[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]

"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.

[forevercapslock]

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

[sinkships]

"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.

[forevercapslock]

Karkat rolls his eyes. Not fooled at all.

"Are you done assaulting my fake lusus yet?"

[sinkships]

"On to more interesting things, then."

Redglare steps away from the lusus and presses further into his hive. She licks a few of his posters, but she doesn't recognize anything. The letters are obviously familiar, but she's a bit behind on the times as far as the invention of cinema goes.

Count on trolls to invent interstellar travel before film.

[forevercapslock]

"...Those are movie posters."

[sinkships]

"I know what a poster is."

A short pause stagnates in the air.

"What on Alternia is a movie?"

[forevercapslock]

"A moving picture. People act out stories, it's recorded, and you watch and hear it remotely."

[sinkships]

"Why does such a useless thing exist in the empire? I understand highbloods like their plays, and the Grand Highblood is rather fond of jokes, but... It seems odd."

[forevercapslock]

"Because it means you don't have to see it in person. Which makes things a hell of a lot easier when there aren't any adults on the planet."

[sinkships]

"Well, yes, that much is obvious, but what is the benefit of it to the Empire. Her Imperial Condesencion never struck me as the sort to indulge in idle fancies of this sort."

She wonders for a moment if the empress has lost her mind. It would certainly be understandable. Simply because one is gifted with long life doesn't mean they have the mental capacity to handle it. An organic frame can only allow for so much.

[forevercapslock]

"She's kind of far away."

[sinkships]

"It is possible she was not as far in my time as she was in your own, but she was still quite far. It did not keep her from halting that which they do not speak of in her presence. Simply because she is far does not mean she is ignorant."

Well, not in the sense that she doesn't know when things are being plotted against her.

[forevercapslock]

"Yeah, I know. I just mean that she's far enough away and doing enough other things that she probably doesn't give a shit how wigglers entertain themselves, as long as it doesn't involve some kind of rebellion."

[sinkships]

Redglare laughs out loud and doesn't sound unlike a hyena. Probably why she doesn't do it often.

"I can't imagine a revolution lead by wrigglers would be very effective. I imagine that is why she lets you govern yourselves."

[forevercapslock]

"Isn't it basically a rebellion any time a fuschia blood fights a sitting empress?"

[sinkships]

"No. Most rebellions have the most minor possibility for success. The current Empress has been sitting on her throne for longer than living memory permits. The young tyrian bloods who fight her are nothing more than pretty little children she places on a pedestal, so that it will be more meaningful when she kills them."

[forevercapslock]

"You don't think any of them will ever succeed?" You know, ignoring the fact that their civilization is doomed.

[sinkships]

"Of course not. She's been ruling for as long as anyone can remember. She is... old. Ancient, even. The heiresses they send against her are no match as they are, sweeps old at best."

[forevercapslock]

"Huh." Karkat looks at the ceiling. "She can't live forever can she?"

The end of their planet notwithstanding.