Post-Event Reaction Log!

[lucetimods]

Who: Everybody
What: Post-Event Reactions
When: Today (and tomorrow too)
Where: Anywhere
Summary: Most of Luceti was back to their normal selves. Not only that, but they now remembered their trips to other worlds. So how 'bout that?
Rating: Whatever

This is for today and tomorrow, since not everyone will be fully reverted until then. Remember to tag your characters in!

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Daisy's apartment, Outdoors, Battle Dome, and House 51

[daisy023]

[She takes a long look at Paprika's card after finishing meditating.

Daisy is coping better than the last time this happened. She is starting to be aware that incidents like these would repeat themselves. It all begun to be clear once she noticed there were people that remembered the missing day, and with lives that made more sense than the ones she had.

She was starting to expect another life that was false. What she continued to worry about were the new droids. That they weren't even worried. It unnerves her tactically and strategically for the days that will come.

She grabs an empty notebook she rejected at first prior to her Desert Op. She begins writing down.


Your name is Daisy. You are a Chief Petty Officer. You are a Spartan. You serve the UNSC. You serve humanity. Your service number is S-023. You have the right to choose your fate.

You lived on Sargasso. You then grew up on Reach. Your parents loved you. Your group protected you. Your trainers did not.


Wartime articles demand prisoners to only give name, rank, service number, and date of birth, but it was still too basic to remember more if another shift like this kicks in. She knows the next time it happen she won't understand much. But the reminder of who she is will remain important.


Your name is Daisy. You are a Chief Petty Officer. You are a Spartan. You serve the UNSC. You serve humanity. Your service number is S-023. You have the right to choose your fate.

You lived on Sargasso. You then grew up on Reach. Your parents loved you. Your group protected you. Your trainers did not.


Writing it down every single day. A voice to tell her when is she being lied to. Something to keep her mind sharp. Something not to let anyone tell her she is anything else. Something to remember each, and every day. Something to remember her parents with. Something to say if she is ever imprisoned again.


Your name is Daisy. You are a Chief Petty Officer. You are a Spartan. You serve the UNSC. You serve humanity. Your service number is S-023. You have the right to choose your fate.

You lived on Sargasso. You then grew up on Reach. Your parents loved you. Your group protected you. Your trainers did not.


When she loses her patience, she heads out to the Battle Dome. Inside a simulated version of the MJOLNIR, she tears out throats, severs bodies, destroys anything that comes forward for hours. She continues in silence and isolation until she is too tired to even be angry.

This time, however, she heads to House 51 before returning to her apartment late at night.]

Battle Dome

[redjacketthief]

[His training with Captain Smoker earlier that day had done wonders on centering the Thief after the week-long Shift, but he found it still wasn't enough. With memories and instincts he shouldn't have still lingering, with feelings that weren't his nudging at his heart, he needed a further distraction. The Battle Dome was the perfect excuse.

While he was no stranger to it, he usually came to fiddle with completeing the simulation of the Sagrada Familia that Selphie suggested he try, or utilizing that facsimile of a spa in Thailand for use by Adele and himself. This time, however, he used it for its intended purpose--combat training.

The targeting range he programmed was a familiar one to him, one used by Jigen during their early days of wandering around the European countryside. While he wasn't near Jigen's skill level, few were.

The weight of the Walther in his grip, though simulated to avoid wasting the precious few bullets that he had, helped him feel a little like himself again.

After he's shot more than his fair share of simulated bullets and bored of static targets, he starts to make his leave...and spots a weary looking Daisy. With the Shift, with all of the changes that occurred, she was likely affected too. Neighborly concern bid him to approach and speak up.]

Daisy...what's up?

[daisy023]

[The Chief's reaction is a little late by her standards. Exhaustion, or distraction, Daisy is not really aware of which one. She looks at Lupin for a long moment in an exhausted stare, eyes dilated.

While she looks at him for a long while, it takes her a while to nod before sinking her head back.]

[redjacketthief]

[The silent gaze and nod, the slow reaction, gets him. This wasn't the same beautifully dangerous woman that lived on the floor above him, who reacted to danger within a split second and who was strangely kind.

He wanted to go over to her, touch her shoulder...something. Instead, he settles for words.]

Shift, huh? You seemed pretty content during it. What happened?

[daisy023]

[She damns herself for it. Warfare and combat, she knows those things well and knows what to do.

Even if it's happened a lot throughout her life, she still feels at loss.]

It happened before.

[redjacketthief]

[That catches his attention. Did she mean a prior Shift, or did she mean something darker?]

...Me too, though that was more the reverse. Memories being taken away instead of given, but still being forced to forget something important. But you're you; worried about something?

[daisy023]

[Both.]

It happened a year ago. Just the week Bil came in here. We all had false lives. False allergiances. False families.

[Her fingers tighten with the last one.]

They wanted to make it permanent.

[redjacketthief]

They didn't get what they wanted though, that time or this time. If we're lucky? They'll never get what they want.

[Not if he was able to do anything about it.]

[daisy023]

[... She nods.]

Yeah... We've had luck so far. For all that's happened... We've had luck so far.

[Her blue eyes turn to Lupin.]

Outdoors

[feetoffury]

[While out on a run, Chun-Li sees the enormous girl she'd met previously, when she thought she was a pirate. She's overwhelmed by a desire to stop and say hello, and apologize for her earlier behavior. She wasn't herself, but she realizes that people may not care about that...]

Hey! [She waves, jogging up]

I'm sorry about the other day. I wasn't really myself. I wouldn't want you to think less of me because of the Malnosso.

[daisy023]

[This time, she wears her typical red jumpsuit, and her mood is more in line. Reserved, or tired.

Daisy looks at the girl for a moment, before closing her eyes, and shaking her head in regret.]

No, ma'am. [She holds her arms as she lowers her head, not for the size difference but regret over everything that happened.] I'm the one that did wrong back then. I went off against you for something that's stupidly trivial in here. I'm sorry for what I did.

[feetoffury]

Nope. Apology rejected! You did nothing wrong.

[Chun-Li approaches, wearing a big smile, one arm rubbing her neck.]

Daisy, wasn't it? Its time for real introductions. I'm Chun-Li, and I'm an agent with Interpol, from Hong Kong, on Earth.

[daisy023]

[It takes her by surprise, but it does little to comfort her. It's behavior she should have kept in check. Another false life she should have seen coming.

It takes her a while to gather the knowledge on speaking after something like this. She nods.]

... Chief Petty Officer Daisy SPARTAN-023. Naval Special Warfare. United Nations Space Command. I'm from a world with an Earth.

[feetoffury]

[Chun-Li is nothing if not chipper. She'll offer Daisy a hand.]

Nice to meet you, Officer. Now, don't be so gloomy, ok? Cheer up before I have to knock some smiles into you.

[daisy023]

[Timidly, she grabs it, straightening. She feels again the strong hold of the girl.]

Yes, ma'am... My apologies. ... I'm still sorry we met during a shift.

[feetoffury]

Why? I don't hold it against you. Seriously! Stop being a gloomy gus!

[daisy023]

[Chun-Li's demeanor at least serves to discipline her.]

Sorry...

[She looks at her -- at least, no longer hampered by the visage of a false world.]

I wonder if you wanted something to drink, ma'am. Maybe tea, or something else.

House 51

[former_third]

[The door to house 51 is closed when Daisy starts coming up the road, but there's a light on inside.

Nel is sitting on the couch, flipping through the journal pages, unaware that her friend's coming by. She does notice that the effects of the experiment seem to be dying down, though, so she won't be that surprised to have her drop in.]

[daisy023]

[Daisy hesitates for a moment once she stands in front of the door. Neliel wanted to avoid this all, but now... She knows she needs their company. A year ago, Daisy would have insised on being alone.

She knocks the door.]

[former_third]

[She blinks in surprise at the knock, as she hadn't been expecting anyone. But she's quick to head for the door regardless, and opens it up to find herself face to face with Daisy.

A very serious looking Daisy. Nel looks at her silently for a couple seconds before saying anything.]

Hi... Daisy. Are you... I mean, do you want to come in?

["Are you back to normal" probably wouldn't really be the best thing to ask, whether or not it's the case, and she's pretty glad she managed to catch herself. She still does look pretty awkward though.]

[daisy023]

[She knows well what Nel wanted to ask, but she understands it. She slowly nods.]

Yeah.

[Daisy walks inside silently, familiar with the inner environment of the house to guide herself through. But she walks along with Nel, wanting to sit beside her. Have company with her.]

[former_third]

[Nel's still not that great at reading other people, but Daisy's feelings are pretty obvious right now. She decides to head for the couch so they can sit next to each other.]

Val's in the sky somewhere. She'll be back later. In the meantime, come, sit down with me.

[She leads by example, lowering herself onto the couch. Only when she's already sitting does she remember she should probably have asked if she needed something to drink. Tea or the like. Well, never mind, there are more important matters...]

So... how are you feeling?

[daisy023]

[She obeys Neliel, sitting beside her and trying to even her head with hers. A drink doesn't occur to her.]

I'm myself, now.

[...]

I didn't want this to happen again.

[former_third]

None of us did. But that's not something we can control.

[Hmmm, that's not the best way to say it. She knows she sounded pretty cold there. Still, it's true.]

But it's only ever temporary. I knew we'd have the real you back at the end.

[daisy023]

[It doesn't affect her -- In a way, she yearns for that cool logic.]

I was starting to guess things were off the moment histories didn't match. I knew this would end.

... It doesn't hurt as bad as last year.