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

[vitaelamorte]

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.

Comments

[rosswood]

"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?"

[luckynumberthree]

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."

[rosswood]

"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.

[luckynumberthree]

"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."

[rosswood]

"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."

[luckynumberthree]

"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."

[rosswood]

"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."

[luckynumberthree]

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."

[rosswood]

"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.

[luckynumberthree]

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."

[rosswood]

"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.