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

[vitaelamorte]

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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Shannon Beiste | Room 555, 1st Floor | OTA

[usskickass]

Boy's locker rooms are notoriously horrible places, and yet this is the place where Beiste's memory is set. There's a set of boys in pads and uniforms sitting on all the benches, and Shannon is pacing in front of them silently. It's half time, and things are looking rough. The boys' expressions range from uncertain to scared to simply expectant. A certain group is sitting closer to her than the others, and while they're sweaty and exhausted, they look at Coach Shannon Beiste like she's a commander about to lead them off to war.

The way she bellows her speech, she might as well be. The words are blurred, misremembered over time. When Beiste watches, she can't even say for sure which game this was. Those details aren't important. What is important is how her words strike courage into boys that go home with fear. What matters is that they stand taller, that they focus so intently, that for a moment they are a team with a single goal. What matters is that when she finishes, the boys stand up and cheer, and win or lose, they are better than before.

As the boys crowd out back onto the field, Shannon Beiste follows, hands trembling with adrenaline, lipstick smeared.

[kickassqueen]

It's ultra weird, the feelings she has that seem to have nothing to do whatsoever with what's going on in front of her. Right now, that's a hallway.

At the moment, she's feeling pretty speech-y. Like she could rally troops to the battlefield. It's not like she hasn't felt that way before - playing Queen in a large LARP group required grand speeches and such things. It's just odd to feel it right now.

Once she's on the first floor, she comes to a stop, a strong pull beckoning her down the hallway. It's not long before she's in front of door 555, lifting a hand to give a hesitant knock.

She's not sure who is staying in here, but she knows there's something going on. She's wary, but more curious than anything. Especially since this isn't too terrible a feeling - Charlie wants to go out and do a million cartwheels in the grass to get the energy that buzzing inside her some kind of release.

[usskickass]

To be honest, she just wants to ignore the knocking at first. Of course, it is a little eerie, watching the boys react to her speech whether she attempts to recreate it or not. But her boys. The locker room. She's beginning to think she'll never see any of it again, not for real. So she's absorbing as close as she can get, while she can get it.

And that seems like a private thing, you know?

But she doesn't know what's going on outside, and it might be that she's being distracted by important things by all this. She is sort of getting distracted by feelings of vague confusion every once and a while as it is. So she steps out of place and opens the door, smiling cheerfully at her visitor (although shouldn't she be sort of sad? Maybe?)

"Hey there. What's up?"

[kickassqueen]

Charlie gives her a smile back, fighting the urge to sneak a peek of what's going on inside. For people she knows well, she's had no trouble just hopping right in the door. Even for people she doesn't know well, she's been opening the door. Now, however, she feels like this might be something a little more personal, something this stranger prefers to keep to herself.

"Hi! Uh, this might sound really weird..." She fidgets a little, hesitating. "Uber weird, even. I was kinda drawn here, like some sort of emotional pull. Maybe. I don't really know what to call it."

[usskickass]

Beiste tilts her head, but doesn't respond at first. Emotional pull? Is that something the event is doing, maybe? Dang, she wishes that wasn't the first place her mind goes.

"Hm. If that's an event thing, that might be bad, but...there's nothing dangerous in here, so far as I can tell." A little more shyly, she adds. "And I think it might be an event thing, 'cause now that you mention it, I've been feelin' a little all over the place, myself. I thought it was this memory, but..."

Well, she supposes it explains why she was tempted to try and put goofy hats on the boys an hour or so ago, just for laughs.

"Uh, you can come in, if you want, but it's not-- I mean, it's probably not all that interesting or anything." She steps aside nonetheless, trying hard not to totally discount her own interests as she continues, "I mean, it was my job and I loved it, but not all girls are gonna be so into passionate halftime speeches, heh."

As an afterthought, she adds, "Oh, I'm Shannon Beiste, by the way."

[kickassqueen]

Charlie gives Beiste a grin. "Happy to hear there's no dangerous business going on. Not that I think you're into that sort of thing...you know what I mean." For the most part, Charlie assumes most folks around the mansion are pretty normal without the scary skeletons in their closets.

Charlie peeks into the room before entering, glancing around with interest. "Hey, I wouldn't call this boring, trust me. First time I've been in a boys locker room!" Which has her turning to look over at Beiste, head tilted in curiosity. "Are you a teacher or something at a school?"

[usskickass]

"Football coach. And I teach gym, sometimes." Well, taught, more like. But somehow the past tense of it-- of all of it --isn't getting to her like it normally would. She's just feeling so bubbly.

The memory cycles back to the beginning. The boys are sitting with rapt attention, eyes focused on the spot where Beiste should be. After a few seconds, they let out a riotous YEAH!, and Beiste laughs, realizing she should explain.

"It's halftime. I'm giving a speech. I mean, I'm not right now. But I was, when this happened."

[kickassqueen]

Charlie turns to see the boys appear before looking back at Beiste.

"That's pretty awesome." What can she say, a lady coach is definitely someone she can be impressed with. Wrangling a bunch of teenage boys is no easy task. "That's what I was feeling! I wanted to go give like this rousing speech to make everyone all inspired to do something. Not that I know what I'd ask them to do, but I was super pumped."

Charlie smiles as the boys trail out of the locker room.

"Did you guys win?"

[usskickass]

Beiste tilts her head, confused. "You were feeling my feelings? Well, sheesh. Does that mean I've been as chipper as a munk because of you? Was wondering why this wasn't making me as sad as I thought it would."

She laughs, unable to feel very annoyed at Wonderland through all the upbeatness and determination filtering through her. At Charlie's question, Beiste turns to watch the boys leave, then turns back, shrugging a little.

"I don't remember which game this was, to be honest. But we probably didn't. We weren't doing too hot, that first year."

[kickassqueen]

"Yeah, I guess so. I usually try to be peppy when I can, life's too short and all that." Charlie shrugs, a smile still on her face. There's always reasons to be down about something, but finding reasons to be happy make it all worthwhile to her.

"Aw, that's too bad." Not that she's a football fan (honestly, she's barely watched a game), but she knows the feeling. Maybe a team of underdogs, who knows. "You guys get better, though?"