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[ en ] tranceway . m . o . d . s. ([personal profile] vitaelamorte) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2019-09-11 10:26 am

+ Something Is Coming +

Who: Everyone! (Plus a special guest.)
Where: In their dreams
When: 9/11-9/13
Rating: Let's go with PG-13
Summary: Something is coming...
The Story:

Starting on the night of September 11 and continuing for the following 2 nights, characters will go to sleep as normal. However, they will find that their dreams are unexpectedly vivid. Even characters who don't normally dream will experience this. Even characters who don't normally sleep will experience it.

Many of Wonderland's guests have dealt with events that distorted their dreams before, but this? This is a little different. Because something is coming in those dreams. Something not altogether friendly.

If you'd like your character to encounter this...something, post their dreams to this log.
choosetruth: (georgia34)

[personal profile] choosetruth 2019-09-27 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Georgia finally gets free of her bonds and scrambles back, barely making it away in time. "Is this an event?" she asks as she reaches for the door. It doesn't open. She needs to give a clean blood test to pass. Fucking hell. "How are you here? You're dead!"
manxomnivore: (swallow)

[personal profile] manxomnivore 2019-09-27 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"How could I be dead when I'm needed so badly?"

Needed for what? For cutting people up with a sword apparently.

Each time she swings the sword, it creates another tear in the fabric of space.
choosetruth: (georgia15)

[personal profile] choosetruth 2019-10-01 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know that feeling," she mutters. Since apparently her own world wanted her so badly it made a second version. She'd be flattered if she weren't furious.

The tears in reality are alarming. How does it even work? Georgia doesn't have time to consider her actions, just to act. She backs up against the door, ready to duck. If a crazy woman is trying to murder her, at least she can take advantage of it and get out of here.
manxomnivore: (consume)

[personal profile] manxomnivore 2019-10-04 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
The rifts begin to widen, expanding, obscuring the Queen of Hearts from view. They leave behind a bright white nothingness.
choosetruth: (but let us seize the day)

[personal profile] choosetruth 2019-10-10 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
"What the fuck." Georgia feels her pulse quickening at that all-consuming white. She wishes Shaun were here. She wishes she weren't here. She clings to the doorknob like it's the only thing that's keeping her from collapsing, either into the nothingness or to the floor.
manxomnivore: (ingest)

[personal profile] manxomnivore 2019-10-12 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"But he isn't here."

The voice still belongs to the Queen of Hearts, but there's the distinct impression given off that whatever it comes from is significantly larger than her.
choosetruth: (georgia16)

[personal profile] choosetruth 2019-10-16 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Georgia narrows her eyes. She didn't say that aloud. She knows she didn't.

"Are you reading my mind?"
manxomnivore: (consume)

[personal profile] manxomnivore 2019-10-19 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's your dream isn't it?"

A shadow starts to form in the brightness.
choosetruth: (minute by minute that's how you win it)

[personal profile] choosetruth 2019-10-24 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Is it?" The shadow is probably meant to be bad, but she can only be relieved that it's interrupting the white brightness. It makes it easier for her to think. "It can't be just my dream, can it? This is Wonderland bullshit."

There's a whole Dream Side. It tracks that their dreams might not be safe.
manxomnivore: (consume)

[personal profile] manxomnivore 2019-10-26 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"But I'm only a guest in it, aren't I?"

The Queen of Hearts reappears in the otherwise blank whiteness. The Vorpal Sword is no where to be seen.
choosetruth: (georgia16)

[personal profile] choosetruth 2019-11-11 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
“Guest implies you were invited. You’re an intruder.” Georgia crosses her arms, keeping herself pressed against the door.