[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]

"Simple being fallible does not make belief in something higher necessary. It is a flaw that can be remedied or accepted without such beliefs."

Even with her belief in the Signless' teachings, there is no room for a higher power. The knowledge that they could be better as a species came from one troll, and the ability to change had to come from them. There was nothing to help them, nothing to help her when she needed it but herself.

"In the end, when all else fails and you are alone, the only person you can rely on is yourself."

[brainkegger]

Alice tilts her head, uncertain.

"I think you should talk to my friend Tara. She...she might need to hear that."

As awkward as that conversation would be, at first.

[sinkships]

"Oh? Does she have a habit of relying too much on others? Perhaps her human family?"

Sometimes, when she sniffs close at Alice, she can smell more scents than any one person should rightfully have. It's confusing sometimes, so she focuses on the figure rather than the scent of characteristics.

"Perhaps one day I will."

[brainkegger]

"It's...more that she doesn't believe she is capable of much. And she doesn't really trust--" Alice clears her throat, tucks some hair behind her ear "--all sides of herself."

[sinkships]

"Well, that's a vague enough answer to assuage my curiosity."

It isn't though. That is the joke. Still, they are stuck in some place that is decidedly not the mansion, and that is decidedly not a place they should be. She can wait 'til she has the time to know more. Dying taught her a lesson, though poorly. She is selective, but sometimes she knows when to be patient.

"We should leave."

[brainkegger]

Alice nods, agreeing, but, "Can we?"

Knowing this place, they'd just stumble into another dreamland. And even if they get back to the mansion, well. That isn't home.

[sinkships]

"We can go somewhere that isn't here. Unless you'd like to stay."

She shrugs and chuckles.

"Either way, it matters not to me."

[brainkegger]

"I suppose I'd be safer going along with you than sticking around here by myself. Have you any preference?"

She gestures around them. Which way shall they go?

[sinkships]

"Of course you would be. I have a sword."

And just for the sake of emphasis, she slips the cane-sword in a small loop on her outfit and pulls out the actual weapon. An edge for every side and every side in it's place.

"I have the weapon, so I suppose I will allow you to choose the direction."

[brainkegger]

"Alright." Alice looks around. Their surroundings are rather thoroughly melded between both of their memories. But there's a clear exit, at least. "Out, I suppose."

Alice gestures, too afraid to lead the way herself.

[sinkships]

Redglare is more than happy to unsheathe her sword fully and take point. The exit is rather obvious, as far as the bowling alley is concerned, and she heads to the door and opens it with a flourish.

Outside, there is only sky and the scaly horned head of a massive beast.

"Would you like to go first?"

[brainkegger]

No. No, she would not.

"What in God's name..."

Her heart rate is rocketing. If she doesn't keep a handle on things, someone might get a little time outside.

[sinkships]

"He will not hurt you. Not unless I remember him hurting someone who was in your place, and no one steps atop Pyralspite aside from myself. Not usually."

But this isn't her lusus, this is simply a memory of him, and it looks like a peaceful one too. She remembers this, somewhat. She remembers being wounded and flying across the desert, returning to return to her place at the courtblock with her quarry clutched in Pyralspite's claws.

[brainkegger]

"P-pyralsprite." Alice swallows back a whimper. "He's your...dragon?"

[sinkships]

"He is my lusus. Remember? Those creatures I told you of not a few moments ago."

[brainkegger]

"...Oh." Alice wrings her hands. "I...wasn't expecting a dragon."

[sinkships]

"Most people of my world expect those of my blood color to ride something much lower, but my blood called to his. That is how it works."

She extends a hand towards Alice. "You have every right to be afraid, but I don't plan on hurting you and he is only a memory."

[brainkegger]

Alice takes her hand and, legs shaking a little, climbs aboard. "I...suppose I have never been very good with animals in general."

If Gimmie is any indication, she's just not in touch with her...animal side at all.

[sinkships]

"Lusii are different from the animals humans are familiar with, I'd imagine. I have no experience with them, really. Lusii have a sort of... intelligence about them."

Redglare pulls her through the door and closes it, mildly surprised when it vanishes from sight.

"We will fly across here until we get to where we are going in this memory, I suppose. I have ridden atop Pyralspite so many times that I don't quite remember where we were headed this time."

[brainkegger]

Alice hangs on as tightly as possible, willing herself to stay in control. The mention of animals does nothing to quell Gimmie's desire to get out and run, scratch, keep the territory safe from intruders. She focuses on the roughness of the scales beneath her hands and asks, politely, that Gimmie go lay down. It seems to work.

"Will my being here...affect things, you think?"