[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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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.

day three or whateverrrrr~

[itsahotone]

It goes without saying that as soon as people could look for whoever they wanted and not be stuck with a handful of unimportant people--and freakin' Alex, ugh--Santana would go searching for Brittany.

But when she finds her, it's different. Santana's in it, swaying in Brittany's arms, not an inch of space between them. And there's a hazy, confused, warm feeling, almost as if it's Santana's own memory, but she definitely hasn't lived anything like this.

She tightens her hold on her girlfriend.

[bicorn]

It's the weirdest thing she's ever experienced before, with her brain telling her one thing and her body demanding something completely else from her. Brittany's fingers stroke habitually at the bared skin of Santana's shoulders, her dawning comprehension of the situation stunted as she's tugged downward into a kiss. It's warm, and soft, and so distinctly Santana that she almost loses herself to the memory again but that nagging feeling persists until finally she turns her face to the side so that Santana's lips are brushing her cheek instead. "Something's wrong," she murmurs aloud this time, brows knitting together in obvious frustration.

[itsahotone]

Santana's a little hurt by the brush-off, but when she realizes what Brittany said, it's like a fog lifts.

Right. Right, she wasn't...here before.

"What's wrong?" she asks, just to make sure.

[bicorn]

"Quinn," Brittany answers, as low and serious-sounding as she's ever been. "It's too early," she adds to clarify, forgetting in this moment that Santana has never yet seen their friend wheelchair-bound.

[itsahotone]

Wow, how nice that Brittany's thinking about Quinn right now instead of--wait, too early?

"...What's too early?" Santana asks with a little hesitance, looking around to try and find Quinn.

[bicorn]

Brittany's hands slide down Santana's body, firmly grasping her waist in order to help guide her to look in the right direction. Pressed flush against the shorter girl's back now, she feels safe to confide without anyone else overhearing. "She didn't have to sit in her chair until the accident."

[itsahotone]

Santana automatically leans into Brittany's touch even as she looks where directed. And because the narration can't remember if Quinn's accident was ever talked about, we're going to go with no.

"Oh my god, Britt--" she says, almost under her breath. "What happens to her?"

[bicorn]

"She got hamboned texting while driving. Then she couldn't stand up again for a really, really long time after and had to use the chair and everybody was totally scared 'cause they weren't sure she even could anymore." Brittany licks her lips, averting her gaze from their friend -- obviously uncomfortable. "... I want to go, Santana."