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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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There's always a deal to be made, but the terms aren't necessarily for a soul. I'm in the business of staying alive and the only way I can do that is if I get along with everyone.

Between the jabberwocky, the crazy events, and the constant boomeranging between human and demon, I don't need to add hunters and angels to my list.

She saw everything she needed to. Returning now would be pointless, nothing would really change and she has a good idea about Castiel's psyche. Never mind its simplicity. She simply enjoys getting a glimpse into what makes others tick.

"Oh believe me, I know." First hand experience aside, it was rather obvious that Lucifer and some of the stupider demons couldn't see a use for humans. It was what made Castiel's memory so impressive.

"And what value do you see in humans?"

"Yet you want the affection that they can give." She said, glancing back at Dean. The happiness in Crowley's face is one that she remembers. They had shared moments like this before, but now they belonged to someone else. It hurt, despite what front she might throw up. Being abandoned was something she couldn't handle very well.

"I don't have friends like that or allies. I don't really have anyone but you." She isn't sure how she feels about this or if she feels anything at all. It just never occurred to her how solitary she really was.

Yes. In my world, angels are feared and those humans that interact with them, show that fear. I did not have many that would speak openly with me.

[Michael had absolutely no intention of hurting Kaleb, he'd given him no reason to do such.]

He's my twin. Created together by God's hand. [He frowns.] Even if I wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine, I don't know if I could.

I would stop him, if I needed to protect someone, but to seek him out and hurt him, I don't have it in me.

[Michael envied Kaleb of his ability to do what he couldn't.]

Tohru seems a little conflicted. She turns and looks behind her at Kyo, who is still moving on loop as the waves roll in. It's fitting that it's his advice that comes to mind, that it's okay for her to say how she's feeling or what she needs now and then.

"...I. I think I'd like to stay a little longer, actually," she decides. "But thank you very much. I really appreciate the offer."

It really was kind of him. He didn't have to offer to go help her double-check the diner.

"Souji or Mr. Ned probably opened it. I shouldn't worry," she says. "And even if they didn't...well, I think everyone is a little distracted today. Right?"

If everyone has a memory in their room, then Tohru can't be the only one who got caught up in old thoughts and feelings this morning.

"Good."

Which she means, because she wants no part of this. No part of this at all. But that means if Zelena didn't do it as part of her insane scheme, that means Wonderland is actually behind all of this. Between sharing emotions and the contents of her room? Regina's worried.

A feeling she quickly tamps down before too much hopefully gets through to Zelena and makes her curious. To make the diversion even more successful, she spins around to get a better look at the memory taking place around them.

"So this is Oz? How... green."

#NailedIt

[ dean looks away from cas slowly, eyes tracking back to mary. he could spend all day in here, watching her loop through the same old motions, ask him the same questions, talk with the same hushed frustration at john... and be fine with all of it.

but as much as it might be his memory, the moment isn't real anymore. ]

Same. [ mary winchester could have potentially had a great life, a normal life-- the life she always wanted. if it hadn't been for the angels, for the bloodlines they had all seemed too interested in -- if it hadn't been for himself or even sam -- then things could have been different. too bad they don't ask you whether you want to be born or not before you're coming out.

another beat of silence passes again, though this time dean keeps his gaze on mary. ]

I think Sam was upset he wasn't a part of this memory. [ at least he had seemed disappointed in heaven. dean can understand that, too, since it meant no attention from their mom, something sam has lacked all his life. ] But from what I heard, his ain't so bad either.

[ something about a simple day at bobby's. ]

Lydia takes another quiet look down the table, lingering on Simon as she thinks, seeing if she can place him. She's talked to a Simon once - danced with one at the high school event but he'd definitely looked a little different then. Most people had - they'd been teenagers at that point.

"I might have met him." But she couldn't be sure - Simon wasn't exactly an uncommon name, he could have been a different Simon.

"Two is good. Safe and friends." It would certainly be a lot different if you were the only person rom your world in Wonderland Maybe they were lucky to have people with them.

"He isn't." It was also longer than immediately realisable since Jackson had been her boyfriend, especially if you included Wonderland time after that. There'd then been Aiden, also a werewolf, but he hadn't had any more of a happier ending. He'd died and Lydia hadn't known that it would have been him - but none of them would have been able to do anything. Berserkers were too strong, and unpredictable.

When Steve mentions Scott there's a small smile that Lydia gives just from his name, and then a little, quick nod. Scott was a lot quicker at trusting people - he had good feelings about people, and him and Steve were probably similar in that. It makes sense that Scott would tell Steve if they were friends, and it possibly even helps her explanation.

"Beacon Hills. There's a few other people here too." Malia and Isaac. There'd been a lot more at one point but most of them had ended up going home. Would any of them come back?

"I didn't know you knew him."

"Not very well," she admits, leaning into him and resting her head on his shoulder. "Every few minutes Zelena gets angry about something new, and since we're connected thanks to Wonderland..." she trails off, feeling the telltale spike of anger in her veins. Right on cue. Sitting here with Robin, though, helps her keep in control of it. If she happens to feel a little joy at making Zelena feel incredibly awkward because of her brand new feelings for Robin Hood, that's her business.

"I saw your room," she admits again. Regina knows the pain of being separated from your child all too well, but she had been lucky in that Wonderland didn't feel the need to dredge up memories for all to see when Henry hadn't been here. "Are you okay?"

She doesn't expect him to be.

"You still could have said something!" he insists. "You know I would've listened, right?"

The James Potter Show doesn't stop for many people, but Souji is a good friend. James has been there for him before, when others have left Wonderland. He absolutely doesn't want Souji to think that's different now that he's engaged, now that more of his friends from home are around.

"Really, are you alright?" he asks, a little more seriously. "You must miss him a lot."

Worry? What on earth do you have to be worried about, Regina? Unless it's a worry that this empathy mess is permanent, which while unlikely...let's just say the feeling is mutual. Though right now, she's just annoyed because get out already. Seriously, why are you still here? Don't you have Robin Hood to go hang out with or some...

Actually, no. Don't go do that. Please don't.

“It is. Not that it's any of your business.”

[ His hands drop to his sides instantly, empty. The weapons he reached for on instinct remain hidden under his clothing. ]

Evelyn. [ He's only seen her a couple of times, but he's starting to wonder if she's ever without a book in her hands. She looks -- irritated mostly, though less so when she recognizes him.

He doesn't really have an excuse for what he was doing, besides the obvious. ]

The door was open. I didn't realize it was yours. [ He touches the side of his neck. His gaze lifts briefly to the scene playing out behind her, before snapping back to settle on her again. ] I can... go.

Maybe the Once-ler should judge that a little harder, but mention of monsters and murder just gets an eyebrow raise out of him. He's been in Wonderland a long time now, so he knows exactly what Crowley means - Wonderland has a spectacular way of making everything worse somehow.

Mention of a quieter life gives him pause though. He glances out past Crowley, to the trees.

"...Yeah. I guess you could say that," he finally admits. "It's even quieter than it is now. All of this is gone in my time so it's more like dead silent, really. It's a wasteland now."

With that, the Once-ler disappears, but only for a moment so he can actually come outside instead of just hanging his arms out the window.

"Wonderland's actually kind of peaceful in comparison." Most things are, since he can barely breathe the air at home - not that he has any right to complain about that.

"Good thing you kept my hand around to remind you." Yep, that remains creepy. If it helps, the fluttering has lessened a lot now that Gold's here. Amazing how that happens. "I could deal with a great deal less of your emotions in my head as well, you know. It goes both ways."

Given that Tohru seems to have a habit of putting other people before her, Steve is actually relieved when she doesn't jump up to go make sure that the clinic is in working order. Everyone deserves a break sometime, especially given that she's not even working for money.

"Exactly. There's always the dining room if someone is really in a bind." That doesn't need to be opened or staffed by anyone. It runs on its own.

Everyone is a little distracted, that much is true, and Steve draws a little closer, figuring that Tohru would have shooed him out by now if she was really that upset to have him here.

He nods toward the boy seated on the sand behind her, curious. "I'm guessing he's a friend of yours?" Or maybe something more. These are all their happiest memories, after all.

"Does the one after flailing off the bed count as a first? I was counting it as our second." He leans up into Teddy's lips wrapping his arms around him.

"It was still a first," Teddy murmured against Billy's lips. "There was the first time I kissed you and then the first time you kissed me back. See? It counts twice. We're that special."

Tohru mirrors that warmth right back at her.

"It's nice to meet you too!" she says, with a bright smile. "My name is Tohru Honda."

It's always nice to meet new people, and people come and go from Wonderland often enough that there's always new faces around. She turns and looks out at the ocean.

"Um, thank you?" Is that something she should really accept thanks for? It's a memory after all, not something she's done or created. "The beach house over there belongs to some friends of mine, and they invited me to come with them once. ...That's what this place is."

"I've never had many people, either." He eyes the false Dean, wondering how long before that crumbles, too.

"Truthfully, sweetheart, there wasn't much beyond you until I came here." Wonderland changed things. He's met people--wonderful people like Clara and River and Martha--and maybe most of them aren't here anymore, but he remembers them here.

Souji nods. He knows James would have listened. He's still not all that good at talking about himself when he's not prompted to do so by someone else. It's much easier and...somehow more fulfilling to listen to others talk instead. Maybe it's distracting, too, though he doesn't like the idea that he's using people to get away from his own thoughts.

It's not quite as easy to answer the second question. Souji crosses his arms.

"......I'm worried." Afraid is probably a better word, but it isn't one that Souji would use lightly. Fear isn't something he's felt very many times in his life. "That I won't remember my promise."

He's never questioned it out loud before, the idea that he'll somehow will himself to remember when no one else ever has (as far as he knows, anyway). He has no real basis for believing that and it isn't like he's done anything to try to ensure it. Once again, he's relying solely on his personas to do the work for him, like they'll collectively write these memories into his soul and hard-code them into him.

Before Victor's mistakes had ruined that relationship, too, Van Helsing had once said his heart was steady where his hands were not. Victor hadn't given the words much thought then, but only after littering his floor with drawings of a mother whose face was now painfully fresh in his mind did he realize how apt they had been. How weak his own heart was.

Though his hands never shook as they held a pencil or buried themselves in his hair--how blind he'd been to think unerring confidence wasn't a sign of weakness as well as strength--it was his heart, his fitful, feeble heart, that trembled.

He couldn't be bothered to feel chagrin that a figment of his imagination had brought him so low. He didn't have the strength for it.

Time passed, but how much he couldn't be sure of. Finally, a knock at the front door, muffled by distance and the sleep-deprived pounding in his own head, stirred him out of another cycle of memory. Had he slept? Or had he only dreamed he'd slept? One thing he could still say for sure, only one or two people would visit his room like this--Vanessa, most likely, to check on him. He would regret it later if he didn't at least show her he wasn't dead or disappeared.

Dragging himself up took more energy than it should.

Belatedly, he looked down at himself, finding yesterday's shirt and pants staring back at him, rumpled and unbuttoned, a smudge standing out against the lighter material of his trousers where he'd accidentally rubbed charcoal. He'd hate to see what his face looked like, in all the glory of its dried-up grief. Vanessa had seen him in a casual state before, had been the cause of it, but before he answered the door, Victor took a moment to roll his sleeves down so that they concealed the angry red track marks by his elbow.

Some weaknesses, he could still hide.

To his own surprise, he'd misjudged what he'd find when he opened the door. For a second, he was at a loss to explain the blonde head of hair. "What--" It was too late to take his appearance back and undo his own foolishness. He made an attempt to wipe his face with his arm all the same. "What are you doing here?"

Hm. [ It's a bit dismissive of the idea. ]

I've been alive a long time and dead a couple times - and none of that time has been spent fearing people that won't hurt me.

[ He sounds awfully confident about that. ]

But he has it in him to seek you out and hurt you?

The barrage of accusations do their job in setting Castiel on the defensive, although for the most part Crowley's missed the mark. Dean is allowed to have any friends he wants, he is his own person who makes his own choices and it's not as if Castiel has ever been able to control him (nor does he want to). There's more to this.

Such as the phone call that takes place within the memory, with Sam on the other line. Even then, Crowley's all too willing to gloat about the fact that he and Dean are now supposedly the best of friends, thicker than thieves.

Castiel's gaze flicks back to Crowley, the one who isn't simply a ghost of a memory, and he shakes his head. "He's a demon, here. That's the only reason that the two of you are friendly. You know as well as I do that Dean wouldn't be willing to do any of this with his soul intact."

He's already heard plenty about Dean turning into a demon from Sam, and had gathered up some mental images of what that would be like. It certainly hadn't been anything approaching this. If all Castiel has to worry about from a demonic Dean is that he'll be more willing to brush shoulders with Crowley, he's fairly certain he can handle that.

Of course, this is probably only the tip of the iceberg.

"No one even told me she got the dagger." Which Neal is still incredibly curious about, to say the least. At least he can count on the fact that his father hasn't gone on any rampages; Zelena comes off as pretty blunt, so he figures if they hadn't found a way to stop that control, they'd all be past their fifth deaths by now.

But watching it play out this way, how his father is manipulated into serving the woman responsible for his son's death? What Regina says just doesn't feel right in his head. The one thing Neal had been certain of, absolutely sure of, is that Rumplestiltskin would make Zelena pay by his own hand. He'd seen his father turn men into snails for Baelfire's skinned knees, and that was before he broke their deal. After?

Yeah. Neal's kind of amazed she lived long enough to off herself.

"I thought the Dark One would be the one to kill her." He looks down, trying to decide just how he feels about the fact that apparently, he's been wrong in his assumption.

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