[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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[sisterutopia]

Eleanor turned around at the sound of someone outside the room. It was probably one of the Little Sisters coming to tell her that they were ready to go. Now that she finally had her Big Sister suit, she was ready to go free her Father and escape from Rapture, no matter what her Mother did. She finished securing the helmet on her head, and glanced over herself in her reflection on the glass. It had been a long time coming, getting to this point. She was finally going to be fighting by his side, instead of waiting for him to rescue her, or just following in his shadow. She was going to return the favor at long last, be HIS hero. Looking at the reflection staring back at her, she'd never felt more excited for anything in her life... Right? Wait... Had there been a door in her room? Not a real door; just the glass doors. She'd hated them, because it made her feel like an animal put on display in its habitat. The metal airlock behind her turned into a glass door as she turned around to the Little Sister who'd brought her the armor.

"Alright, we can go now; get the oth-... What?"

There was no Little Sister. And the area outside the glass door wasn't Rapture anymore, if it ever even was. It looked like space, like a scene out of one of the old sci-fi comics she'd managed to smuggle into her room as a child. And instead of the Little Sister, there was a boy with dark glasses on in bright red pajamas. Not that she could talk in regards to bizarre fashion, but it took her a moment to find her voice again.

"Who are you?" This wasn't how it happened. No, this wasn't the way she remembered it...