entrancelogs | [Event!]

[Event!]

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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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.

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.

"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.

Her eyes are red once more, and the memory snaps into focus. The only difference is that now there is no one there. No Mindfang, no Honorable tyranny, no scores of lowbloods to slip the noose around her neck. It is just her and Karkat and a court block that's a few hundred feet high.

"Fair enough," she says, inhaling and reaching out. It's easier to manipulate this, to remember the smell of her cane and the feel of it in her hand. It drops into her waiting palm and she closes her hand around it and resists the urge to hold it to her chest. Resists the urge to remind herself that Pyralspite is alone now. He's a big dragon. He can take care of himself.

"We are leaving. Now."

Redglare walks towards him with clipped steps, tense and uneasy. She reaches up and pulls the noose off her neck and tosses it into the abyss before reaching out to Karkat with a lightly teal-stained and ungloved hand.

Karkat's hesitant to let her get too close, but she seems pretty calm so he doesn't back away or hurry ahead of her. He reaches for her hand and tugs.

"Come this way."

He can easily lead her into another memory--his lawnring is just outside this area.

It's strange, how out of place she feels in this memory with him here. Strange and annoying, the kind of irritation that makes her lip curl up in a snarl. She tightens her grip on his hand, more angry with herself than him. Being here has reminded her that she is flawed and that, after centuries, can still make mistake. Even after so long she is not immune to insecurities.

She loosens her grip on his hand and she follows him like she did his ancestor's teachings.

Karkat doesn't relax until they've left the courtblock altogether and are standing in the grass and the planet's two moons are wheeling overhead. He releases her hand, or tries to, once he can see the sky.

He glances around and sees his own hive a ways away, but he isn't really ready to head over that way.

She clings to his hands, squeezing it lightly for a moment before letting go. She smells into the distance and it's calm and crisp. The moons make their journey through the sky, and she focuses in on them with her smell-sight. They smell as they always have.

"Somethings never change," she says, sniffing ahead again. "And some things do."

Edited 2012-10-01 14:01 (UTC)

"Like what?"

He finally starts across the grass.

"What changes, you mean?"

Redglare shrugs and moves ever onward. "Sometimes it is the way events turn out. Your world is the future and mine is the past. There was a time that I thought the castes would go on until I died. And they did only because I never expected myself to die in such a way."

She turns back to look at him, and tilts her head the the side. "But it didn't go on for you and your friends, did it?"

"I don't think all that much changed about it after your time."

"The caste system you mean? Of course it changed. Last I spoke with a different version of you, before you forgot your time here, he told me everyone was dead."

She's not sure if that's tragic or an improvement.

"Okay, yeah, that's true. I guess if everyone's dead, there can't be much of a caste system."

He heads into his hive. Come on, Redglare, no reason to stay outside. He pretty much ignores Crabdad, though.

"But before our race went extinct, the caste system was still around and going strong."

Reglare has to duck to get through the door, her horns adding enough to her height to make it difficult. Thankfully, the ceiling is higher inside.

"I see the arrangements were made satisfactorily."

It's proof enough. He remembers a hive and a lusus. The cult did something right without her to guide them.

"And I doubt it would have ever ended, if not for you and your friends. Revolutions in our race are quickly and brutally culled."

"That's why all adults live in space."

"Oh?"

You'll have to forgive her ignorance, Karkat. The Summoner's revolution was long after her time, and the mansion's library isn't exactly tops on Alternian history. Or Alternian anything, really.

She's just not looking hard enough for the right books.

"There was some kind of uprising or whatever by the lower castes and the Empress decided adults couldn't live on the planet anymore."

"Another? That's surprising, after what happened to the last. Though I suppose it makes sense. It isn't as if one would want pupas being raised around that sort of treasonous talk."

It makes so much sense, though. She wishes the cult hadn't been so moral and strict. Indoctrinating a generation would have gotten them so far if they hadn't been so moral.

"Yeah. Plus, if you send everyone strong enough to do anything off to every nook and cranny of the galaxy, you're probably pretty safe from any kind of organized resistance."

"I'd imagine that is also a benefit, yes."

She sniffs around for a moment at the remnants of his life. Posters of things she doesn't recognize, and a few other knick-knacks. She even takes a few tongue swipes at his lusus before asking the obvious.

"This is your lusus, correct?"

"Yeah. What else would he be?"

"A statue, perhaps?" It's said almost jokingly, but with a vague undertone of interest. This was what they chose. Hm.

She immediately starts surveying his lusus and surroundings more intently. Recooperacoon, futuristic media, computer, posters showing various interests. She's mildly fascinated. She honestly didn't think that the whole plan would work this well.

"You were provided for as you aged. I suppose the lack of adults made that easier." Her tone doesn't sound much like someone who's surprised. Mostly vaguely intrigued.

Edited 2012-10-08 01:04 (UTC)

"Yeah. But I don't know what the fuck you guys were expecting of me, if I survived to adulthood."

"I don't think I could tell you. Knowing about the cult is not the same as being of it, and I only know what may be used to bring them to justice."

Granted, they are not truly breaking any laws.

And yes, she is still keeping up this facade. Thanks for asking.

Karkat rolls his eyes. Not fooled at all.

"Are you done assaulting my fake lusus yet?"

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

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