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Event Log - Level One

Who: Everybody
What: Lucetians reverted back to level one!
When: Well. Now. Right away. It ends on the 25th, so chop chop.
Where: In Luceti. You think you guys are getting out of here after that stunt you just pulled?
Summary: Well. So sometimes the Malnosso actually do legitimate experiments that aren't heaped in heavy plot. This is one of those times. Look, just go read the mod post, would you?
Rating: P for Prologue-licious.

Remember to tag with your character like so: [canon] character name

ALSO, all the journals will be completely wiped clean for the duration of this event. Nothing prior to this log will appear on the journals until after the 25th. So good luck figuring things out!

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[Cliff mulling over the journals with a cup of coffee, still vaguely distracted by the conversations from the night before, when he heard Fayt step into the living room. He didn't immediately expect anything to be wrong, but spending months in a place that was mostly a vacation had left him a little more lax in his habits. So long as he could easily figure out what his people were up to, there was never any problem.]

Yo, Fayt. [He looked up-- and paused for a brief moment. After months of facing down a war in a medieval-style world and more months living in this strange little fishbowl, he hadn't expected to see that look again.]

'Sup?

[To someone familiar, Fayt might seem immediately off. The way he carried the sword, for one, spoke of a lack of true familiarity with the feel of it. The weight, yes, simulators were good about that sort of thing. But an actual object, a real sword, was another thing entirely.

The more obvious one, though, would be the plain clothes he hadn't worn since Hyda and Vanguard and the look of suspicion on his face when he's greeted so casually by...

How lazy was this guy, to be lounging around and leave the door unlocked after kidnapping someone? Or maybe he was just that sure of his ability. Who knew.] What are you trying to pull here? Who are you?

[Sighing irritably about how this must have been some kind of Shift for whatever petty reason the Malnosso had this time, Cliff stood up at his full, imposing height and rested his hands on his hips.]

The name's Cliff Fittir. I'm a Klausian and member of Quark-- and, whatever you're thinking, [because he had a hunch about what it was,] you're right.

...Tell me, Fayt. What's the last thing you remember?

[The stance, the clothes and the suspicion in those green eyes gave him plenty of ideas about what it might be, but he needed to clarify. For the both of them.]

Edited 2013-09-23 04:33 (UTC)

A Klausian....? Quark? [The anti-federation group....? What did he want with him? His eyes narrow suspiciously, trying to piece together the situation. Something was still off here. He hadn't been tied up or even locked in. This guy was acting way too easygoing for a kidnapper, and had even left him a weapon. And.....] So if I said 'you kidnapped me' I'd be right?

As for the last thing I remember, I was on vacation with my family at the Granntier Resort Hotel. [He paused, trying to get more information out of the man.] Which you would know if you grabbed me from there.

...

[His own eyes narrowed in thought when everything became clear. Fayt knew nothing yet. The Vendeeni hadn't attacked Hyda, he hadn't been separated from his parents and Sophia, Dr. Leingod wasn't taken hostage...

He was entirely innocent. Just a college kid that liked his games, was point guard for his school's basketball team.]

Yes and no on both counts. The situation's tricky here, but let's start at the beginning.

At least tell me you've noticed the wings.

The....? [Really, Fayt had been so focused on taking in everything else that he hadn't noticed the awkward bulge on his back tucked under his vest. Nothing hurt, so he hadn't thought to check. Cliff's words are enough to get him reaching back with his free hand, feeling at what he could reach and--

...What the heck? His face pales a bit as the things move and he can feel the skin around them twitch with the movement.] What the....?!

What the hell is this?

[This just skyrocketed from 'weird' to 'downright freaky'.]

Siddown and be quiet.

[That wasn't quite the reaction he expected-- but, he shouldn't have been surprised. His tone was sharper than usual, but he needed Fayt to listen for now. If he knew nothing...]

I'll go through the details if you'll sit tight, alright? It's not an easy picture to put together.

[He suddenly has a new set of appendages he didn't have before, and he was in a strange place he had no idea of how he got there, apparently kidnapped by some member of an anti-federation group who wasn't acting anything like a kidnapper.

Yeah, he wanted answers. He takes a seat, resting the sword on the ground as he does. This guy didn't seem to be a kidnapper, even if he claimed to be... but then why....?] Alright. Explain.

[He took a deep breath, wondering how he was going to get past the deep suspicion and distance that had settled over Fayt into a very effective barrier. The story was pretty unbelievable by all standards...but, so was a couple of space men falling into the Glyphian capitol. Cliff settled back in himself, no longer seeing the need to make his presence known in it's entirety.

The immediate situation was the best place to start.]

It's a complicated situation here, Fayt...so, whatever you're thinking [about being abducted by a known 'terrorist'], you're right. But, we've been abducted ourselves. This place-- it's not Hyda or the Klaus system or anything you know. We're not even in the same galaxy.

Those wings, [He pointed with a gloved hand, making the subject obvious,] are something that we've all got. Believe it or not, there's dozens of us who've been taken from our homes. Our worlds. And those wings? You don't wanna mess too much with them.

[Fayt might be suspicious, but that didn't mean he was going to be illogical. He listens in silence as Cliff starts to explain, sorting out the facts with what he'd already observed.

That they'd both been abducted fit how this guy presented himself, and it explained the wings on both their backs as well. It wasn't too far fetched to warn him about messing with the wings, either. Somehow these things were functioning, likely attached to the musculature of their backs somehow with how they twitched, but....

Another galaxy? Space travel had only gotten them so far, and definitely not outside of their own galaxy. There was still so much uncharted space out there in their own. It's after several moments of mulling it over, as bizarre as it all sounded, that Fayt responds, his voice questioning but calmer than his initial reaction to the wings.] So we've been kidnapped to someplace outside the Milky Way? How? and for what reason?

Now that's the million fol question, isn't it?

[At least Fayt hadn't gone so far back that he didn't know how to reason. If anything, it was the young man's solid head and stubborn heart that were the endearing traits. Even inexperienced, he was still a rock in a storm.

He just hoped that, after recent events, Fayt's latent and uncontrolled abilities wouldn't be taken advantage of while he was in this position.]

None of us have a clue about the how or the why. It just is what it is.

This means that you and I are in the same position here, although...

[He cut himself off. There was a limit to what all he could say, and he had a hunch that going through the whole Elicoor and Vendeeni deal would be too much information. He would need to shorten it, if they even got there.

He backpedaled, waving his hand as he spoke.]

Nah. Never mind. It ain't important. Suffice it to say, we're stuck together.

[No clue? There has to be some reason though, even if the wings certainly didn't make any immediate sense. And there was nothing about this guy that made him think he was lying, except......

Fayt raises his eyebrows at the obvious avoidance of something, giving Cliff a questioning look. Remember that stubborn desire for answers, Cliff?

Yeah. That's still a thing.] 'Not important' huh?

[It was just a relief to know that some things stayed the same.]

...

I dunno if you'll even care to believe me, but we've been friends for the last several months. Maybe even a year, but that's hard to say when you're travelling through hyperspace and getting stuck on planets.

Sure, I did abduct you, but you also came willingly. We've fought a lot of whacky things too...

If you wanna believe me.

[There's an even longer pause at that, as Fayt takes in what he says. Normally, he'd say this guy was crazy without hesitation, but something was off here. He didn't seem to be lying, wasn't even acting forceful about it. It made no sense.]

You're right, it is pretty hard to believe. But why can't I remember it, if we have? And are you going to tell me why you abducted me?

[He isn't writing it off, based on this man's behavior alone something more was at work. But he wasn't going to believe him outright without questioning, either.] Are you saying I have some sort of amnesia?

[Headscratch. Nope, he hadn't missed the onslaught of questions at all.]

This place likes to throw people through the ringer sometimes, messing with everything up to and including our minds. If you're like this, then I've gotta hunch that we're in the middle of another one.

Don't worry. It'll blow over in a few days.

Mess with our minds? [Cliff.

Cliff you can't just say that and not expect more questions.]

[Oh no, he did. It was a great distraction.]

Yeah. That's right. Last month they messed with our memory so bad that they rewrote our entire life's history. Thankfully it was only for about a week or so, but the point still stands.

I'm thinking this is one of those situations right now.

[Who was saying it was a distraction? He'd get back to his original questions as soon as he decided this place wasn't driving him mad.]

They can.... rewrite people's memories? How?

Edited 2013-10-04 23:36 (UTC)

[Even if the place didn't drive him crazy, Cliff would with his answers :D]

Uhm. They're called 'Shifts' around here. None of us in our little town know how they work, but these Shifts can do damn near anything. They've made everyone think that they're family-- twice...and, that's apparently one of the milder things that can be accomplished.

They really can do anything.

[Probably.]

Anything, huh? Who's to say you're not just being convinced we know each other?

[If they could make people believe entire new life stories needed to think people were family members....]

Aw man.

[Cliff sighed.]

I know that you're Fayt Leingod, a 19 year old college student at the Bachtein Science University. You're majoring in Symbological Genetics, just like your mom and dad--Doctors Robert and Ryoko Leingod.

Your favorite sport is basketball. Your position is point guard...

[He cast Fayt a long, irritated look.]

Do I really need to go on?

How do you--

[Fayt's brows furrow, just a little disturbed by how much this guy knew about him. Had he told him all himself, if he really did know the guy....?

Man, this was weird.]

...You've made your point. What does Quark want with a guy like me, anyway?

Edited 2013-10-08 23:23 (UTC)

[What was that phrase they sometimes used on Earth? Deja vu. It felt like it was their first meeting all over again, but that wasn't a terrible place to start.]

That's complicated, kid. And, you don't need to worry about it for now.

The short version is that, well, you're our man. Don't worry, we-- I will keep you safe.

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