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+ Wanted to get it real home-like... +

Who: EVERYONE!
Where: EVERYWHERE!
When: ANYT-- Friday, February 20 to Monday, February 23
Rating: An average PG-13? (Consider warning for explicit sexual or violent content in your thread's subject line)
Summary:
For the duration of this event each character will discover that their room has been replaced with one of their own memories, one that they find themselves particularly happy or "at home" in. More information can be found here.

This log is an opportunity for your characters to describe the memory playing in their room, so that other characters might visit, and watch the scene unfold. To help browse the collection better, please include your character's name, and their room number in the subject line (e.g. Seta Souji - 100, 6th floor) of your top-level comment.

Rooms/Comments may be locked to certain people, or be available for all to see & visit. Log participation is completely and entirely voluntary.

Have fun!

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[ he does remember getting the impala, or rather the keys to it, but that hadn't been the best time of his life despite what so many people might think. he loves the car, and he loves his dad-- there's just... a whole lot of tension there. not that it matters, seeing as whatever's behind the door will remain a mystery to lilith if dean can help it. ]

What's the matter, Lilith? Your own memory crappy enough for you to take a hike? Or was it just an empty room-- can't imagine there bein' a whole lot of great memories when you're a demon.

[ dean looks at cas for a beat.... ]

You're curious. [ he can read the obvious off cas' face easily enough, and he doesn't really blame the angel. he's poked his head into a few rooms out of curiosity as well, some of it working out well, some not. ]

I don't need you to do that. [ a part of him does, really does, but it feels a little wrong. if this is how wonderland wants to play, then dean'll guard his memory the old fashioned way until it all goes away. and maybe he should be used to it, sure, but there's something a lot more unpleasant about the people of wonderland seeing what's behind the door rather than just those in heaven or sam-- or even cas.

which pauses him as he considers the next bit. ]

I'd say I'll show you mine if you show me yours, but.... [ he's not moving. ] I ain't gonna stop you if you wanna take a look.

[ maybe it's an odd peace offering, or something, after their dumb argument. ]

[ when she doesn't punch him or throw him out, dean visibly relaxes a little-- and even more so when she actually offers up an explanation, however simple. ] ...I figured that much out, yeah.

[ dean glances back at the memory. ] So, husband, and... kid. [ no guy looks that way unless their holding their own kid, and no woman looks that happy unless she's watching her husband and child. even dean knows that much. ]

Can't remember if you ever mentioned havin' a, uh, tiny-sized human thing.

Well, this is awkward. Dean doesn't usually just burst into the room of an obviously teenage girl, yet here he is and she looks-- upset. But the memory, he thinks, has mostly to do with that, and he can see why. Whatever it is that had gotten all these people up to this point seems like a fight, a journey, and a struggle.

Still, he turns to her, his voice low.

"This is, uh--" he fumbles with his words for a moment, the pushes aside the feelings that must be hers rather than his. "Intense memory, huh?"

He might as well try to be decent about it all, instead of going hunter on her about how so many people had kept their supernatural identities a secret. He'd always known there were werewolves in Wonderland, but who exactly and what type-- he hadn't known until right now. At least most of them are gone.

I'll let you know if a better pie comes along. [ it won't, ever, but hey.

as for it being worse, yeah, dean only nods. imagine if it'd been bad memories... then he'd have to keep people out of his room to keep them safe and sane. he suppress a shiver at the thought, skin crawling. ]

Trust me, been doing that all day. [ all day long, when people have come around either in passing or to specifically snoop. dean hasn't really been a fan of either. ]

What's-- uh, what's in yours?

[ there's a sort of embarrassed awkwardness in the way dean looks at her, which he tries to stuff away. she's charlie, she can see this, so he scoffs a little. ]

I might've had to kick you out if you'd said otherwise. [ you don't really go around insulting people's moms, unless you're a demon or an asshole. not that dean would expect that from charlie.

now, this is an odd situation though, her seeing his mom, something he'd honestly never thought would happen. 'course, she's probably read about her in the damn books, but... yeah. dean looks back at mary. ]

Pretty and damn capable, and not just in the pie baking business.

"Of course. I think we could definitely get a group together for a weekly D&D night."

"I've got a few people who are interested," Sam said. "It would be nice to do something like that. I mean, maybe Darkness and Demons isn't for everyone but it's still fun."

Claire didn't think she spoke loud enough for someone else to hear, but apparently that was not the case. When Tohru turns around, she freezes for a moment before her composure returns.

"Uh, hi. Sorry." She looks apologetic, her trademark Lady of Vega smile falling into place. "I got caught up in what was going on." Claire's smile becomes something more genuine, not wishing to give the girl the wrong impression. "I wasn't expecting to see a beach or anything like it here."

Probably a result of the events that Claire had heard about. "I didn't mean to disturb you." The feeling she had earlier came to the forefront again and she tried to pass it off as nothing. "Sorry."

[ Very often, the happiest memories are also the ones kept the closest to one's heart, safe for their eyes only. There is a raw intimacy in happy moments, unspoiled in their genuineness. He understands that. He doesn't care, but he understands.

He attributes her stiff and unwelcoming approach to that, for now, but nothing puts a predator on alert like rough scrutiny.

He smiles none the less, as if he hasn't noticed. As if the air between them isn't suddenly so sharp. He closes the door behind him. ]

Good afternoon. I was just coming to check up on you, given the obvious.

[ He glances over at the memory as it plays, and then back at Evelyn. ]

[ To anyone who hates themselves enough to actually pay Kol Mikaelson a visit in his room - or perhaps to snoop on what memory makes a ghost of a smile appear on his lips, well, they'll find themselves seeing two very young children in a very old looking house, and anyone old enough might be able to guesstimate it to be around the 10th century give or take, really.

Either way, the boy is knelt down next to the younger girl, a younger version of Wonderland's own Rebekah Mikaelson. The room is dark other than the Candle that Kol has set down by them on the floor and on occasion the room lights up with the flashes of lightning, before thunder rumbles and booms to life.

There's the fondness of one sibling looking at another on his face as he holds Rebekah's hand. ]

I don't like it much either; it reminds me of when father gets mad. [ And takes his anger out on Niklaus. But he spares her that part. ] But I'm not going to let anything hurt you, I promise. [ There's a childish naivete to that promise, but he seems bound to the idea, even as he whispers to her over the patter of rain. ]

I had a bad dream. [ Rebekah manages to snuffle the words out, sitting up to hug her older brother, teary face getting buried in the ratty shirt he'd chosen as his night shirt. ]

Oh. I have those too sometimes. [ His arms slide around her easily to pet at golden locks that flow down her back. ]

You do? [ She pulls away to look up at him with glassy blue eyes, disbelieving. ]

Mhm, just the other night Nik had to sleep with me because I thought something was trying to get me. He and 'Lijah went outside and made sure nothing was out there. [ Sure it had just been a branch scratching against the house, but it had scared him nonetheless after a nightmare. Nik had proved to be a rather grand older brother and climbed the tree the next day and broke the branch down with Elijah and Finn's help. The smile he gives her is one of a child untouched by the horror of the world yet, it's surprisingly one he can still mimic, when elated or comfortable enough. ] What was it about?

Monsters. [ She gives him a pout, not wanting him to make fun of her. ]

I hate monsters. [ There's a pause where he just looks at her before squirming into her warm nest of blankets and pillows to sit next to her. ] Wanna see something cool? I'll be able to scare off all the monsters soon.

[ When she gives him a nod he waves his hand and the candle goes out, causing her to gasp. Then a moment later he mimics his original movement and the flame burns back to life as if it had never gone out, causing Rebekah to let out a giggle. ] How did you do that?

Mum showed me how.

Do it again, Kol!

[ So he does, causing her to smile and nudge her arm into him. She waves her hand trying to put the candle out like Kol had, only to frown when it doesn't go out. ] Maybe she can show you how too. [ He counters her pout before she has a chance to really be upset by it, promising her something he's sure will happen. The bad dream and the thunderstorm long forgotten as she smiles at him. ] She also showed me that if you ever need extra power or to be completely sure that something will be protected no matter what to use a knot. [ He reaches back out to her hair to begin braiding it, a smile finding itself a permanent fixture on his face as she tries to watch what he's doing with her prized blonde strands. Not completely sure he's not knotting them up, he can be rather a troublemaker sometimes, never listening to their mum or dad. He stays quiet, poking his tongue out in concentration as he continues the braid, stopping when her fidgeting made it clear she was getting anxious. ] There, now you're powerful.

[ Her grin makes the possibility of getting yelled at for being up so late worth it to Kol, and he decides that he never wants to see her cry again. So he lets out a startled oompf, when she all but headbutts him, throwing her forehead into his clavicle and muffling another laugh in his shirt. ]Another! [ So he complies, fingers threading the hair on the other side of her head into a similar braid, this one however stopping much sooner as he freezes in place, staring into the sleepy but curious eyes of his two older brothers Niklaus and Elijah.

Rebekah turns to follow his gaze. ]

Couldn't sleep? [ Klaus croaks the words out like being awake is a personal offense to his entire being. The question gets a soft noise from Elijah that sounds like a laugh as his hand finds Nik's back to soothe him. ]

Bad dream. [ The current Kol will mutter as Rebekah and his younger self respond at the same time. ]

Edited 2015-02-24 00:42 (UTC)

My family.

She looked around shyly at each of the new faces, but with a warm smile and wave. There was....had there been new arrivals recently? Either way, James was reunited with the people he'd most wanted to see, and that was good for him.

"Shouldn't that be the first thing you learned how to do?"

Zelena appears to be in the middle of angrily waving her hands at the memory. As if it's some smoke or something that can be fanned away. Which isn't working. And when she hears her door open, she whirls around and...oh, look. It's Regina.

Guess who's angry about this empathy partner? Why are you here? Why are you watching this? Why are you feeling those feelings towards Robin Hood that Zelena wants no part of?

“This isn't any of your business. Get out.”

Though to be honest, regardless of what was going on, that was going to be the reaction Regina would get for popping into her room like that.

"You can call me Pepper." She smiles faintly, knowing from the way Peggy had jerked around that she's startled the other woman. She's learning to become more aware of movements thanks to Bucky, so Pepper doesn't miss the way Peggy's hands move--she just doesn't realize what the gesture truly means, and takes it to be her way of regaining composure.

"You don't have to. Things like this are happening to everyone." Beyond that, it's fairly clear which of them is the intruder in this scenario. Still, Pepper can't quite bring herself to leave just yet, even if she does apologize. "I'm sorry to have startled you. I just--this is going to sound odd, but I wanted to check on you. It looks like Wonderland's really done a number for your first event."

He purses his lips as she speaks, something in his brow growing tense until he can't hear any more of it.

"I know!" He bellows and the room practically shakes with his voice. "I know exactly how it's going to end and I haven't even lived the end of it yet. Don't you think I know?!"

It hurts him down to his core. He deserves friends! He deserves love! Why does everyone leave him?

"I told you! We're friends in my time. We're... howling at the moon together. Blowing off steam. Whatever you want to call it."

He points at the Dean on stage. "You're just as happy as I am!"

It's a lie and a far more overt one than Crowley tends to go for, but it's only a lie because the Dean up there is barely sated. It's the mark's bloodlust that makes Crowley a liar here, not Dean's choice of company. Crowley truly believes that if they could sate the mark, Dean could be happy with him. They could be happy together just like this. Forever.

"I've never been one to pass up a nice ass."

As if that's all this is--some sexual seduction and not a desperate attempt at true emotional connection. It's not about friends, he tells himself to sell the lie, it's about fucking Dean Winchester and it's about sexual dominance.

She stares at him, standing her ground, even though she knows that her jealousy and anger are making him feel worse about this situation. Maybe not in regards to her, but in being exposed for this ~~pathetic~~ sad obsession with Dean.

Lilith looks away, feeling a bit betrayed by the whole thing. It was like her death didn't affect him. He'd buddy up to the Winchesters and what did it matter? They killed her, they killed their kind, but Crowley was their friend.

"This is your happiest memory?" That's what stings most. All of their fun, all of their depravity together and strange demon bonding. It didn't matter against one drunken holiday with Dean.

As soon as Castiel looks at him, he feels this sense of... unease wash over him. He's so annoyed. Why can't Castiel just play nice? Crowley's spent nearly two years doing it!

"I just wanted to pop in and say hi. What kind of greeting is that?"

He leans to the side, ducking his head and looking down to catch a nice view of Dean's ass. He does it more to make Castiel watch him do it than to actually check Dean out.

"Figures your room would be full of Winchesters."

Crowley's is, too, but Cas doesn't need to know that. In fact, no one else needs to know that at all. Not a single person.

"No, just color saturation." It's bright, but not in the way he assumes Heaven must be bright. It's bloody colorful and he doesn't know what to make of it. Is there an entire world out there that looks like this? He hadn't thought much of it the last time he'd seen the bright and bushy trees, but then he hadn't understood much of Wonderland back then. Everything here is a memory and he knows that now.

He remembers the Once-ler, but not just from those zombies. His memories of Storybrook tend to come and go in the forefront of his mind. At first, it had felt just as real as his own life, but even as it's faded away, he remembers snippets of that live as if he'd lived it and he remembers his rival--or rather Tavish's rival who had worn the Once-ler's face. He's gotten good at divorcing these events from his feelings towards people here, because he's needed to, but there's a twinge of bruised pride at the idea of someone doing something he actually did in life better than him.

"This is your world? I remember these trees. The bonfire two years ago."

You miss him.

[ He doesn't get it, not really. The closest he can come is missing Kevin, because he certainly doesn't miss Gavin, the great, big failure, even if he's had a sentimental feeling for him here or there.

If he's honest, Crowley's almost jealous of people who are allowed to have this. Her son's the same age he was when his mother left him and he has no doubt that his mother would never see anything like this as her happiest memory. Fergus had never been more than a thorn in her side or a tool to be used.

His expression softens into something rare and far more human. ]

I hope Wonderland will see to send you home to him.

[Her stiff and unwelcoming greeting is reflected in every fragmented movement, the hallmarks of someone becoming increasingly uncomfortable in their own skin. What Evelyn feels is the last vestiges of her ire from another life and another self, compounded with her own validated distrust in Hannibal Lecter.]

I appreciate your concern.

[Following his gaze she is suddenly very grateful that her family is not in Wonderland, but what precious seconds she dedicates to that worry are swiftly replaced by a desire for the intruder to vacate the premises, post-haste.]

I am as well as to be expected, in light of the circumstances.

Henry swallows a little. "My memory is me with Emma, as a really little kid. But I know it's fake. It never really happened. I never got to do that with her. We didn't get any of that, because she gave me up." And he gets why, but still, sometimes it hurts and then the guilt settles.

"If she hadn't given me up, I wouldn't have all of those memories with Regina. So I feel bad for wanting it to be Emma sometimes, for real." He's so sad and confused, and he hates having both memories because it makes him so conflicted.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you it wasn't nice to lie to your father?" Lucifer's tone conveys that Lucifer isn't buying a second of that excuse. Crowley has his vices, but Dean's ass is not what he's after here.

He doesn't even turn to look at the demon; his attention is all on the memory of Dean. "I don't think I've ever seen him so happy." A quiet laugh. "Happy to be a demon. How pathetic."

"On second thought, this is nice," James laughs. "Perfect weather. I stand corrected."

He listens attentively though, following along as Souji points out each of his friends. The ones Souji mentions as having passed through Wonderland aren't people that James recognizes, but he's never actually claimed to know everyone. Souji's seen enough of James' friends come through that it's nice to be able to "meet" Souji's friends in return, even if it's just a memory. He's happy to hear about Souji's team.

But, there seems to be someone missing, or at least someone he's surprised isn't there.

"What about Minato?" he asks. "Wasn't he from your world too? I know you've both got similar magic."

He never did hear exactly what that was about, or whether they really were from the same world, but James has been assuming they were all this time. It's weird not to see Minato there when they were so attached in Wonderland.

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