[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

[sinkships]

"Normal humans. I am not human and therefore not shackled to your perception of normal. I am also blind, and this is also my memory." Just in case there was a doubt of who was in charge. "And you smell criminal. This is a courtblock. Perhaps you are here for a reason."

Redglare nods, as if she's decided something, and that something is to remove the noose from around her neck. "I am Neophyte Redglare, legislaceratior."

[onsilksheets]

Bela figured quite early on that she wasn't human and well, she was used to things not being normal. The part about Bela being a criminal was true but she considered herself as a legitimate businesswoman since she got paid to steal things for people. "Who knows?" She shrugs. "Maybe I am."

She watches her as she does that, grimacing a little. "All right, Neophyte. Why did you have a noose around your neck?"

[sinkships]

Redglare feels a little thrill, being addressed by her title in her courtblock. it almost makes her long for the audience and His Honorable Tyranny to take their rightful place, but she is wary of the scene replaying. Even if it is a figment, suffocating slowly hurts as much as it did the first time.

"If you are a criminal as I smell it, perhaps you're here to be judged," she says conversationally. The idea of killing someone isn't stomach-turning or interesting to her. She is a troll. Killing just means it's a day of the week.

"Why does it matter to you that it's there?"

[onsilksheets]

"Considering the fact that I haven't done anything to you nor whoever runs this court, I think I'll be fine." She's arrogant and cocky, visibly not worrying about what she had to say. Bela doesn't wish to be judged but he is still going to brush this off as if it meant nothing.

She smiles thinly. "I'm just curious. Can't blame me for wondering why."

[sinkships]

"Personal grudges have no place in my courtblock." Even if it often seemed that grudges ruled the courtblocks in her day, her policy was to remain unbiased. She did not go after trolls who had affronted her, she went after trolls who broke the law.

"No I cannot, but that doesn't mean I'm inclined to tell you. It's a pity you got here after the show. Then you would know." Redglare is cold and impersonal. More than anything, she wishes this hadn't been the memory displayed.

[onsilksheets]

This was her domain then. She was the one in charge and well, Bela had to admire that a little. Someone who had ambition usually got her respect but for now, she was just going to be a little snarky towards her.

"It is a pity because I really would love to know." She glances around briefly. "However, I'm more concerned about finding a way out of here so if you could kindly show me the way, I'd appreciate it."

[sinkships]

"It's almost a pity that you'll never find out."

Except for the part where it isn't.

Redglare puts on the appearance of considering her question, tilting her head to the side and sniffing thoughtfully. Which, yes, is something she can manage. She turns her face towards the edge of the courtblock and inhales the drop.

Black can smell like many things, and while her hair smells like licorice, the darkness at the bottom smells like ink.

She turns to Bela and grins.

"You can always try falling."

[onsilksheets]

"I think I'll pass on that, thanks."

Bela edges away from her a little, diverting her attention to something else, not caring what it was. She felt a little apprehensive and staying here wasn't helping with that.

She can't see an exit from where she is standing and that only makes things worse for her. There had to be some way out because Bela was sure as hell that she wouldn't be staying.

[sinkships]

Redglare turns her head in Bela's direction before shaking it and smiling with too many teeth. This is, of course, Redglare we're talking about. Any amount of teeth is too many.

She walks her way towards the edge and sits on it for a moment before turning on her hands and knees and sticking her feet over the edge. There is the light tapping sound of a hard leather sole on concrete before she lets go of the edge and lands on a small platform below.

It's difficult for anyone to see. They have to smell for it, and that's what assures her victims don't escape.

"There are also stairs," She calls from her position.