[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

[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."