[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 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?

[onsilksheets]

This was getting stranger as time went on and Bela began to suspect that the mansion had something to do with putting her in places other than the building itself.

She found herself in the hallway of what looked like a castle and she looked around before walking cautiously down it, being slow with her steps. There was always a chance that something could catch Bela off guard and come out of nowhere. She wasn't armed and didn't have any other means of defence so perhaps finding a weapon of some sort would be useful to her now.

[cautious_knight]

This person was definitely not there - has no bussiness being here - no. This is off. ...how does he know that it is off? She blends in easily enough, wearing a green dress that perfectly befits the late 15th century.

But... she was not here. No, he's not going to meet Poland for the first time, what was he thinking. These are the 100th anniversary celebrations, of course, her dress would be off... "Good afternoon." She must be of one of the parties that arrived from lesser kingdoms or a countryside noble of Poland's, he's never seen her before.

[onsilksheets]

"Good afternoon." Bela replies politely, inclining her head at him. She didn't recognise the other man but she was still going to be civil towards him. Then Bela glances down at herself, noticing the dress that she had on and frowns. What the hell was going on?

She looks up at him again, hoping that he could give her a better explanation or at least some sort of a clue. "Where am I exactly?"

[cautious_knight]

"Ah, did you get lost?" He smiles at her pleasantly, judgng from her dress she is not exactly forbiddne to be here, but she'd probably rather be with her party. "I should be able to lead you back to wherever you want to be, if you could tell me where you would like to be."

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.

[sinkships]

Redglare has never been subtle, and she feels even less inclined to it now. She's died. Again. She never even bothered to pull the noose off her neck, and it hangs loosely like a tie, pulled down below ligature marks and bruising. She sits on the ball-retrieving machine, tap-tap-tapping away at the floor with her cane.

Tick tock, tick tock. Time to wake up.

[brainkegger]

Alice turns towards the sound. Her eyes land on the cane first, then travel up, her entire body recoiling at the sight of the bruises. Sure, the creature before her is beastly enough, and the bruises aren't quite the right color, but she can't help but touch her own throat sympathetically.

"Oh, goodness, are you alright?"

[sinkships]

"Do I look alright? I'd hope not."

Redglare tousles her own hair, making it even messier. She raises herself off the machine she was perched on and looks to Alice, then to the bowling alley. "What is this place," she raises her nose to sniff, and smells the scent of a person and more people in that person. It's a curiosity, and she had no opportunity to smell it up close.

[brainkegger]

Alice stiffens, not sure she likes that...sniffing. "It's a bowling alley. I don't suppose that means anything to you." She gestures vaguely at the lanes. "It's a sport."

[cautious_knight]

And then Marshall has been replaced by Lithuania. It's not too noticeable yet, and doesn't really alter the situation - the hair is longer, but still a similar colour, and the scene hasn't shifted much in general - maybe become a bit less modern around the edges, but that is it.

For the moment, the boy is concentrating on what exactly is wrong. He's just learning... this. Which was working with a new brand of firearms just a few moments before.

[brainkegger]

Alice turns slowly on the spot, eyes searching every inch of the bowling alley for...well, something. A door, a way to break out. She isn't sure what to expect, honestly, and it is only because of this intense focus that she is able to notice something isn't quite right about Marshall. His chair is ornate, somehow, but still plastic-- but high-backed, obviously stuffed with the finest goose-down --but also locked into place with orange, cheap seats surrounding the ball return. All at once.

And the same goes for Marshall himself. He's Marshall-- sweet, cynical, old soul Marshall. But he's also someone else. Someone with long hair and a confused expression.

Alice isn't sure what to make of this, so she decides to ask. "Excuse me, but may I ask your name?"

[cautious_knight]

He turns, looks at her. Frowns slightly, worriedly. Where there should be Poland is now a woman. They look vaguely alike - similar height, similar hair colour, but then... not really at all.

And the room doesn't work. "Lithuania." They shouldn't even be inside.

And they aren't, now. The room around them seems gone, maybe they are on the roof, but the chairs and ball return and everything else is still there.

Neophyte Redglare; Libra-themed Alternian Courtblock

[sinkships]

She holds her cane in a tight grip, just about to pull it out of it's sheathe, when the feeling takes her. It's stupid and she brushes it away. She's never felt triumph like this before, never had a truly renowned criminal at her mercy. This will put her on the map. This will show the higher castes they cannot get away with everything. This will be her own personal revolution.

But then it goes wrong and she can feel the arms grabbing her. She things to herself Who let this many low-bloods into the court?! How is she managing them all? and it's her last coherent thought before she is fighting. They grab her and they slip the noose around her neck, and she looks into their dead empty eyes.

She's been here before. She's hung like this before, trying to choke out Mindfang's name and managing nothing but indignant gagging and teal spittle as the cerulean-blood picks up her cane. She wants to tell herself that this isn't how it's supposed to go, but her eyes taste peppermint-vanilla and her neck is bleeding and This is exactly how it went. How pathetic.

[onsilksheets]

Bela didn't know how it happened but she found herself in an area other than mansion. She looks around to survey the scene, taking in everything that she could see and hear. It was strange but she wasn't going to worry about where she was and try to figure out how to get back to the mansion and head to her room.

Tapping the closest person to her on the shoulder, Bela straightened up and looked approachable, a neutral expression on her face.

"Could you tell me what is going on?"

[sinkships]

This person isn't supposed to be here. This isn't how she remembers this happening. There was never another person after she saw His Honorable Tyranny fall. There was never another person after the low-bloods fled, screaming, and left her to choke to death. She hadn't favored quick, painless neck breaks, and she regrets it.

Regretted.

It's what reminds her that this already happened, that she doesn't need to adhere to it now. The knowledge brings her cane-sword back to her hands, and she cuts herself down with a single slice. She loosens the noose once she hits the ground, turning it into a tie of sorts.

"I don't know," she says in a tone laced with plenty of trepidation.

[onsilksheets]

Bela knows that she shouldn't be here and yet she was, intruding upon a memory or a dream without knowing how or why she had gotten here in the first place. It was a fairly gruesome scene, something she wouldn't want to come across if she could avoid it. There was still this part of Bela that was curious about the circumstances and what had lead up to it. Uncovering more information would depend on if the other person wished to disclose it in the first place.

"I don't even know how I got here in the first place." Bela replies pleasantly enough, not wishing to incense her any further. "Just found myself here."

Her eyes scan the room quickly, then she looks at object in the others' hands, wondering where she got it from. Bela finally raises her gaze to the cut noose around her neck and that's the thing that intrigues her the most.

day three (if it's okay? o/)

[forevercapslock]

Karkat has been wandering. Knowing what the event is now and able to move around more or less freely, he manages to get into Redglare's memory just be virtue of his own memories of Alternia.

Of course, he wasn't expecting to find himself in a courtblock as soon as he entered this bubble, but when he sees Redglare's hanging body, he can figure out how he got here.

"...You might as well just come the fuck down from there, don't you think?"

His voice comes out calm, which he appreciates. This is all a memory, but it's Redglare's memory, and that's reason enough to be wary.

YES IT IS

[sinkships]

There is something else going on in her memory, while he's there, but it plays out like he isn't. A figment of Mindfang brushes by him with Redglare's cane in hand, and the entire memory blurs even more as she chokes. Everything elongates and suddenly Mindfang is vanishing into the darkness, towards a glimmer of red.

The memory is fading to dark around Karkat, coming to a close until he opens his mouth and it sort of hits her. What is keeping her from coming down. This has already happened.

'Idiot.' She thinks to herself, pulling off her gloves to reveal sharpened claws, 'You're dead, remember?'

Now that the crowds aren't restraining her, she's free to slice the ropes multiple times with her claws. It takes a while, but she comes down eventually.

"What are you doing here?"

The eyes looking but not seeing Karkat are white, slowly bleeding back to red.

[forevercapslock]

"I wandered in from a different memory."

He glances around at the dark setting, then looks back at Redglare, intending to keep his distance if he can.

Bela Talbot | Apartment in New York

[onsilksheets]

She's walking around in her apartment, phone in one hand and pressed to her ear as she negotiated with her client. Bela was looking for the appropriate sum of money for acquiring the item for her client and he was being difficult. Apparently, he thought the asking price was too high but she wasn't having any of it.

Of course, she didn't intend to piss him off too much because as rich as he was, the client was quite psychotic as well; the last thing Bela wanted was someone coming to kill her because she didn't agree with him.

The conversation ends and she heaved out a sigh, leaning against the kitchen counter. A noise caught her attention and Bela reached for her gun, only to have the conversation begin all over again with her talking on the phone.

Day 3/4-ish, if that's cool?

[forevercapslock]

Karkat's common point of memory here is literally just kitchens. The existence of kitchens allows him to walk into Bela's memory.

He pauses inside in order to consider how ridiculous that is. But it's too late to really be that bothered by it, so he shrugs it off and watches Bela hang up her phone and lean against the counter.

"...Human hives are pretty much like troll hives, I guess."

Absolutely fine!

[onsilksheets]

She turns around at the sound of a voice, her eyes widening in surprise at the speaker.

"This isn't a hive!" Bela says rather indignantly after a few moments, hoping that she wasn't about to be attacked. "Is that what you are-a troll?"

Honestly, she had expected trolls to be much larger, just like the ones described in fairy tale books. But this was her apartment and she doesn't remember having a troll here at this time.

:D!

[forevercapslock]

"Yes. I'm a troll. Your powers of observation are stunning."

Karkat mosies further into the kitchen, glancing around. He's not super used to human adults, but his understanding is that they aren't nearly as dangerous as troll adults, so he's not being as cautious as he might be otherwise.