charlastan: Happier - Guster (And make the same mistakes...always)
Stanley Pines ([personal profile] charlastan) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2015-12-25 12:20 am

It's the season of scars and of wounds in the heart | OPEN

Who: Stan Pines, the ghosts of his horrible past, and YOU
Where: EVERYWHERE
When: 12/23!
Rating: PG-13 because everything is horrible.
Summary: Stan gets hit by the Christmas Carol event! He'll be largely keeping to himself on days two and three, but on the first day his dirty laundry will be aired out absolutely everywhere, for the entire mansion to see.
The Story:

[The day's already off to a pretty bad start. Stan was woken up by the laughter of children that don't belong to him and sat up screaming, but when he looked out into his room he saw where the laughter was coming from - ghostly images of himself and Ford, no more than ten or so, using their random day out of school as a bully-free off-season day at the beach to themselves. Everyone else was off celebrating their own dumb holiday and He can sort of see Glass Shard Beach too if he squints, ghostly sea grass sprouting up from the carpet and he can almost hear the waves in the distance. He remembers it like it was yesterday, and would swear to anyone that it sounds different from the waves in Wonderland.

Stan's not totally unfamiliar with what's happening. He ran into the kids already, and John. These are some weird...Christmas apparition things, completely wasted on someone who doesn't even celebrate the damn holiday. But with that in mind, Stan figures this is no big deal. He'll just shut these ghostly children in his room and ignore them and they'll go away without anyone else ever having to see them. Easy!

Except, it doesn't occur to Stan that they can be found in multiple places...
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rosswood: (there's razors in your apple)

[personal profile] rosswood 2016-01-13 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Alex shoots him a hard look. Then, slowly, deliberately, without once breaking eye contact, he slams his own open book shut with a pointedly loud bang.]

Fine.

[He scrapes his chair back, stands up, and hefts up the largest, heaviest tome he can find.

Then he wings that big sucker of a book right toward the asshole's center of mass, like a friendly little game of catch gone wrong.]


Enjoy your goddamn holiday.