[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 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.

[jivitadana]

Minato had found the memory he had been seeing before him rather peaceful and tranquil. It seemed familiar, and he hadn't felt anything was too off at the moment. The shrine was as it always was, with its offering box, the Inari Sushi, the tree, the small playground; everything was the same.

That is, until he wandered a little farther away from the temple grounds. It hadn't snowed this much if he could remember. But luckily there was someone there, someone who was starting to look also just as familiar.

"Jade?" Somehow the name came to him. It was nice though, not to have to be alone while experiencing everything currently going on around him.

[spacetier]

She turns toward him, smiles and waves.

It was reassuring to see someone from Wonderland. She was beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, this was all real and she was back on the ship sleeping. Don't get her wrong, she wants to go back home, but at the same time there are so many interesting people living in the mansion. Interesting people that she can throw snowballs at.

Jade picks up some snow and throws it at him. Welcome to LoFaF, Minato.

[jivitadana]

Best welcome ever. That was real snow, that was for sure. Memories in Wonderland were fascinating in that they made things real at all.

He brushed some of the snow off of himself, moving to pack some snow in his hands and throw the ball of frost back at her. Two could play at this game. Play first, ask questions about the memory later?

[spacetier]

Jade didn't expect Minato to throw one back at her. The snowball hits her in the gut and she stares at him as if he has just betrayed her. The look doesn't last long. Two can play at this game, she thinks, grinning and getting ready to throw another snowball.


She promises not to cheat.

[jivitadana]

Not that Minato would really mind if Jade cheated. He wouldn't have retaliated with a snowball counterattack if it weren't Jade either; he trusted her and she had a way of getting him to play too.

He smiled and stayed where he was, then gave her a nod, like it was a challenge. Throw the thing if you dare.

[spacetier]

And dare she does! The snowball comes flying at him, but misses. That's okay because Jade is already getting another one ready to pelt him with. Maybe this one will actually hit.

"What are you doing here?" she asks as she packs the snow.

[jivitadana]

"Wandering." Minato had been at the Shrine for a while and saw that this place had snow. He hadn't seen snow in such a long time.

He did move closer to her and picked up some snow too, imitating her as one form of teasing. It was going to be war now.

"What is this place?"

Kazuki Hihara: Sunset Roof

[forsaintcecilia]

At first, it was like it had always been.

That first time he had heard her Ave Maria, he didn't know that it was her. He was just done with practicing, thinking about heading home when the sound wafted towards him and froze him in place. It honestly wasn't his song-- too slow, too poignant-- But here he was, stopped in his tracks.

Nostalgic. It felt nostalgic, yet somehow... excited? The song wanted to be played. The song was loved. The violinist moved her fingers and pulled her bow and the love in her heart poured out and was heard. In took incredible passion to accomplish such a feat.

He wished he knew who played it. It was such a big campus and there were so many violinists. Where could she be?

...She?

Kazuki mentally double-taked. It wasn't just an assumption, he knew the person playing that song was a girl. How? He began to pace. This was the first time he'd heard that piece played by that person. Yet he remembered a red-haired girl up on the auditorium stage as he watched from behind the curtains, playing the very same Ave Maria with all the love he had just heard.

"Kaho-chan?"

He turned on his heel a few times, looking at his surroundings from every direction, and up at the sky. Ave Maria continues to play. And then he realizes...

"Oh. I must be dreaming."

[jivitadana]

Minato partially only wished they were dreaming. He was still not that certain about where they were or how they all ended up there. Some figures around him were in traditional Japanese clothes, but others weren't. He hadn't focused on them so much as the actual location he found himself in.

But as he drifted along with the landscape before him, there seemed to be more expanse of sky around him. Was that even possible? It had to be though since he was seeing it over some sort of edge of... a building?

"Is that from you?"

Was Minato hearing something right? He couldn't be sure as he approached the other boy.

[forsaintcecilia]

"Arisato-kun?"

Kazuki turned around sharply. He was leaning against the rail around the edge of the roof, trying to get a better listen at one of his most favorite sounds. Time seemed irrelevant, and it continued as long as he had the will to stay... And he did. He was lonely here. There wasn't anything he wanted more than to listen to her play, or see her...

But Minato snapped him out of it. While the music continued, the "dream" was over.

"How are you...?"

[jivitadana]

"I'm not sure."

Minato also didn't know how he ended up in this place along with Kazuki. He looked around and it didn't seem to be so dangerous.

"Have you been here alone?"

[forsaintcecilia]

"Uh, yeah,"

He looks back out over the horizon. He shakes his head.

"Usually everyone's leaving the music building by now, so..."

[jivitadana]

"But that music isn't from you." It had to be from somewhere else within the scene.

[forsaintcecilia]

"Oh, no way!"

Kazuki shakes his head more energetically this time, then quickly kips over to a bench, where a leather case is sitting. He opens it and shows Minato a rather handsome silver trumpet.

"I play the trumpet! Here, see? That violin has to be Kaho-chan."

[jivitadana]

Minato smiled, nodding a bit in acknowledgement when he saw the instrument. It was really nice, shone in the light, and it was obvious it was cared for very well.

"I didn't know you played."

But Minato was glad to know now.

[forsaintcecilia]

"I play! The trumpet is like, my number one favorite thing ever! I worked my butt off studying so I could get into this school and learn it for real!"

Without even asking, Kazuki is taking out his mouthpiece and rubbing it down with a soft cloth, intending to play. He never turned down an audience. In fact, he made audiences, whether they liked it or not.

"Do you have any requests? If I know the tune I can give it a shot!"

Jim Moriarty: swimming pool.

[willfixitforyou]

Out of doors. A cheerful scenery, really. Bright and sunlit and warm, children everywhere, playing and shouting and laughing (children, you'll find, that don't really look like anyone. Like memories of people, but not distinct enough to have faces).

They'll try to shove you into the water, like that boy over there, scrawny and pale and dark-haired, who's trying his level best not to drown.

A bit off to the side, there's Jim. Suit and tie and immaculate and too cold in the seemingly cheerful environment. Hands in his pockets. He hasn't had any dream like this in years. Nor can he say he particularly missed it. It doesn't affect him, so he likes to think.

[usskickass]

She's moving at full tilt, now. Her eyes don't really focus enough on anything to see what's changed. If her mind was clearer, she'd notice it's grown warmer and is, in fact, daytime where her memory had been a chilly night.

If it weren't for the sudden impact of her body into the back of a faceless child, she'd have probably walked straight into the pool. She mumbles apologies, shaking the cobwebs from her mind as fingers grasp and pull and no, no, she doesn't want to do this, they can't make her.

She...she hates feeling helpless. But she can't hurt these kids. She breathes out, hissing the word, whimpering the word, but she doesn't shout it. She's too proud. Too scared.

"Help."

Sorry for the delay ^^; I got sick...

[willfixitforyou]

Jim watches, quietly, frowning from shadows that shouln't be there. Watches the stranger stumble into his dream, and utters a soft, quiet, "Ooh," as he realizes what this is, or likely, possibly, probably is.

He steps forward, slowly, and brings the shadow with him. Surroundings start to shift around him from outdoor to indoor, from day to night, from loud to silent. But it's a gradual thing. Whether it will reach her before she falls, he neither knows nor cares, in fact, he's not even looking her way anymore, instead observing the transition.

no worries dear!

[usskickass]

Beiste sees the man-- that man, the one who killed Evelyn --moving closer, and nearly screams louder. But then his focus changes and he's looking away and she doesn't know if that makes her feel better, really. But somehow his movement is making things change and the faceless children seem less of a threat, even if they've already unbalanced her enough to send her toppling to the floor.

The sense of vulnerability is overwhelming to the point of paralyzing her, and she just stares up at him from her spot on the floor, blind to what their surroundings have changed to.

[willfixitforyou]

Ah. So she's scared of him, too, is she? That's almost nostalgic, at least enough to make him smile. He stops - a good distance from her, at the edge of the pool, the remnants of memories of playing children dispersing in his wake.

Looks at her, after a moment, over his shoulder, still with a cold smile on his face.

"Are you just going to sit there?" His voice is soft and quiet as ever, but in here, it carries easily.

[usskickass]

She blinks repeatedly before moving to stand, keeping him in her view the entire time. He didn't seem immediately dangerous but, well, neither did Cooter. She's gotta be careful.

She can't help asking, though: "Was that-- what was that?"

Shannon Beiste, her apartment

[usskickass]

The argument started slowly. It was over nothing. Shannon found herself wanting to give in and give up almost two words in.

But he was shouting-- screaming, really. She should remember to buy cough drops for him. His throat would be sore.

He saw she wasn't listening. His knuckle caught her cheekbone. The pain was sharp and real.

The door slammed and she was alone.

Alone for far too long.

This wasn't right. He came back in, apologizing and crying and she'd forgiven him so easily and no, no, this in't real. This is the mansion.

Beiste curses and, checking her eye in the mirror before she departs, leaves through the same door.