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

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.

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"I don't," Simon answers honestly, one shoulder lifting in a shrug. "If it is, it's taking it's sweet time about it. Not gonna lie, there's quite a few memories I wouldn't exactlymind losing."

A sentiment around here that not everyone appreciated, so he didn't normally voice it.

"You got me there," Alex grunts, crossing his arms across his chest in a manner that ends up being more self-conscious than aloof like he'd been springing for. "Wouldn't mind that either. Provided it's the right ones."

He wouldn't purge any of his memories of Amy from his mind, no matter how much he was offered for them. Recollections of leaving Seth and Brian and Sarah to die in abandoned buildings, however?

He'd rather live without those.

"Sounds like you had a rough time before you fell down the rabbit hole too," Simon observes, casting a sideways glance over at him in curiosity.

"College was rough," Alex says shortly, which makes his life seem like some absurdist hipster drama when it was really the furthest thing from. More along the lines of horror-thriller-mystery, if he's honest. Not that he's about to admit it.

"What about you? Come from some crapshoot world? Seems to be a trend around here."

"Zombies," Simon replies with a cheeky sense of cheerfulness as he tucks his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels. "Nasty buggers. Make a right mess of everything. I don't recommend them."

"Jesus, you too?" Alex snorts and shakes his head. That particular answer seems to be bordering on trendy at this point.

"Seems like just about everyone here comes from some kind of apocalypse or another. What was it this time, huh? Virus? Rabies? Cure for cancer?"

"Cure for mortality, actually." Simon scoffs, his expression wry. "Which.... sorta worked, but really didn't. I don't think the zombies were actually what they had in mind when it came to... not dying. Spread with a virus, though. People thought it was the flu, at first. Till their neighbors tried to take bites out of them, anyway. The rest is pretty B-movie predictable."

At least until you got to the mind-control and rocket launchers part.

"We have a grand little post-apocalypse club forming here," he jokes. "The sort that would fight tooth and nail to stay here as long as possible."

Damn right. One side of Alex's mouth twists in revulsion. The whole "humanity shouldn't try to play god" storyline, huh. Yeah, that one never works out well.

"It sucks, but it's not terrible," he says with a shrug. "Better than the apocalypse, anyway. Better than where I was."

Which sounds sort of tame compared to the zombie apocalypse, but it's the truth. Living in constant fear that what he did might not be enough, and his worst nightmare would be coming for him anyway - it meant he'd have to die too. And he's not ready for that. Again.

Simon casts him a sideways glance, studying him thoughtfully a moment. "Can I ask what you left behind?" he ventures after a moment. "You don't have to answer if that pries too deeply, mind."

He shrugs, a little tiredly. "Just a girlfriend."

A girlfriend he desperately tried to protect, and had burned away all evidence of to keep any unwanted outside eyes from prying. Everything was fine, though, right? He settled down with her, all those memories and horrors left behind. Safe. Escaped.

Simon huffs out a sound that's midway between a sigh and a laugh. "That's never a 'just', mate."

He eyes Simon skeptically. "We're both in our twenties, dude. How true love do you think a relationship like that's gonna get?"

Especially since, as a bonus, it was more likely that they'd both end up dead than alive together.

Simon just laughs and shrugs, shaking his head. "You'd be surprised, mate. I don't think age has anything to do with it. Although if you're thinking like that, I'm going to guess 'not very'."

"I'm being realistic." Of course, internally he's got a pretty different picture. Young love was a thematic centerpiece of his student film masterpiece. He's not sure if it's anything as fairy-tale as true love, but he cares enough about Amy to hope that she never ends up here. It's safer for her if she never sees him again, frankly.

"What about you, huh?" He folds his arms. "You leave behind anything important, or whatever?"

Simon debates a moment before shaking his head. "Nah. Nothing lasting. Not that there's much of that left anymore where I come from. What I did have... well. Those bridges are pretty thoroughly burned. Here, though?" He casts a glance at the manor house, crooked smile twisting across his lips for a moment. "Here's a different story."

"I'll fucking say." Most of the people he's met here aren't ones he'd classify as friends. In fact, he's already made his fair share of enemies, including one that actually succeeded in damn well killing him. But he'd miss Max, at least. Assuming he'd remember her if he ever got snatched back home.

"Weird place, but - better than where I was." Always better. Always, always better.

"Yeah, I hear you." Simon angles himself towards the other man and holds out a hand to him. "I'm Simon, by the way. Think I forgot that part earlier."

"Alex." Right, introductions. That old chestnut. Sometimes he forgets that there's a shred of normalcy here. "Only been here a few months. Guess I'm still adjusting."

"Been here..." He pauses to think about it a moment. "Almost two years now. Huh. Don't feel bad, I'm not sure the adjusting process ever really stops."

"Fantastic." Yeah, this place isn't terrible, unless you're slowly being driven out of your mind based on how batshit it all is.

He needs a drink or something. Or a really bad movie. Something to take his mind off all...this.

"Fuck that," he says decisively. "I'm gonna drink something. Or like, ten somethings."

Simon just arches an eyebrow.

"Well, lucky for you, you just made friends with one of Wonderland's resident bartenders. Come on, my treat, I'll even let you pick your poison if you want."

"You're shitting me." He doesn't sound particularly bothered as he says it. On the contrary, he sounds as close as Alex Kralie gets to delighted at the prospect. "Shit, man. Should've started with that."

So what if he's just a twentysomething college kid? Lots of college kids get drunk. And it's fucking Wonderland.

Lucky for you, Simon's also British. What's with your weird American drinking age anyway? You definitely look older than 18, he's sure it's fine. Sometimes you just need a beer, age has nothing to do with it.

He just laughs at the comment however, clapping a hand on Alex's shoulder. "Come on, I'll get you fixed up. We could all use the distraction this week."

"Hell yeah." He smirks, all too happy to leave this weirdness with the holograms at the wayside. This guy's not all that bad. He's offering alcohol, for one, which already puts him high on Alex's "good shit" list, which is alarmingly short as it is.

So fuck the memory-hologram things, whatever they are. He's gonna follow Simon and self-medicate for a spell.

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