entrancelogs | + FOURTH WALL EVENT: BEACH PARTY +

Who: E V E R Y O N E
Where: The Beach!
When: Sept 5th to Sept 10th
Rating: G to PG-13 (please label higher ratings, thank you!)
Summary: Are the other parties a little too crowded and chaotic for you? Come and chill by the water! 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 5th, much of the shoreline will be taken over by a massive beach party! As with all good Wonderland parties, it will be run day and night, always mysteriously tidy and always with food that replenishes itself.

At various points along the beach, there will be wheel barrels full of candy and treats, and torches for people to claim as their own. There are also volleyball nets, and when darkness falls they will light up like Christmas trees for those who want to play well into the night.

There are many places set up to sit - some with tables, some with pillows and blankets, many with shade, and some even dug out in the sand. There is music playing, but the source is unclear.

However, there's one thing that the curious may find - a message in a bottle. It will regenerate within five minutes if taken, allowing as many curious truth-seekers to investigate as possible.

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[River stays quiet and just listens to them hum. It calls to mind quiet, a friend, sprinkling rain... She concentrates on that. The chaos of this event slowly seems to slip away. She mumbles.]

Sorry. Sorry.

[She feels... guilty. She's making them worry about her. She's being a spectacle. She's embarrassing herself.

No. She concentrates on the lullaby.]

I'm... okay. I'm okay.

It's okay. It's been...it's been some really wild few days, right? Anyone would feel overwhelmed.

[Frisk certainly does, and that's just the beginning. They have no idea if things might only progress and grow even worse as time wears on, or...well, they don't dare consider the possibilities. Not right now.]

Do you need someone to look at those? [They indicate her injuries with a gentle lift of their eyebrows.] I can...I know how. If you need that.

[Look at her injuries.

Like Simon would.

River's hand pulls away from Frisk's and she hugs herself lightly, awkwardly looking away from their face. Anywhere else. She really doesn't need Simon anymore. She's filling the hole.

Well. Someone has to do a better job of fixing her up than she did. And she doesn't really trust herself to sit down and take the time to do better.]

...Okay.

[They smile faintly as they dig a hand into their pocket for a moment. Inventory? No, pocket. It's a pocket here, just a regular pocket. And they've got some strips of gauze and bandaging - started just carrying it around after a while. It seemed...necessary.

Ha-ha.

Oblivious to the internal turmoil that generates, they hold up the roll of bandages with an inquisitive lift to their eyebrows.]

I don't have anything else to put on them, but this should at least keep them from getting scratched up more.

[Oh. They have it on them already.

River nods, holding out one arm, the one with the messily bandaged hand, and starts removing what she's already done to it. Flinching at every pull of sticky bandages.]

I rinsed them earlier. So... that part's done.

[It was a rushed job at best, they can tell almost at once. Little more than some desultory rinsing and then patching in a hasty, disorganized fashion, not even fully covering some of the cuts and scrapes.

Their mirror...really did a number on her, huh? Frisk winces sympathetically as they find themselves wishing they'd brought antiseptic or something else to put on other than a bandage job. The Worn Dagger is for cutting plants and vines, not flesh. Who knows what their mirror had done with it before deciding to attack River?]

How badly did they hurt you? [they murmur as they start to wind the fresh fabric around the cuts with careful surety.]

[River stays silent as they wrap her arm, the angry gashes gradually disappearing from view beneath white cloth. They ask a question, and

Simon wipes her face with a wet towel, scraping dried blood away with covered fingers. He crosses the med bay to a fridge, digging out a cold pack and pressing it against her cheek. She stares down at her dangling feet.

"Wasn't exactly holding back, was he?" Simon murmurs, checking under the pack on the forming bruise.

"Too cold," she says, jerking her head away from him.

"No, River--" he protests, making a frustrated noise. He gently grabs her head and pulls her back toward the cold pack. "If we leave it, it'll swell. Does it hurt?"

She nods numbly.

"Good thing he wasn't armed," Simon says disapprovingly. "At least you'll live."

River blinks and she's back on the beach, staring at Frisk and their bandages. She swallows, trying to remember where she is and what Frisk said.]

I'll live, [she says distantly.]

I know that.

[They smile faintly as they tie off the bandage, smooth it with the pressing of fingertips to cloth, and gently pull away.]

I just...I know they can be...they can be cruel. They're not a part of me that I like to think is there, but I - I guess you know it is.

[The library incident flashes briefly in their mind, and they do their best to shove it to the wayside. They don't need to think about that right now, on top of everything.]

[River flinches, just coming out of a memory and not wanting to get caught in another. Her brows knit.]

But you-- you made a choice. You're not them.

Yeah. But I have to keep choosing not to be them. Keep choosing not to be bad.

[Their smile fades slightly, uneven and pained.]

A lot of our mirrors are just...parts of ourselves we don't want to say is there. Including mine.

[River can't say much about that. She's never interacted with her Mirror. Tried to look for her when the glass reversed, but... she stayed out of sight. And River avoided her during the party on the Mirror side. Who even knows what Mirror River is really like?

She holds out her remaining arm for Frisk to bandage.]

You wouldn't choose to try to hurt me. I think. They're making a choice too. They're not your default.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

[Still, it...they scare them. Maybe that makes sense, though. Frisk scares themself. So that just stands to reason that it would be something that would hold true no matter what, right?

Yeah.]

I'm sorry they hurt you. I know it doesn't really count, since it's not them apologizing but - I'm sorry.

+ FOURTH WALL EVENT: BEACH PARTY +

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