entrancelogs | + FOURTH WALL EVENT: HOUSE PARTY +

+ FOURTH WALL EVENT: HOUSE PARTY +

Who: E V E R Y O N E
Where: Wonderland's Second Mansion, near the southern walls
When: Sept 1st to Sept 10th
Rating: G to PG-13 (please label higher ratings, thank you!)
Summary: It's a whole party mansion! Have a look inside, explore, make yourselves at home! And don't forget to have a look at the Fourth Wall Master Post for event rules, puzzle clues, and more places to mingle!
The Story:

Beginning on September 1st, something more than grass has suddenly grown near the southern walls. A second mansion has sprung up overnight! With only three floors and a strangely makeshift look about it it doesn't seem to compare to the original at first glance, but there's plenty enjoyment to be had inside!

The first floor houses a series of restaurants, diners, and coffee shops. No matter your style or intentions, this floor will find something to your taste! (Provided you, too, really love the colour red.) Of course all foods and services are free, and provided invisibly and without delay - no need to tip the unseen magical forces! ♥

The second floor is this mansion's beating heart - quite literally so! Disco beats shake this massive dancefloor 24/7, and the open bar provides party refreshments for responsible hydration and/or happy cocktail hour. Invisible DJ not playing your song? Man the turntables yourself, or sneak off into the karaoke corner! By the way, it doesn't take a keen observer to notice the common theme of this floor's design.

(Although it falls to the curious party guest to notice the peculiar paint splashes on one of the walls, and a little patience to stick around long enough for the travelling spotlights to reveal their message.)

Despite the busy party below, the third floor is surprisingly quiet, and pleasantly so. It invites crisp and clean comfort, be it to sit, to sleep, or to mingle in the comfy common rooms in front of their warm chimneys. From single bedrooms to large dormitories all guests have plenty of room to make use of fluffy pillows galore, be it to sleep on, to fight with, or to build.

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A Captain's Log.

[Hang on. He doesn't recognize that voice. Stefan peers up from his writing, trying to place if and where he's seen this guy before. A dream, maybe? A far-off memory??

He's coming up blank, and it's unsettling, because this guy clearly knows him.]

Sorry, uh - I'm not sure I'm the Stefan you know.

[His face screws up in amusement at the response.] Really?

[He tips his head slightly and tries to suss out that weird, curiously confused look on his face and then the dots connect in a single sentence.] Huh. Weird. [He leans forward against the table a bit.] D'ya have any idea who I am?

["No," he should say. Stefan's coming up blank, but there's those pangs of familiarity, like they've met a whole lifetime ago.]

You're... related to Rebekah, right? [He almost looks proud of himself.] I remember something about a family dinner, or a ball, or maybe both.

[He can practically see Stefan trying to sort it out in his head, and it's all very strange and fascinating to him that he doesn't remember more clearly than that.]

I am. [He nods with a slight grin which fades into something more nostalgic at the mention of family dinners and balls.] Mmm, yeah, that was-- awhile ago for me now, mate. [He leans forward on his arms against the table.] You really don't remember, do you? What happened? [He's blunt and curious, sue him. He's not a cat, he'll be fine.]

[Under normal circumstances, Stefan would flinch at the idea of telling a complete stranger his secrets, but... what happens in Wonderland stays in Wonderland, right? He presses his lips together before finally going for the truth (or some semblance of it).]

No, sorry - a couple of years ago, I lost my memories. They've been coming back in bits and pieces, but nowhere near fast enough for my liking.

Was it magic? Did Nik compel you to forget your entire life now or something? [Because that absolutely sounded like something his brother would do, if he felt the need. Not that Kol could think of a reason for it, but who knew Klaus' motives for anything anymore. He never thought he'd have dropped them all the way he had, either. He doesn't understand him at all these days.]

[Now that's a laughable thought.]

Klaus wishes he had that power. No, it's more... [It's more like what? That he got reincarnated? That's a sentence (and a thought) best left for another time.] It's more that I got pulled into another dimension, and the entry fee was every memory I had.

Well, that's a shitty deal. [His eyebrows arch toward his hairline. Lawrence had it's bad points, but at least it didn't steal everything that made him who he was from him.] Everyone got their memories ganked like that in that place?

Pretty much. Memories, powers, random stuff...

[He gestures to his daylight ring, even though he's more than certain Kol knows just how important it is to their kind.]

I'm pretty sure I won the "crappiest dimension" award, and that includes this place.

So, did they supplement memories for the ones they stole from you or something? [Sorry, Stefan, he's all kinds of intrigued now!]

Sounds like. Lawrence had an Apocalypse going on, which was sort of insane in it's own rights, but I mean...we kept all the things that made us, us.

Actually, yeah.

[Usually, he's the one explaining the weird jamjar rules to everyone...]

But I don't know, the Apocalypse might be a close second.

So you just had some life you never actually lived dumped in your head and were led to believe it was real? [Okay, now he's creeped out. Because he's had his head messed with and his agency stolen not all that long ago--which really put compulsion into perspective, let him just say--and the idea that his memories could even be some sentient Creator's whims was...disturbing to say the least.

He shrugs one shoulder.] Wasn't so bad. Made a lot of friends, got a brother-in-law out of the deal, got to kill things. Pretty good gig, if you ask me.

Hold up. I definitely lived it, but try telling that to Damon and the others.

[#reincarnationproblems

But in all seriousness, Stefan's pretty damn proud of his next life. He was an honors student, all-around interfaith activist, and even someone who didn't hesitate to sacrifice his life for the greater good. His shame doesn't come from his next life. Nah, it comes from thinking that no one would believe him.]

A brother-in-law, you say? He must've been a pretty great guy.

How do you know? [He asks, not at all the playful joke he'd made of most of this conversation. Kol is suddenly the picture of serious, maybe even concerned, as he leans forward in the table a bit, his eyes trained heavily on Stefan.] I don't mean to just dismiss-- you're life, but...how do know for sure any of it ever happened? How do you know what's real if someone can just...go in your and change things the way they see fit?

[He can't stop the slight twitch of a smirk at that.] Ah, he's all right.

[Forget the brother-in-law, this is more pressing. He takes a sigh, before pulling out his Captain's Log and holding out a page. It's entirely in Arabic.]

I know because I was able to leave. I met my grandparents back in Jordan, and I headed out of town to visit my parents and other-Damon. If I didn't live any part of it, then whoever captured me should've prevented me from leaving town.

But they didn't.

[Luckily, Kol is old as dirt and knows roughly eleventybillion languages, so actually, he can make out the gist of what's on the page presented to him. But then he says the captors let him go and that's got him jerking his head up.]

Really? Huh. [That is odd. And surprising. And fascinating all wrapped up in one.] so, then, you've literally got two lives and two sets of memories running concurrently through your head? [Kol was no stranger to creating another life for the sake of things like never aging and the constant need to be on the run and throw Mikael off his tracks, but this is a completely different thing altogether.]

[The gist of the page isn't terribly exciting: it's his first day in Wonderland. He's also concerned that he left Obi-Wan (as in, Obi-Wan Kenobi) in charge of a place called the Center.]

That... about sums it up, yeah. Let's just say that my two lives don't exactly see eye-to-eye on everything.

That sounds...like a fucking mess, honestly, mate. [There's just really no other way of putting it. He wonders if it counts more like three because who Stefan is as a Ripper is really rather different.] how do you even keep it all straight?

[That's a good question. Stefan's been grappling with that for as long as he can remember – and even now, he's not sure he has a good answer.]

Well enough. The memories don't come back in one piece, and it's been long enough that I know what belongs to me and what doesn't.

At this point, it's all a matter of who I want to be.

Sounds confusing. [He admits, but it makes enough sense anyway.

And Stefan's next comment, of course, begs the question:] Have you figured out who it is you want to be yet?

[Kol's been in his own sort of re-working of who he is for awhile by now, it's not all that different from who he'd always been, but some things... something things are definitely different. And it's all for the people that he'd met in Kansas. He's certain he'd have never come to where he is now without the lot of them.]

Kind of. I'm not all the way there yet, but the foundation's in place.

[Without all of his memories, Stefan can't eschew the guy he used to be. Nor can he forget about his current life. He's firmly somewhere in the middle, with two lives and two sets of values to respect - and well? He thinks he has the right idea of how to balance them out.]

Then again, regular people don't always know who they want to be either.

Well, that's a start, yeah? [He smirks slightly.] At least you're a bit ahead of the rest on that front then. What is regular, anyway? I don't think it really exists.

Well, in this case? I'm gonna go with "people who generally remember their lives.” Which, someday, should hopefully include me.

[He laughs, not unkindly, though Kol has a point. Normal is such a subjective term that its very definition will change from person to person.]

Well, all right. There is that. [His voice is light and airy, has a bit of a teasing nature about it and there's a smirk on his lips the whole while. Few years back, he never would have believed he could be so chummy with a Salvatore.

A thought occurs to him thought and he tips his head slightly.] Any of my siblings around in that other place you were in?

[The question isn't as random as it may seem, Stefan. Bear with him, he has a thought process going, here.]

Possibly. They never made themselves known to Reincarnates or the Network, so. [He shrugs, a little helplessly.] If the Mikaelson clan went and got themselves reincarnated, it wouldn't surprise me? But I wouldn't have concrete proof.

[As far as he knows, he was the only one who was pulled from their universe. No one's told him any different - and Stefan's paranoid enough to know if they had regained memories.]

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