[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.

Comments

[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.

[brainkegger]

Alice notices the change, frowns. This is a strange one.

"My name is Alice." She looks him over. What a feminine haircut. "How do you do?"

[cautious_knight]

Wow, this is a very masculine haircut for his time, and also he's had it for centuries. Not going to change it anytime soon, especially because it is always at least roughly up-to-date.

"I'm Lithuania." He knows her, though she - doesn't quite fit. He's sure that he has met her before, but... He looks at the ball return, thoughtfully. "Where is this?"

[brainkegger]

"It's a bowling alley. Bowling is a sort of game." She thinks this boy-- man? --is from a long time ago, even if the whole country thing makes things more complicated. Wait, is Lithuania even a country? It does sound awfully like one, but suddenly Alice isn't certain.

Best to avoid the subject entirely. "Have you ever tried it?"

[cautious_knight]

"They don't exist where I'm from." He tries to figure out where this is,s till trapped in the scenario from before, only slowly catching on.

"...have you seen Poland?"

[brainkegger]

Poland. Alice thinks she knows who that is, if not from personal experience from...someone else.

"Not around here, no. Is he a friend of yours?"

[cautious_knight]

"He was here with me."

He frowns at the ground. "We arrived together, but then he left, but all his things are still there."

[brainkegger]

"Perhaps he went to another places like this," she suggests, "A place we remember."

Alice watches as the memories merge-- the ornate mixed with the mudane --and frowns. "Or a place we remember mixed with a place we've never seen in our lives."

[cautious_knight]

"We haven't been apart for centuries." He's not helpless without his friend, but he just is not used to it, and the feeling is so overwhelming that for the moment, it overwrites anything else and all of a sudden they stand on a deserted battlefield amidst forest, a river not too far away. Alone. There is nobody else. The few corpses around them wear clothes that put them into the 13th century.

[brainkegger]

Alice crosses her arm, uncomfortable. This place is...it's not nice.

"I suppose we'll have to keep looking for him, then." She backs away from the nearest body, raising her nose. "Somewhere else."