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entrancelogs2019-12-15 01:55 pm
singloversing) wrote in entrancelogs2019-12-15 01:55 pm
What do you do with a BA in English? | OPEN
Who: Wirt [singloversing] and YOU
Where: Mostly the library, unless you drag him away from it
When: December 1st - 24th
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Wirt tries to help in the only way he's equipped to - by reading poetry.
The Story:
A. Library (Dec 1st-12th)
It starts out as Wirt avoiding things, as is often the case for him when something is troubling him. He doesn't know how to feel about what he's discovered about himself, or rather what he is apparently lacking. He's fortunate, he supposes, in that he said exactly the right thing (or the wrong thing, perhaps) to make everyone around him know exactly what was missing.
So, he knows what the hole is. There's a hole where a brother is supposed to be, a brother he doesn't remember and has never known.
The first few days of the month are spent with his nose in non-fiction books on memory, because it's the easiest comfort. Maybe he can...fix it? No, he can't fix it. But he can learn more about it and that's nearly as good.
But then, people start to bring him poetry from their advent calendars, asking for interpretations as though they're fortunes or ill omens, or have some sort of secret code. And at first, he's unsure if he's qualified to interpret them that way, but he's easily roped into it. By the tenth day, even he's received a poem, one that's haunting given his current situation.
Forget not yet. Forget not yet.
B. Library Again (Dec 13th-18th)
The books on memory are quickly replaced by books on poetry, and soon Wirt finds himself in the library nearly every day. There have been a lot of poems given out, and at first he was looking at them individually, but now that there have been so many he's starting to see connections between them.
All of them are sort of dark in their own ways. There's no happy or romantic poetry.
He's copied each one down so he can scribble his own notes and connections between them. He gets so absorbed in this project that it's several days before he realizes what is happening outside.
C. Library - He might just live here now (Dec 19th-23rd)
The influx of poems has come to a halt, and the gifts in his own advent calendar have gotten much worse. Wirt shrieked pretty loud when there was just a live spider in it one day, and the others haven't been much of an improvement.
Things feel rather dire, and Wirt has no idea what to do about it. He snuck a peek outside, just one, and the sight was so startling that he retreated right back into the library. It isn't even the void itself that scares him. As far as he can remember, Wonderland has never had an event last so long before, not even at the holidays.
He saw that message Bill had sent out weeks about, and he's tried not to think about it, but what if it's true? What if Wonderland is just falling apart?
D. Closed to Dipper (December 24th)
Wonderland is closing in on itself, and Wirt is terrified. He almost doesn't want to open the last drawer of his advent calendar, as though he's afraid it might explode or something.
But when he finally summons the nerve, there's only a piece of paper in it. Six lines, written in code. Their similar lengths make him wonder if it's one last poem, but he has no idea how to crack it himself.
Thankfully, he knows someone who does.
Hey, Dipper? I know there's definitely like a lot more to worry about right now but did you get some kind of code in your advent calendar?
E. Other (whenever!)
For anything that doesn't fit anywhere else! ♥
singloversing] and YOUWhere: Mostly the library, unless you drag him away from it
When: December 1st - 24th
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Wirt tries to help in the only way he's equipped to - by reading poetry.
The Story:
A. Library (Dec 1st-12th)
It starts out as Wirt avoiding things, as is often the case for him when something is troubling him. He doesn't know how to feel about what he's discovered about himself, or rather what he is apparently lacking. He's fortunate, he supposes, in that he said exactly the right thing (or the wrong thing, perhaps) to make everyone around him know exactly what was missing.
So, he knows what the hole is. There's a hole where a brother is supposed to be, a brother he doesn't remember and has never known.
The first few days of the month are spent with his nose in non-fiction books on memory, because it's the easiest comfort. Maybe he can...fix it? No, he can't fix it. But he can learn more about it and that's nearly as good.
But then, people start to bring him poetry from their advent calendars, asking for interpretations as though they're fortunes or ill omens, or have some sort of secret code. And at first, he's unsure if he's qualified to interpret them that way, but he's easily roped into it. By the tenth day, even he's received a poem, one that's haunting given his current situation.
Forget not yet. Forget not yet.
B. Library Again (Dec 13th-18th)
The books on memory are quickly replaced by books on poetry, and soon Wirt finds himself in the library nearly every day. There have been a lot of poems given out, and at first he was looking at them individually, but now that there have been so many he's starting to see connections between them.
All of them are sort of dark in their own ways. There's no happy or romantic poetry.
He's copied each one down so he can scribble his own notes and connections between them. He gets so absorbed in this project that it's several days before he realizes what is happening outside.
C. Library - He might just live here now (Dec 19th-23rd)
The influx of poems has come to a halt, and the gifts in his own advent calendar have gotten much worse. Wirt shrieked pretty loud when there was just a live spider in it one day, and the others haven't been much of an improvement.
Things feel rather dire, and Wirt has no idea what to do about it. He snuck a peek outside, just one, and the sight was so startling that he retreated right back into the library. It isn't even the void itself that scares him. As far as he can remember, Wonderland has never had an event last so long before, not even at the holidays.
He saw that message Bill had sent out weeks about, and he's tried not to think about it, but what if it's true? What if Wonderland is just falling apart?
D. Closed to Dipper (December 24th)
Wonderland is closing in on itself, and Wirt is terrified. He almost doesn't want to open the last drawer of his advent calendar, as though he's afraid it might explode or something.
But when he finally summons the nerve, there's only a piece of paper in it. Six lines, written in code. Their similar lengths make him wonder if it's one last poem, but he has no idea how to crack it himself.
Thankfully, he knows someone who does.
Hey, Dipper? I know there's definitely like a lot more to worry about right now but did you get some kind of code in your advent calendar?
E. Other (whenever!)
For anything that doesn't fit anywhere else! ♥
a, december 12th
But then she notices people bringing him poems. And after a while, she herself finds one in her advent boxes as well, so that's when she finally does approach him.
"Hey. You were looking at these?" She holds a paper with a poem on it in her hand.
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"Hey Ange," he says, trying to sound very casual and not at all like he's barely left the library in a week. "You got one too?"
There's almost a dozen poems spread out on the table, along with a notebook he's been writing in. So far there don't seem to be duplicates, but he can't say that definitively just yet.
"A lot of people received poetry," he says. "They all seem to be from different authors, but I'm trying to see if there's some kind of pattern to them, or something. Maybe some kind of meaning behind the themes..."
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For what it's worth, she at least doesn't really seem to judge him for his recent holding up in the library deal. She more just seems pretty aloof as she puts the poem she got down on the table as well among the other poems so he can read it.
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"That...really is ominous, wow," he says, in the wake of the final verses. "It really does fit right in though. Most of them have been either about death or loneliness in some way, except for a few I can't really pin down."
He slides her poem to a row of other death-related poems. They're arranged in three groups, with the other two being loneliness-related and miscellaneous. Then, he removes one from the third category for her to see.
"This is the one I received, and I'm pretty sure it's just mocking me."
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Wow Wirt, you said a swear!!It's slightly surprising that he reads it out loud. If not just since Ange could never bear to read a poem out loud without cringing really badly. Heck, if it wasn't for her pokerface she'd probably be cringing just at him reading it, but she manages to keep her face in check.
Instead she just grabs the poem he's showing to her, reading it silently.
"Because of the forgetting?" She remembers their last talk, after all. "That kind of has to do with this place too though, right? Everyone seems to be forgetting stuff all the time." Including the both of them.
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"Well...yeah, I guess," he admits. "I dunno. I was already looking into memory stuff when I got mine so I was kind of mad about it."
He frowns though, as he thinks about it beyond just the kneejerk reaction to agree that it's silly. It's still a little silly, but.
"...Plus, if it's about this place and the fact that it takes our memories, why would it say not to forget? 'Forget not yet' it says, but isn't that what Wonderland wants everyone to do? Forget?"
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While Ange does tend to look at this logically first most of the time, she's too used to the concept of being mocked - even without the memories of witches, considering they're not even the only ones who did it! - that she wouldn't put it past this place to taunt Wirt with this poem.
"Although if Wonderland really is growing less and less powerful, it's kind of dumb if it's wasting its last energy on that kind of petty thing."
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Something about that makes him pause a little more seriously though, as a thought sinks in.
"...Maybe it really does mean something. I-I mean, it would be weird for it to waste its energy at this point, right? So maybe it's something Wonderland thinks is important."
A, December 9th
"Hey."
He comes closer to Wirt, who doesn't look too busy to interrupt, though Souji will go again if the other boy doesn't want company.
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So, he rubs a tired eye and looks up from his work.
"Oh, hey Souji. What's up?"
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With so few people left, the diner isn't all that busy. Two workers are too many sometimes, so he's left it to Tohru for now.
"What about you? Find anything out about the poems?"
He doesn't know for sure that's what Wirt was doing, but it's a pretty good guess.
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He shrugs a little, losing confidence as he tries to explain it.
"For the most part they're all...kind of sad? They talk a lot about loneliness and nostalgia."
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"Mine was like that, too." His was a bit disturbing, if he's honest.
"I wonder how Wonderland could be lonely if we're all here."
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He pauses, second-guessing himself for a just a second. But eventually he puts the thought back together in a more coherent way.
"We've had a lot of people leave recently, right? Do you think it could be that? Like, we're here, but...it's a lot quieter than it used to be."
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B! December 13th
At least he was until things started going down hill very fast. So now he's just trying to visit all the places that meant something to him once upon a time. And seeing whoever is around that also means something to him. Which makes finding Wirt's head in a book a welcome sight.
Mettaton approaches from behind and peers over the human's shoulder, then speaks.]
Oh! Poetry! Are you looking at these for pleasure or business?
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Uh...both, I guess? I like poetry, but everyone started getting these weird poems in their advent calendars so I'm trying to find a pattern in them. Wonderland loves secret messages and all that.
D - action
I might have gotten the key. Where are you?
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[You know, where he's been almost constantly for the last twenty four days. By the end he just moved his advent calendar there, but he'll try to hide it beneath the table before Dipper arrives.]
Can you bring it over?