entrancelogs | Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket

Who: EVERYONE and all the stars in the sky
Where: Mostly on the grounds, though some have crashed through windows and walls.
When: 2/29 → 3/6
Rating: PG-13, label it if you're gonna go higher.
Summary: Shooting stars have fallen in Wonderland, and they're bringing with them glimmers of Wonderyears past! A catch all log for the fallen star holograms.
The Story:

Each glittering, golden star brings the woosh of a sonic boom and there are impacts that shake the whole world. They crash hard into the snow, the trees, and even break through a few windows. None of them leave behind meteors or space debris, but instead just a glimmering cloud at each point of impact. In each gold light is a projection, a scene lit by starlight and moondust, a memory of years ago. Even if someone were to be struck by one, it would simply pass through them.

These are just the first stars to fall. More will come the next night, and the night after that, and perhaps even more. When budding astronomers look upward, they will notice fewer and fewer constellations dot the night sky with each passing day.

All memories are semi-opaque, and will play in a loop in one spot the whole time. Most stars will have landed somewhere on the grounds, but some might have crashed through a window, playing their memory inside the mansion. Characters can listen to and watch the scenes as many times as they like, but they will be unable to influence or interact with the memories in any way.

You can make a top level comment with all the scenes people will get to see. Please include who is in your memory and where it can be found somewhere in your top level. Either prose or [action brackets] are welcome! And finally, check out our plotting post for reminders on what everyone's doing, or ideas for the finishing touches on your memories or the most recent event announcement for more on the falling stars.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Maker, I bloody well hope not. I'm hoping once I find it's head, one well-placed lop will do the trick. [ he quips the words with a rueful smirk. ]

And where are my manners? My apologies, Lady Elena. Brennan Trevelyan, at your service. [ She even gets a flourished bow with just the right manner of politeness in the dip. Somewhere he's sure Josie is very proud. ]

You and our entire army. [ she returns his smirk with a light one of her own. it is a cold comfort, perhaps, but a comfort all the same: differing worlds and beliefs aside, they're all in the same boat. none of them is alone in their predicament. she believes there's strength in numbers; she does.

there haven't been reasons to smile lately, but he'll get a genuine and almost surprised laugh out of her. ] Ah. So you're one of those. [ the charming ones. elena will reciprocate with flourish of her own, curtsying a bit in response. ] Sir Brennan, your manners are right where they should be.

We are getting rather numerous here these days. New faces arriving with frequent consistency, I've noted. [ Maybe the memories herald another time when its populations was growing as it is now? Coincidence or just strange timing? He hasn't been here long enough to know. ]

[ Her laugh gets a grin from him as he straightens once more. ] One of what, precisely? I'm not sure I'm one of anything. Although I'm sure those that made sure my manners were impeccable are breathing a sigh of relief right now.

[ elena tips her head to the side as she considers his observation. she's still too new to know if there's been an influx or not, but now that he mentions it, she wonders if all these arrivals means something. if it means the core had started to run out of batteries, so to speak. ]

My mistake! [ though there's still a faint smile twitching on her lips. she still has her suspicions, mind. ] Whoever they were, they can rest assured that your manners have gone nowhere. [ that was a very nice bow, brennan. a+ ]

Well, with the amount of time and effort they spent drilling them into me, I should hope not. [ He chuckles at that, crossing his arms over his chest and regarding her. ] Do people not have manners where you come from?

[ she gives a small laugh. ]

No, they do. It's just ... [ small towns like the ones elena comes from certainly place a lot of emphasis on propriety and image. and then there's the salvatores... ] They're a little different. I guess that's what happens when you bring people to Wonderland from all kinds of places.

[ at least elena's century and geographical space seems to be well-represented. ]

[ It gets a laugh from him at that, a bemused expression flitting across his face. ]

We certainly do have a wide and varied range of very strange places represented here, it's true. I learn stranger and stranger things every day here, it seems.

You're accepting of the differences, though. [ it's almost a question, aside from being an observation. ]

If you'd told me a month ago that I'd suddenly find myself in a pocket dimension a world away, I wouldn't have believed you. It would be beyond strange. But I believe it now. [ and sometimes, that's the important thing. belief. ] And I think that's how we'll find a way out of here. It won't be because we refuse to accept that magic and other worlds are real. It'll be because we're learning that they are.

[ it'll be because they're choosing to learn. she has to believe that eventually, they'll find a way to harness that knowledge. use it to their advantage.

those who remain closed-minded to the possibilities—they'll struggle more. ]

[ Her words get a soft chuckle from him as his gaze returns to the scene for a moment. ]

My understanding of the world over the past few years has been all about adapting and learning the impossible isn't quite so unusual after all. This place... might be straining those expectations even further, it's true, but I prefer to look at it as an opportunity instead.

...I'm still trying to decide what it's an opportunity for, but I'm certain that will be made clearer in time. Or so I hope.

[ her smile softens a little at that. ]

There's nothing wrong with having a little bit of hope.

[ even in her most jaded and cynical of days, elena has tried to remind herself that she has to hope. and maybe hope sometimes is just synonymous for sheer determination, but if she didn't have it, she wouldn't get out of bed. ]

[ His smile softens a hint at that as he glances back to her, understanding flitting across his expression. ]

I've always found it quite necessary, in fact.

Me too.

[ the smile lingers, but her eyes are clouded with a similar understanding, and not without a certain heaviness. she tries to shake it off, but maybe it's the kind of thing that will reside in her forever. (there is more to her than gloomy graveyard girl; there is.) ] I should go check on my friend.

[ in truth, bonnie's magic is on display, more so than any of elena's secrets. ] But it was nice to meet you.

I won't keep you. And the pleasure was mine.

[ He adds the words with an easy bow, the move coming easily and naturally as if he's done it hundreds of times before. ]

If you or your friend ever need assistance or aid here in this place, please feel free to call on me.

[ the bow does come naturally to him. for elena, it's something entirely new, and it makes her smile again. and maybe give a little curtsy in response. she's more than a little homesick, and the reminder there are people here who care, even when they don't have to, means a great deal more than he likely knows. ]

I will definitely keep that in mind. Thank you.

[ those two words, thank you, are said so often, but she infuses them with meaning. and then she's off, hoping the gardens haven't been giving bonnie too much grief. ]

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