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[ en ] tranceway . m . o . d . s. ([personal profile] vitaelamorte) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2020-01-05 11:52 am

+ Now I've Nothing Left to Give +

Who: Everyone
Where: What's left of Wonderland
When: Beginning on 1/5
Rating: PG-13 to be safe, warn if going higher
Summary: Welcome to end game.
The Story:

Every part of the Mansion is gone except for parts of the first floor and on 1/5, the lights go out. The stairs go nowhere, and everything looks distinctly abandoned and dark. We suggest you find your loved ones, and stay close to them. This might be it. Maybe you’ll really die here.

Later that same day, the first floor begins to crumble away. Gravity is gone, and everyone rises into the void. There are probably tears and goodbyes. Maybe even conversations of when they’ll have to start eating each other to survive.

But then, there is a bright flash of light. A familiar light to anyone who has dealt with the Core before. It washes over everyone and suddenly you are somewhere else. Maybe you’re even someone else.

Everyone will find themselves in dream-like versions of pother worlds; memories from the absolute bottom of Wonderland’s barrel. These are things it has been sitting on for decades that it threw out there so everyone would have a place to land and finally get some food and water. Maybe your character finds themself having a drink at the Cantina from Star Wars with the Cantina Band on repeat until the end of time. Maybe your character is a magical person who traded their soul for the ability to fight witches. Maybe you just really, really wanted a Harry Potter AU one more time. Almost anything is fair game!

These will truly feel like dreams due to the fact that Dream Side is no longer a separate place in Wonderland, meaning that it will be relatively easy for characters to snap out of their respective AUs if needed, though some characters will naturally be better at that than others. There will be weak points in the events where people can slip back out into the black void, where they will see hundreds of little wisps of events in pale rainbow colors. They can travel into any of these to try and recover their friends. Anyone who went missing when the mansion started disappearing can be found here. Sometimes, if no one is in an event, its light will go out. It is unclear how long Wonderland can truly sustain this.

Go forth and break free from events one last time! And it might be a good idea to figure out how the heck you’ll get out of this one alive.

Please post a top level for each event with the relevant details (what you might see on the bulletin board) so that others can come play in the events you've created! We will also put up a top level specific to the void for anyone who wants to thread their characters in between the different event wisps.

Here is the info post for this log, along with it's FAQ and a few event suggestions.
charlastan: Happier - Guster (Lose your friends)

[personal profile] charlastan 2020-01-13 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
When Stan turns up by Ford's side, his hair's a good inch shorter than it was when he got on the boat. He's just spent the last hour or so getting the rest of the toffee peanuts cut out of his hair from the stupid candy racing world, and he has no idea where his fez wound up in this mess.

(He's pointedly Not Saying Anything About It, but it's not the greatest cut he's ever gotten.)

"How's it lookin', Poindexter?" he asks. "Any luck with this thing or what?"
entreats: but better is no excuse for tonight (so you almost feel better)

[personal profile] entreats 2020-01-13 12:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hm?" She seems a tad surprised that he's bring that up now while they're in the middle of a murder investigation. But there's so many people running around trying to find out what's happened, she supposes a change of topic can't hurt.

"No. I was supposed to go to school here, but I blacked out as soon as I entered the building. Isn't it the same for all of us?"
entreats: (solitude still holds you)

[personal profile] entreats 2020-01-13 12:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's a nice thought. But we're not on tv. This is real."

Steven shouldn't have become a magical boy, she thinks. Looks-wise and personality-wise he's definitely much more suited for it. He practically seems like the perfect image of one so far. But the ideal looks or personality for this sort of thing don't suit the reality of what magical girls have to do. Isn't the latter more suited for cynical girls like her who don't have anything in particular to live for anyway?

"If there really was a way to do that.. Then surely someone would have found out already by now."
Edited 2020-01-13 12:14 (UTC)
agemofchange: (puzzled)

[personal profile] agemofchange 2020-01-13 12:44 pm (UTC)(link)
He does have regrets about his choices, but there's no turning back now. And at least he's still helping people by fighting the good fight.

"Well, it did take people thousands of years to invent a lot of things, like pizza and tv. It seems like there's always new things that can be discovered!" But he shakes his head and waves a hand to dismiss the subject. "B-but these are just some silly thoughts of mine. We can just drop that subject!"

The sand mound slowly begins moving and forming into the shape of a castle.
entreats: (you can't make your way to anywhere)

[personal profile] entreats 2020-01-13 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, being interrupted is one way to drop the subject, huh. Because at first Ange dismissed the movement of the sand as just an effect of Steven kicking it up, but it's pretty much impossible for it to start forming a sandcastle by itself.

It's so close to where he's standing too. And while Ange likes to act all cool and uncaring, worry does immediately set in when she sees it.

"Steven, watch out!" She's already running as she says it, pushing him out of the way of the sandbox. But as they land, the scenery around them has already changed - they're in the witch's dimension.
agemofchange: (No don't!)

[personal profile] agemofchange 2020-01-14 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
It's certainly one way to be interrupted! He was so caught up in that discussion, that he did not even notice what was going on with the sand. But then Ange pushed him - and they found themselves within the witch's dimension.

Quickly, Steven tried to get his bearings and generated his magical shield. He managed to breathe a "Thanks!" to Ange before trying to focus on the task at hand. They were in the Sand Witch's domain now, and some creatures were rolling towards them! He took some deep breaths as he prepared himself for the coming battle.

"I- I guess we found it!!"
eatsyourscience: (another cog in the murder machine)

[personal profile] eatsyourscience 2020-01-14 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
Souji's used to staying up late and so it's no trouble him at all to be wandering at night, looking for witches. He's a little tall and...male...for being a magical girl, but here we are. His powers--to unveil the truth hidden behind lies--aren't so different from Tohru's really but he has a more practical weapon

His wish--to bring his cousin back just after she'd died--was worth it to him. Turning into a witch eventually doesn't scare him. Not yet, anyway. If he has time later, he'll be scared.

When he comes upon Tohru swinging her crosier around like a crazy person, he pauses, one hand on his hip and watches for a minute before approaching. Cautiously. He doesn't want to get hit.

"What are you doing?" There's no judgment in his tone; it's an honest question.
eatsyourscience: (I am tired of tears and laughter)

[personal profile] eatsyourscience 2020-01-14 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
He makes a soft humming sound to acknowledge what she's saying, though he's not really agreeing. He's quiet, thinking over what to say next. He wants to snap her out of it but doesn't want to be forceful about it.

"What are you?"

He figures she'll know he's asking what super high school level whatever she is.
tinyfoods: (It's beautiful)

[personal profile] tinyfoods 2020-01-14 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
She follows behind Ford and once they're in his lab, she literally has to hold onto her hair with both hands to avoid touching everything. All the things. She turns in a little circle, looking at things, but her attention is quickly captured by the display screen and she goes over to look at it more closely.

"What's complicated about it?"

When she did it, she just ran a cable from the Core to the Black Garnet. Given, the Black Garnet was a rune stone and very special, and she doesn't exactly have it with her to use a second time. But she can't imagine it being that hard to replicate her experiment.

"I mean, assuming we can pin it down..."

She trails off, her face practically touching the screen as she pokes at the data as though she might be able to physically manipulate it.
tinyfoods: (So far so bad)

[personal profile] tinyfoods 2020-01-14 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh no, I made this because life is so much easier with technology."

She shifts the pad to one hand and uses the other to pet one of her pigtails before it moves on its own and taps Ange on the shoulder.

"I have these!"
adaptiveimmunities: (Really?)

[personal profile] adaptiveimmunities 2020-01-14 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Background here]

Shaun is bored. It's not an unusual occurrence for him--there's a lot of waiting when you're a Jaeger pilot. In the time-honored tradition of bored people everywhere, he's managed to get himself a fist-sized rubber ball, and he's taken to bouncing it off the walls in quiet moments. Apparently being an adult means that you're not allowed to physically climb walls anymore.

He glances over at his copilot, sister, everything important to him. "Is it bad I'm hoping for an alarm? It's probably bad, isn't it?"
choosetruth: (i'm seeing kids standing tall)

[personal profile] choosetruth 2020-01-14 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
Georgia, who is just as antsy but much better at finding things that need doing that can occupy her attention, shoots him a sharp look through her sunglasses.

"Don't ask questions you already know the answer to."

She's studying some reports, looking at patterns in Kaiju attacks. Not her job, but she's never let that stop her from looking for the truth. She doesn't know what would happen if they found a way to stop the Kaijus permanently and she and Shaun lost the Drift, but that's a problem they're not likely to live to see. She can still do her part.
adaptiveimmunities: (gonna fight a zombie moose)

[personal profile] adaptiveimmunities 2020-01-14 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
"And miss out on any of the many opportunities for you to call me an idiot? Why would I do that?" He grins at her, but stops bouncing his ball against the wall so that he can sit up in his seat to give her a curious look. "So, have you found the Grand Unifying Theory of the Kaiju yet?" It may not be their job to be anything more than cannon fodder, but he's never met anyone who can tell George she can't investigate something. If she needs a sounding board, he's happy to help, even if he's not really the brains of their particular operation.
entreats: (are supposed to be the truth)

[personal profile] entreats 2020-01-14 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then there's only one thing left to do!"

See, awkward social interactions? Not Ange's thing at all. She's so bad at those. But fighting, now that's something she's a lot better at. It feels so much more simple, despite having such higher stakes.

She spreads her arms out in front of them, and out of nowhere a thick old-looking tome appears in it. It opens by itself, pages flipping as if being blown by the wind.

"Let's go!" At her command floating ornate stakes appear in the air, darting towards the creatures, making a few of said creatures dissolve into piles of sand after getting hit.
ssmisery: (shut it la goon)

[personal profile] ssmisery 2020-01-14 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"We've had literal hell before," Lapis mutters. More than once, technically; maybe that does leave room for this one to be Ange's personal hell, actually, but whatever that's not the point. With the hippo still going, Lapis interrupts to address it again, more firmly. "I think that... dog guy or whatever was calling for you, so why don't you go tell him about your plant food."

That does seem to be enough to tip the hippo over into actually intending to leave, although it still requires a bit more nattering to reach the point of putting that intent into action. After a few more thanks and appreciations, it finally begins trundling away, on a note of: "I'll have to keep you in mind the next time I need something!"

Lapis heaves a long sigh.
entreats: (to come back home)

[personal profile] entreats 2020-01-14 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
In any other place that would be a very weird and unsettling question, but at least it makes sense within this very specific school. Especially following up on what he asked before.

"Super High School Level Heir. Not much that'd help with this kind of situation."
entreats: but better is no excuse for tonight (so you almost feel better)

[personal profile] entreats 2020-01-14 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Ange doesn't startle easily. But moving hair is not exactly something she sees from other magical girls often, so there is definitely a slight crack in her pokerface when she's suddenly tapped on the shoulder like that. It disappears quickly, but it sure was there.

"Your.. hair is your weapon? I've never seen that before."
agemofchange: (action!)

[personal profile] agemofchange 2020-01-15 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
Ange really seems to be in her element! It's somewhat intimidating. But at the same time, it's also inspiring? He doesn't want to slack, especially when his friend's life is on the line!

Surrounded by pink energy, he brings his own magic into play! He generates a pink shield, which he throws discus-style to cleave through some more of the creatures. His fists are then surrounded by a pair of small magical pink bubbles as he rushes forward to take the fight to them!
entreats: (i abandon my body)

[personal profile] entreats 2020-01-15 12:37 pm (UTC)(link)
At least the creature is gone. For now. That last part is pretty vital to that statement, considering it seems they always return after a while. Is it impossible to just be left alone in this weird, weird village?

Thankfully she is at least joined with the person most likely to understand why Ange hates this place so much.

"I think I would prefer literal hell at this point. Or the sweet release of death. What's wrong with these animals?"
entreats: (you can't make your way to anywhere)

[personal profile] entreats 2020-01-15 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Ange is glad that she has control over where the stakes go flying, considering she wouldn't want one to accidentally drive itself into Steven now he's so close to the witch's familiars. It'd be terribly ironic if she killed him right after fussing about him potentially being killed by a witch for being too softhearted..

But since she's making sure they don't fly too close to Steven, it's all going fine. Most of the creatures are going down through their combined efforts.

"The main one has got to be in the direction of where all these small fry are coming from!"

She means the witch, but that word is still missing from her memories, no matter that she isn't exactly her usual self right now.
agemofchange: (serious steven)

[personal profile] agemofchange 2020-01-15 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
It's one way to add stakes to the battle!

After driving off some more of the small creatures, ge glances towards the Sandbox Witch, before looking back towards Ange.

"Right! We... We have to stop that one!" He pauses with a frown. "Do... you have a plan?"
entreats: (she'll find someone to need her)

[personal profile] entreats 2020-01-15 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, if she happens to be literally made of sand, it really would have helped if we had someone here with water powers who could conjure up a literal water cannon."

It's mostly meant in a serious way, but with Ange's dry tone it almost sounds like it could have been a deadpan joke too..

"But since it's just the two of us, we'll have to make do. Let's get past these things and see what the situation back there is first."
krmvgivv: (dipper21)

[personal profile] krmvgivv 2020-01-15 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's... practical." Much more so than Mabel's crate of gummy worms and sprinkles. But Dipper still hasn't been able to bring himself to try it. "What's it made out of?"

He asks, not sure he wants to know.
agemofchange: (coy)

[personal profile] agemofchange 2020-01-15 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then this would really be a wash!" He gives a weak laugh, trying to bring the hint of a light-hearted vibe.

If they're going to work on getting closer, Steven proceeds to conjure a pink shield that's facing down, making it more like a floating shield. And it's large enough to fit two.

"Alright then, Ange. Need a ride?"
tinyfoods: (Babies get in line)

[personal profile] tinyfoods 2020-01-16 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Right? They're magnificent."

She really couldn't be happier with herself, even though she didn't actually choose it. And also as though it wasn't a little impractical.

"Oh! We're almost there!"

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