[Event!]

[vitaelamorte]

Who: Everyone!
Where: Dream bubbles
When: 9/15-9/16
Rating: PG
Summary: Everyone is stuck with their memories. And some other people.
The Story:
This log's pretty straightforward. There is one thread per group for the first day or two of the event, before people are able to leave their initial dream bubble groupings. ♥ If you have any questions, grab a mod on AIM.

EDIT: The mods have decided to let everyone continue with phase two of the event in this one log, since there's overlap between being stuck in the bubbles and moving between them.

So if you're posting to a group thread that isn't your initial group, just your thread with what day of the event it takes place on so people will know it's not from the first day or so.

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Group 1

[vitaelamorte]

Blaine Anderson, Alex Kralie, Sam Winchester, Souji Seta, Santana Lopez

Blaine Anderson - Dalton

[blaineanderbooty]

[Blaine's memories are fairly boring. He's...doing homework. Yes, that's right, Blaine's dream bubbled himself back to Dalton Academy for Boys - your run of the mill high end private school for rich folks. The usual.

Anyway, Blaine is studying what appears to be chemistry. And honestly won't figure out that this is something he's done before - this exact chapter, these exact problems with these exact answers - until someone he doesn't recognize happens upon him. Every once in a while, he scratches his head or looks up contemplatively, feeling the deja vu. But never thinking anything of it. He simply shakes it off and goes back to getting through his problems. He has a test in half an hour and chemistry's his worst subject.]

Group 2

[vitaelamorte]

George Lass, Yousuke Hanamura, Philip, Dean Winchester, Natasha Romanova

George Lass; Der Waffle Haus

[akapeanut]

Oatmeal with raisins. Every day, or at least nearly every day. What can she say, she's got a pattern. Just like how she sits in the same booth every day and talks to the same people every day and gets the same post-it notes (well, not exactly the same). She does the same job and then, when that's done and she's washed the blood out of her hair, she does her other one. And then she goes home and she kisses a girl with full lips and strong fingers.

...Wait, uh. Wait, no. That's in the mansion. If she was really home, she wouldn't remember any of...that.

"Fuck." George stares openly at her memory of Rube, hands shaking. After the last event, she's actually even less ready for this.

After all, what would be worse? Getting killed two events in the row, or getting killed by her own memory of Rube?

George shakes her head sharply, vaults out of the booth and out the door. Anywhere but here, with them. Kill me in the parking lot, just don't kill me in there.

Group 3

[vitaelamorte]

Jay, Clint Barton, Mamimi Samejima, Amaterasu, Karkat Vantas

Karkat Vantas - The Land of Pulse and Haze

[forevercapslock]

Karkat has quite a bit of experience with dream bubbles by now. It doesn't take him long at all to figure out what's going on. The harder part is vacating his memory as soon as he can so that no one else will find it. The Land of Pulse and Haze isn't the easiest place to navigate and...maybe...he's feeling a little nostalgic.

Maybe.

Just a little.

So he lingers a little more than he really ought to, making it possible for others to chance upon it.

Amaterasu - Yamato's Ark

[forgottenmother]

Ammy flattened her ears, growling deep in her throat. She sensed the presence of demons nearby. The terrified and agonized screams of people filled her ears, but she had no idea where they were coming from.

Hesitating for a split second, the wolf goddess made her way through the Ark, dreading what she may find.

Mamimi Samejima - Under the Bridge

[blackflamed]

Mabase is very small and covered with fog. Enormous clouds of it. It escapes from the Plant not far away. So maybe it's more like smoke. Same difference.

Mamimi doesn't know where she is most of the time, anyway. Today's not much different. But she knows this place. So maybe she'll stick around for a little while.

Clint Barton - SHIELD Helicarrier

[doesntmiss]

He's wandering. Poking around the corridors and meeting rooms and training rooms and all sorts of different purpose rooms. Getting his bearings. Really, he has no idea what he's supposed to be doing here, and he's feeling a little stir-crazy and a little restless.

It all seems awkwardly familiar, deja vu permeating everything he sees, even though it's supposed to be new.

Strange. But he figures he'll just keep walking.

Group 4

[vitaelamorte]

Thorfinn, Eleanor Lamb, Peacock, The Lorax, Dave Strider

The Lorax, The Truffula Forest

[speaksforthetrees]

The Lorax doesn't sleep, exactly. He rests. He recharges. But he doesn't really sleep like humans and animals. So one second he's seated on his bed, brainstorming ways to get home, and the next he's there.

The Truffula Forest. The Valley. Home.

Why's he so surprised, exactly? It's not like he's left! In fact, he's got a barbaloot tugging on his arm and oh, he wants help getting that fruit? Sheesh, has he gotta do all the work? Keepin' an eye on Beanpole, and now his family...

Wait, didn't his family leave?

...No, they just got here.

No! No, they left! They did!

What in wocket is going on?!

The Lorax sets off, ignoring what he's sure is just a memory filled with healthy trees in favor of answers and a way out. Seems like that's all he's been looking for lately.

[urnewkingbitch]

Dave blinked as he glanced around his surroundings. He was on the meteor that was blasting off faster than Team Rocket in a Pokemon episode toward the relative unknown of the Alpha Sburb session. The teen put his hands in his pockets as he walked up the stairs to the surface of the rock.

Everything...looked the same, but he never remembered it being quite so empty before. He frowned slightly. This didn't feel right. He felt like he should be somewhere else. His thoughts were a little muddled, though.

Group 5

[vitaelamorte]

Kurt Hummel, Tony Stark, Shinjiro Aragaki, Sollux Captor, Buckingham

Kurt Hummel; McKinley High School

[thisisherson]

"Girl's locker room's next door."

Kurt's livid. He's not going to back down and let Karofsky just shove him around. So he's followed him into the boy's locker room and...

...And didn't this happen before?

"What is your problem?" He strides right up to Karofsky, but it feels like he's walking steps he's already taken. Saying things he's already said. They don't even sound like his own words anymore.

"Excuse me?"

"What are you so scared of?"

"Besides you sneaking in here to peek at my junk?"

Kurt rants then, and every motion, every gesture feels repeated. He's been here before, and he's done this before. He's pushing and fighting back with his words, and Karofsky is growling, begging him not to. They're both moving closer; Karofsky slams his locker and it makes Kurt flinch. But why?

And then, he knows.

Their lips barely touch once before Kurt shoves Karofsky as hard as he can. He stumbles back, wide-eyed like he's woken up from a nightmare. And Karofsky stares back, stunned. His whole world has been rocked with that slight difference. He steps forward to try again, but he doesn't even come close. Kurt is sprinting out the door.

Karofsky does not follow, but Kurt spends the better part of the day wandering the school, wondering how he got stuck in this little personal hell of a memory.

Group 6

[vitaelamorte]

John Watson, Brittany Pierce, Aikawa Yuu, James Potter, Nepeta Leijon

James Potter; Hogsmeade

[pottershotter]

It's a quaint little wizarding village, and the only bit of civilization near Hogwarts at all. It's the week before the Christmas holidays, sixth year, and while strictly speaking there isn't a Hogsmeade weekend scheduled for the school, that's never stopped James and his friends before.

James remembers it well - they've decided to have a last hurrah before Remus and Peter go home to their families, and James and Sirius go home to James' family. James has already promised that if Mrs. Black sends them a Howler Christmas Eve that they'll send one right back to her. They're going to spend most of the week coming up with ways to jinx it, like enchanting it to stick to her fingers, or hover up near the ceiling just out of reach.

But, this is the last weekend the four of them will be together before the break, and it's only natural to celebrate it like they're going off to war, never to be heard from again. It's snowy and cold, and they've all decided to hold up in The Three Broomsticks, where Madam Rosmerta was used to seeing them turn up without the rest of their classmates. She'd learned to stop reporting them years ago, as it never really stopped them anyway.

James and Sirius charm her, not with their wands, but with their goofiness and their grins, and their insistence that Peter is actually old enough to be her grandfather, but had been cursed to remain small and young his whole life. Eventually, she relents, and they bring back four glasses of firewhiskey to the table, one for each of them. ("And one each is all you boys are getting, you hear me?"). They were victorious, and they are unstoppable.

But...somehow, none of this feels right to James. Or, well. It feels right, but it felt like something that had happened before. Almost like a dream or a memory. Or maybe even like they aren't unstoppable.

"I'm going to step out for a minute," he says. It's almost jarring, like he's tainting the memory, but he stands up and pushes in his chair. "Get a breath of fresh air. I'll be back in a few."

His friends reluctantly agree, and he leaves the pub, the door jingling on his way out. He takes a deep breath of the cold air, letting it fill his lungs and make the whole thing feel more real.

It's funny though. He's never noticed how much Hogsmeade looks like a Christmas card in the winter. But maybe that's just how he's always remembered it.

Nepeta Leijon - Land of Little Cubes and Tea

[onetruepurring]

Nepeta was fighting against the monsters that had been created in her Land. She was a green blur as she hissed at her enemies, easily killing them with her deadly Clawkind.

Finally, after what felt like half-an-hour, she was able to clear the area she was in. It wouldn't last long, but it allowed her a chance to catch her breath and collect her thoughts. Nepeta turned, expecting to face Equius--

But he'd left. Twice. She remembered that clearly, and frowned. No, he was supposed to be in her Land at that point, but....

She sighed and sat down, not sure how to sort out her conflicting emotions on the matter. Her moirail should be here, but he just...wasn't.

Aikawa Yuu; somewhere in Tokyo idek

[last_liar]

Yuu keeps checking his cell phone and fingering the tiny wrapped packet in his pocket. He's starting to feel antsy, waiting, unable to shake the feeling that this isn't anything new for him. It's sunny and he's starting to feel uncomfortably warm with his sweatshirt on, but he doesn't move to take it off. Every time that occurs to him, he checks his phone again instead.

"Where are they..."

He looks around, but there's no one he recognizes...which is strange. There should be someone here, right? Someone he wasn't expecting to see.

He tries to shake off that feeling, that expectation and looks at his phone again. There's no reason she'd show up here. He won't see her until later, when he surprises her. Feeling at the object in his pocket, he reminds himself not to wrap his hand around it. It's a little fragile and he doesn't want to break it.

Sighing, he looks at the sky.

Where are they?

Brittany S. Pierce | Valentine's Day

[bicorn]

[ Takes place during this scene. ]

Brittany's cheek is pressed closely to Santana's as they sway together amidst the slight crowd of other dancers. Their friends are serenading her; it's a vaguely familiar-sounding song, although she can't exactly place where she knows it from... Licking her lips, she gives up trying to rack her brain. It doesn't matter, it's enough knowing her girlfriend arranged for the whole thing.

Still, there's this odd nagging feeling at the back of her mind that she can't quite shake. She finds her sharp, blue-eyed gaze roaming the crowd over Santana's shoulder -- searching for the origin of this strange, fluttering discontent.

And then it hits her like a bad tumble from the top of the pyramid and it's all she can do to stifle her gasp and not jerk away from Santana.

Quinn.

It's before the accident wait, what? but she's rolling across the stage in her a wheelchair. This isn't how it's supposed to be.

Group 7

[vitaelamorte]

Bela Talbot, Lithuania, Stan Marsh, Redglare, Tara Gregson

[cautious_knight]

He's nervous, walking down a hallway in a medieval castle - it's cold and the men that are with him are just as nervous as he is. His hair is well-groomed and he generally makes the impression of someone who has travelled for a while but tries to look his best despite that. And despite being very, very nervous, yet again. He's not sure why - it does not quite line up. Walking down the hallway takes way too long too, hallways should not have been that long in a building like this. Those castles were never that large - are never...

no. He is just feeling like it stretches on forever because he kind of doesn't want to get to the end, isn't it?

Tara Gregson; Bowling Alley

[brainkegger]

Buck secures the ball easily in his grip and leans into Marshall.

"I'm gonna teach you to make this ball your bitch."

It's a simple enough line. Maybe Buck's said it before. The deja vu can't be too strange, in that case. But...no. No, he's said it before, exactly this way, exactly here.

He reaches out to Alice with his mind, and she doesn't know what's wrong either. She remembers this too. But it's happening again.

An eye twitch, a straightened spine, and Alice is in charge. This is definitely wrong. This is not how this went.

Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear.

Group 8

[vitaelamorte]

The Once-ler, Mark Meltzer, Evelyn Carnahan, Kyle Broflovski, John Egbert

The Once-ler; The Truffula Valley

[thneedifestdestiny]

It's a beautiful day, but they always are in the Truffula valley. The sun is shining, the Humming-Fish are singing, and there's a light breeze. It's not too hot or too cold, just warm and pleasant. It's even a little fragrant, from the Truffula trees. They look like impossible plants, like cotton candy. But they're trees, and they're lovely and precious.

The Once-ler isn't chopping down trees. His donkey Melvin is somewhere near by, still wearing his "Everybody Needs a Thneed" sign - it's another unsuccessful day. But, it's left the rest of that unsuccessful day to build himself back up for the next one. He relaxes. He makes pancakes. He adds more too his factory blueprints. He has tea out at his too-small table and too-small chair. His whole memory is centered around his cottagent - it's set up much like a cottage, but it's pinned down like a tent.

And despite all the failure surrounding it, it's actually kind of a happy memory. It's peaceful. And it's so familiar that the Once-ler doesn't immediately recognize it as something wrong.

Though, he sort of remembers it not being enough for him. It never really was, but it feels strangely good for the moment. There's no lingering depression from that day's failure - just a warm, beautiful day.

Group 9

[vitaelamorte]

Minato Arisato, Kazuki Hihara, Shannon Beiste, Jim Moriarty, Jade Harley

Jade Harley: Land of Frost and Frogs

[spacetier]

It was a lot colder than she remembered. Or maybe it was because the Land of Frost and Frogs was a lot more "frost" and a lot less "frogs" at the moment. The volcano was still asleep. The lakes were still frozen. The only thing missing were annoying imps.

It doesn't take her long to realize this is a dream bubble. Maybe it's not a real one, but it was something like it. She missed the snow, to be honest. It all disappeared after the volcano blew. So she decides to stay in LoFaF. There was no harm in staying to build snowmen and ride down hills until someone found her.

Group 10

[vitaelamorte]

Sherlock Holmes, Pinkie Pie, Athos, Loki

Sherlock Holes : The Roof of St. Barts

[not_a_hero]

He needed more time.

With more time, surely he could figure out the answer, a way out, something less permanent than a long fall into a padded lorry.

The wind rustled through his coat, the slight sense of vertigo catching him as he looked down at the traffic bellow, the staged transients, the perfectly placed elements of his last resort.

Sherlock did not want to die. Not really and not faked. Even faked was too real. Fake dead still meant real dead to everyone he cared about. It still meant goodbye.

Seconds ticking down; no time for regrets and fears. Answers, solutions--they were the only things that could save him now. Three gunmen? Something Jim might have said. A word or code. Music? Was there time to warn them; Mycroft could perhaps take measures to secure their well-being. They'd be prisoners for life until Sherlock found the key. There lives would hang in the balance simply because Sherlock did not want to end his own.

Death of a fake or martyred angel--it took the same plunge off the cement lip of the roof. It looked the same, felt the same, hurt the same and all the mattered was he was dead and they were not.

No time, so little time, nothing left and so much in the balance.

Sherlock looked over the edge again, mind swimming, breath panting past his lips with his pulse racing in anxiety. No choice; one choice.

He just needed more time.