[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

[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?"