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entrancelogs2016-11-11 07:47 pm
vitaelamorte) wrote in entrancelogs2016-11-11 07:47 pm
Entry tags:
- btvs: angel,
- girl meets world: maya hart,
- gravity falls: dipper pines,
- gravity falls: mabel pines,
- gravity falls: stanley pines,
- gravity falls: wendy corduroy,
- harry potter: sirius black,
- hatoful boyfriend: nageki fujishiro,
- life is strange: max caulfield,
- lucifer: lucifer morningstar,
- marble hornets: tim,
- marvel: rocket,
- newsflesh: georgia mason,
- newsflesh: shaun mason,
- nocturne: naoki,
- off: zacharie,
- rick and morty: rick,
- steven universe: peridot,
- the flash: barry allen,
- the flash: cisco ramon,
- the flash: iris west,
- the mummy: evelyn carnahan,
- the picture of dorian gray: dorian gray,
- the vampire diaries: caroline forbes,
- the vampire diaries: damon salvatore,
- the vampire diaries: elena gilbert,
- the vampire diaries: klaus mikaelson,
- the vampire diaries: rebekah mikaelson,
- the vampire diaries: stefan salvatore,
- tokyo ghoul: kaneki ken,
- undertale: alphys,
- undertale: chara,
- undertale: frisk,
- undertale: mettaton,
- undertale: sans,
- undertale: toriel,
- voltron: pidge gunderson
+ Your imagination can't hurt you! +
Who: YOU!
Where: The Mindscape
When: starting November 11th
Rating: may be up to R for character deaths
Summary: Navigate challenges to learn valuable lessons about nonviolence, cooperation, and self-sacrifice! Release your inner animal! Read more about the event here, and on the bulletin board.
The Story:
"If you know yourself, you have nothing to fear."
"Working together is the only way."
"Deaths are a necessary part of life, but not all deaths are necessary."
"The needs of the many outweigh the life of just one."
Where: The Mindscape
When: starting November 11th
Rating: may be up to R for character deaths
Summary: Navigate challenges to learn valuable lessons about nonviolence, cooperation, and self-sacrifice! Release your inner animal! Read more about the event here, and on the bulletin board.
The Story:
"If you know yourself, you have nothing to fear."
"Working together is the only way."
"Deaths are a necessary part of life, but not all deaths are necessary."
"The needs of the many outweigh the life of just one."
Sans and the Sans Crew
Sans and Max
[Welp. Guess the event's started.]
okay.
[He debates just lying here and waiting the whole thing out but, ugh. The kids are probably out there, Papyrus is probably out there, and he'd better go make sure they're alright if he can. Caring is so much work. He sits up slowly, rubbing the back of his skull and trying to take stock of his surroundings.]
[The walls are brick and the room he's in is narrow. There's a ceiling he didn't notice before that's transparent, maybe glass. Ahead of him is a door. It looks like it leads to the rest of...whatever this is.]
[There's a loud grating sound behind him. He turns in time to see the rest of the room, and a figure lying on the ground on the other side. It looks like...]
max?
[And then a massive metal door drops between them, cutting the room in two and separating them. Sans winces at the bang as it hits the ground and drags himself to his feet.]
man. never a dull moment.
[He heads over to the metal door and gives it a few experimental knocks.]
max? hey, you still there? you okay?
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2/2 ahahaha I just realized now that you mentioned a glass ceiling
1/2 LMAO
2/2 welp
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it's sloth time!
[ barry's lying on the ground, hand clapping onto his chest. thankfully for this event he's in his csi — or better known as "civilian" — clothes, with his trademark converse shoes on his feet. they're a little black on the soles, but otherwise they've been protecting him from sharp rocks on the ground. he's a little out of breath after having to phase through object after object to get to the other side that never seemed to come. ]
[ he lifts his head, spots the tree, and notices how he's not even in the shade of its large branches. it's the story of his life: nothing seems to work out like he'd want it to. if he had a choice, he'd be under the shade.. when he looks around, there's nothing else here — just four walls, a bright sky that's blinding, a stupid tree that seems to be in the middle of the four walls, and no door. ]
[ and, hey, isn't that a skeleton? he lets his head flop to the side in direction of someone he's only starting to know. ]
Hey, dude. Are you alright?
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tim wright; i'm sure i used to be so free
closed to GEORGE; all the truth unwinding, scraping away at my mind
As far as holes go, it's...pretty standard. Seemingly, anyway. The floors and walls are comprised of a nondescript, grainy stone that looks just worn away enough for fingers to immediately slip away from any hope for purchase.
His head's pounding, but that's not new.
He aches, low and dull all over, and a high, bright tone feels like it's drilling into the center of the soft and delicate parts of his brain.
That's also not new.
What is new is the fact that there's someone else down here with him.
Tim sighs, and the sound lapses off into a groan as his eyes shutter closed for a moment in his weariness and resignation and despair.]
Great.
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closed to MAX; please stop asking me to describe him; cw for kidnapping, flashbacks, mental trauma
Gee they're both off to a great start!
THIS IS FINE
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closed to ZACHARIE; erase all the memories, they will only bring us pain
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Pidge and Pals
Mabel
The sweater is on an arm that is handcuffed to her arm. Which is in turn connected to a girl she definitely doesn't know.]
...what?
[It's like one of Coran's damn team building exercises, except she isn't on a team with this girl.]
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Shaun
hello new friend.
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Mettaton
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Dorian's Company
Dipper; Legend has it that the moss grows on the dark side of the trees
[Dorian looks around, trying to figure out where he is, but he finds himself surrounded by thorny shrubbery on all sides.]
[Was this that those cards were going on about? He frowns, shaking his head and sighing wearily, slowly rising to his feet...]
[He looks up to find another person trapped with him. A child, an older one, with brown hair and tired eyes...]
... Erm. Where are we?
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Rick S.; The man who drank too much and he thought the rumors true
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This is going wonderfully.
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Zacharie; Nobody knew and nobody knows
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Nageki and Naoki
He's on a small platform surround by floating tiles just large enough for one person to stand on. All of them have numbers on them. Nageki himself is surrounded by glass that prevents him from getting to them or flying over them. It seems to reach all the way to the ceiling.
There's a person on the other side of the glass. Nageki knocks on it to catch the person's attention.]
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You want me? [He points at himself, reacting to Nageki the way he might to a demon in his own world.]
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damon salvatore; i'm a word that no one ever wants to say
for klaus & rebekah; honey, i've been called worse
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for stefan; i'm sorry that i couldn't get to you
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for caroline; i'm always walkin after midnight
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for elena; home, keep hold of my heart i'm trying to find a way
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elena gilbert; i did not ask to be born with these eyes
rebekah & elena; the apple may not be perfect, but it's mine.
everywhere elena turns, there is ruin in the shape of mortar and stone. she unfurls to her full height slowly and with measure. her hand darts up to wrap around her own throat, air thick and cloying. the playing cards warned of fire and their own minds, but elena's imagination has never conjured up anything like this. where on earth is she? she can't see anything beyond the towering walls of the maze that houses her, but she can distantly hear it: violent waves crashing on a shore.
a step forward almost has her stumbling over a heavy block of stone, and several feet away, a lever mounted on the wall.
elena moves tentatively toward it, but before she can decide whether or not she really wants to pull, she hears footsteps. ]
rebekah & elena; the apple may not be perfect, but it's mine.
rebekah & elena; the apple may not be perfect, but it's mine.
rebekah & elena; the apple may not be perfect, but it's mine.
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stefan & elena; pretend like your heart depends on it because it does
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lucifer & elena; does this darkness have a name?
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stefan and maya; between the lines
Stefan stares down at the deep amber color, at how they threaten to taint the pristine white floors and walls and - and the whole space is otherwise white, as if the drinks are the only splashes of color. It's unnerving, how unreal this space feels.
(This is Wonderland, technically. Or maybe it's still hell, and maybe he angered some soda-loving God in a past life. It's hard to tell.)
He peers down at his hands. Good, he's still in full technicolor.
There's a younger girl there too, on the opposite end of one particularly long, winding spill. Stefan steps towards the edge, careful to keep his shoes away from the puddle (river?).]
Hey! You okay?
OKAY NO I AM HERE FOR THIS FINALLY
When Stefan finds her, she'll be settled on the edge of the platform, dipping her fingers into the liquid and swirling her fingertips in random patterns. She looks up when he announces himself, but doesn't bother getting up.]
Haven't died from boredom yet, but ask me again in twenty minutes?
no worries!!
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iris and shaun; we gonna run this town tonight
doesn't mean she'll hesitate to punch a motherfucker that needs it, and it definitely doesn't mean she isn't one hell of a shot. joe west saw to that; he's had her in boxing gloves since she was six. she was already grateful for how well he taught her, but more so now. because this sure is an obstacle course setting she randomly woke up in. and this sure is a paintball gun in her hand. she's already wearing the necessary protective gear, and all that's left is to find the target.
and her trusty partner-in-crime, of course. come out, come out, wherever you are... ]
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At least this time they know who they are.
He taps his ear cuff.]
Hey, George, you seeing this?
George?
[After a few moments, it's pretty clear there's not going to be a response, and he mutters a curse under his breath, and stands up to start looking around. Looks like he's going to have to find her the old fashioned way.]
George? You out there?
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mabel and shaun } this was a triumph. i'm making a note here- huge success.
And more importantly than that, she's not alone here. Recognizing the unconscious guy lying on the floor near her, Mabel rushes over to him.] HEY! Wake up!
it's hard to overstate our satisfaction.
Hey--glitter-Mabel, right? This looks. Neat.
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rocket and caroline } what's that coming over the hills? is it a monster?
Rocket's already awake, ears flat against his skull as he reads over a note.]
-please tread with caution as Snuggles can be very aggressive. It is extremely important that she be returned alive, yada yada... family pet. ...Oh for flark's sake. Are they for real? What the hell kind of event is this?
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For good reason, really.]
Huh? [Then she finally has the sense to look down and...welp. O...kay?]
Please tell me I'm dreaming.
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rocket and george }
He jolts awake as he hits the floor, reaching for his gun, which... is not on his back. His so-called "bed" is just a girl laid out on a leather sofa. A girl he recognizes as that broad who hates liars or whatever.]
The hell is goin' on here-? [he looks around. The room they're presently in seems to be a small office of some kind. Across from the couch is a desk and situated on either side of a set of double doors- the only exit to the room are two large potted ferns. The desk has a candelabra and an old-fashioned radio on it. Beside it is some sort of bureau.
On the back wall, taking up the entire space is a shelving unit carrying various bits of kitsch. On the left side, the shelves contain a small potted plant, two ornate glass bottles, a mosaic of a sun, a porcelain bowl, and a statue of a bird. In the middle are several framed pictures. On the right side is a wooden honeycomb, a framed photograph, a lamp, another potted plant, and a trinket box.
There is a small end table to the left of the couch. There is another trinket box on top of it.
Behind the couch is a shelf with a ceramic ball, a small light, a pillar candle, and a steel ball. There is a hanging light above it.]
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And Shaun is still nowhere in sight. She taps the cuff on her ear. It's as dead as its ever been.]
What's going on is that this place is fucking with us and I have had enough.
[She immediately heads towards the radio. Maybe she can pick up on any news, or find a way to broadcast for help.]
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Sirius and...
Mettaton
Wonderland. This is an event.
And lacking any faculties to think beyond this, he shifts to his human form and looks around, frowning deeply at this room that has clearly been conjured by some sort of event.
He finds it hard to describe. The walls are totally bare but for a large number and some symbols drawn near one of the corners. The symbols depict a person doing...things. Sirius isn't sure how to interpret them just now.
The room he's in is fairly large, and continues around a corner which he can't see around. In the area he can currently see there is a glowing beam of energy flowing from the ceiling and into the floor. It doesn't seem to be doing any damage, but something about it's buzzing makes Sirius hesitant to get any closer. There are also some glass cubes stacked and scattered about, which Sirius is equally uncertain of. Lacking answers, he continues around the corner.
In the second chamber, there are three...devices of some sort on the wall. Sirius ignores them in favor of a large pedestal and the apparatus sitting upon it. Even with Sirius' limited knowledge of muggle technology, he can see that this thing is some sort of gun. He steps closer, hands moving to his pockets-- but of course neither holds his wand. Events never give him that, lately.
As he steps forward, he suddenly realizes there is something beyond the pedestal. A form, sprawled on the floor. It isn't moving, so Sirius hazards a guess and...]
You alright, there?
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Wash
Re: Wash
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Alphys and #squad
Chara
She finally gets her bearings on her surroundings, and squints until she realizes what they look like. The hallway is almost an exact replica of the golden hallway on the way to Asgore's throne room- except the door that should be here is gone, and the windows are missing. Besides that, she can see some sort of box further down the hall, just out of her vision, and...
There's another body on the floor. With short brown hair and a green and yellow sweater. And in that moment, she's honestly just ready to lay back down on the floor and pretend to be dead.
Wonderland is actively tormenting her now, isn't it.
She walks over, reaches out to touch them, and stops. Frisk doesn't really like it. They probably don't either. So she takes a step back, clutching her hands together to keep from reaching for them, and tries to speak gently.]
Are, uhm, a-are you okay...?
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Toriel
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BILL + MABEL
The Pine twins remembered. Once again Wonderland had thrown Bill for a loop and as much as the chaotic disorder of that was DELIGHTFUL, the helpless state it left him in only served to piss him off more. It will only be a matter of time until news of the victory spread to everyone; a viral infection of hope. Hell with only a few more people, the Pines could conceivably erect the zodiac. This had to stop.
On top of everything, Wonderland is screwing with the Mindscape again. Bill eyed the cavern he found himself drifting through with barely veiled disdain. The red room with its little unquenchable flames had been an amusing addition last time he had visitors, but he could hardly place what head these new surroundings were plucked from.
Overhead, the sky spills through a fair sized hole high up in the ceiling, illuminating the clearing in a perfect circle below, like a natural spotlight. Before the makeshift ‘stage’ is a sealed door of moss laden stone, along with a blackened monitor and an adjacent metallic arm attached to it, hosting what appeared to be a red ‘eyed’ machine. Engraved above lay a poem:]
It dwells in moments of joy, yet therein times bleak,
The grandest sight through all eternity,
Show me that, which I seek
[As curious as the riddle was, it paled in comparison to what Bill saw next-- or rather, whom.
Dipping halfway into the floor, the dream demon shifts to resemble a yellow shark fin circling the newcomer.]
“WELL, WELL, WELL, if it isn’t little MISS SCRAPPORTUNITY!”
[Yeah, he saw that network post. Memory-restoring scrapbooks? Ha! Don’t make him laugh
Bill’s voice drops to a flatter pitch.]
“WHADDIYA WANT, KID?”
[Unprompted behind him, a loud buzzer sounds and the screen flashes red with the word: WRONG]
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N O P E.
Mabel hasn't really suffered much for the shenanigans that have occurred. In fact, she's had a lot of fun- as evidenced by the fact that her hair and half her clothing are splattered blue paint or something of the like from her last adventure.
But then this happens.] If I didn't know this was Wonderland being a jerk again, I'd be asking you that same question.
[she already knows by now how this works, but SHE IS DRAWING A LINE IN THE SAND HERE.]
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stefan and barry; blinded by science
There's one giant counter top in the middle, with empty beakers, graduated cylinders, test tubes (+ the needed test tube trays), and even a weighing scale for whatever dry compounds a chemist would need. All in all, this pristine space is a scientist's dream.
Stefan glances around for another person; so far, all he sees is a mirror in front of him. Except, it doesn't give his reflection - it's peering out into a maze, with chemical formulas and recipes written along the edge of the walls, with a stranger staring back at him.
So Stefan gestures towards the test tube tray,] Do you know what any of this means?
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I think it's just another test.
[ despite having stood on the tips of his toes, barry couldn't quite see what was before him. he knows chemicals, but he can't quite see them from this angle. ] Are you okay?
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Rebekah and Lucifer; pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name
it's some sort of trick.
so she stops at the bottom and tries to hone her abilities. it's then that she realizes someone else is in here, in the other coffin on the other table. she makes her way over towards him, peering inside. it's not someone she knows, which she can't decide whether that's good or bad just yet]
Are you alive in there?
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Quite.
[The word is expelled with a sense of bitter acceptance, and his arm emerges to grasp the edge of the coffin and help pull himself up to sit.]
I see Wonderland is up to its tricks again.
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George + Naoki
When she opens her eyes this time, she screams and has to shut them again, clasping her hand over them.
She knows this isn't her room. She'd never have the curtains open like that. But where the fuck are her sunglasses?
She fumbles for the extra pair she always carries just in case, but no good. She's stranded without eyesight.
And she thought this event was bad up until now.]
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What? What's wrong?
[There is concern in his voice, even if he's not entirely pleased at seeing her.]
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Dipper + Kaneki
He hears a growl and looks up. There are eyes gleaming in the darkness. He swallows.
Kaneki's lying on the ground near him. Dipper moves over and shakes him lightly.]
Here's hoping you're not hungry, cause that thing sure is and I'd really like to limit how many people try to eat me today.
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Tact isn't your thing, is it.
[That is absolutely not a question. He gets to his feet, taking in the glowing eyes, the growling, and the...campfire? The pile of food next to it gives him a pretty good clue of what they're here for.
He's not all that worried at the moment. He actually has eaten recently, and he's pretty confident he can take on that beast if he needs to. It seems to be waiting for something though.]
Are you sure you're what it wants to eat?
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Cisco Ramon
closed; Max Caulfield; {You've lost it, you'll never get out of this maze
He wakes up on the ground in a place he doesn't remember falling asleep. He notices huge walls surrounding him as he slowly pushes himself up. Huh. The world seems a lot bigger all the sudden....
He glances around, only to notice that he's definitely not himself right now. Those aren't hands he's staring at, they're paws.] The hell--?!
I can't believe this is actually happening
hahaha this is beautiful.
Talking rodents are always beautiful
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/shows up late with starbucks
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frisk; don't be afraid, what your mind conceives
closed to METTATON; do it on your own, it makes no difference to me
There's also someone beside them. Mettaton, they think - there's only so many people who could resemble robots (only he isn't really one, is he?) - but they don't think it matters.
They don't feel any particular inclination to stand, they think. Or do much of anything, actually. They suppose they could stand up and walk to the door, but they don't see the point in that, very much. Not when they could just sit here and not have to think about anything.]
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closed to EVELYN; and whatever they say, your SOUL's unbreakable
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closed to JAMES; don't give up the fight, you will be all right
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peridot & wendy | i'm heading down the atlantic highway~
Peridot doesn't even know where the crowd came from or who brought them here or why there's some sort of bizarre aquatic obstacle course laid out before the ramp she's currently standing on with... some person she doesn't know.
As far as Wonderland events go, this one is probably the weirdest.] What... is the point of this event?
AW YISS
Her current small... and, er, green, partner, seems less than enthused.]
I'unno. Maybe Wonderland's just trying to make a statement about punching us in the face. Either way, it looks awesome.
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fitz & angel
There's a humanoid shape near by, and Fitz approaches it with some trepidation.]
Ah.. Hello there. If you wouldn't mind...
[His breath catches in his throat when he's close enough see the man's face. It's the vampire. He's trapped in close quarters with the vampire. Oh dear, this won't go well at all.]
Actually -- nevermind.
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Still put off by the fangs?
[Hey, buddy.]
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