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[ en ] tranceway . m . o . d . s. ([personal profile] vitaelamorte) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2015-02-20 12:51 am
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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!
kickassqueen: <user name=easystreet> (012)

[personal profile] kickassqueen 2015-03-17 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)
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: (No shit?)

[personal profile] usskickass 2015-03-17 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"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."
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[personal profile] kickassqueen 2015-03-17 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
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: (Yeah yeah I'm listening)

[personal profile] usskickass 2015-03-22 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
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."
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[personal profile] kickassqueen 2015-03-24 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"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?"