarune

[personal profile] lonelyprince 2018-12-12 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[This place is so bright and festive compared to the Dark World. Ralsei feels like he should be questioning how he got here in the first place and if it's something he should be worried about, but everything is so bright and festive... and there's so many people here! Though they look a little confused.]

My goodness, I didn't realize it was Gyftmas already! I would've brought a cake if I knew beforehand...

[Because bringing cake to a party is a bigger priority than this maybe being a kidnapping? It's probably fine, though.]
assistanting: (i can hear as you tap on your jar)

april ludgate-dwyer | ota

[personal profile] assistanting 2018-12-12 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
No.

[ yeah. ]

Nope, not again.

[ and that's even ignorant of the possibility there might be people who remember here from a much more recent visit, she's just #over the last one. ]

Just put me back in boring Pawnee. It's cool. I'm good.

Linda Martin | Lucifer (Will match style)

[personal profile] professorfeelgood 2018-12-12 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
Arrival

It's not entirely unheard of for one in Linda's profession to suffer from a break due to the stress and emotions that are part of the job. Certainly when one has been dealing with the sort of people that Linda has, it can certainly get a lot messier and cause the mind to compensate.

Why her mind has picked Christmas though for her mental setting is beyond her.

Running her hand along the wall, moving to tug at one of the stockings, testing it as if to see if it will disappear when questioned.

"All signs point to a complete and total break from reality. I've never seen a room like this and I don't know anyone that celebrates this outlandishly." Peering at the stocking, one brow lifts in curiosity. "And while I'm familiar with the legends of Grendel, I can't imagine leaving a stocking for a mythological figure."

Repressing a sigh, she turns in place and looks around for familiar faces, anything that might let her know she hasn't entirely lost her mind. If this isn't a psychotic break, then there must be familiar faces around.

"Lucifer? Mazikeen? If this is Hell, it's definitely not like anything I ever imagined. This really makes lakes of fire into a curious metaphor."

Later in the week

Coming to realize that this isn't insanity, at last not her own, Linda is determined to learn as much as she can about this place for as long as she might be there. Even if she won't remember it, there's just too much here to study. More than that, too many people. People that make being friends with the devil and a demon almost seem common.

Even if that connection, that "safety" net that comes with the neon and familiarity of Lux doesn't often draw her there for a drink and to compose her notes in numerous notebooks she's drawn from the closets. An interesting twist on reality she can often be found toying with, tempting it with harder and more obscure things to summon.