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Luceti Valley - The First Log

Who: Everyone
What: The start of a new experiment... or is it?
When: August 2nd - August 6th
Where: Luceti itself
Summary: Luceti has become an idyllic and peaceful 50s-esque village. The first few days are just business as usual, right?
Rating: Varies with thread. Please move explicit stuff to appointments post with appropriate warnings.

August 1st had seemed like an ordinary day in Luceti. But late in the evening, for those night owls who had not turned in yet, they were witness to strange fluctuations in the barrier. Beautiful, really, almost like Luceti had received its own 'Northern Lights', even though it seemed to come from the far east, across the ocean. This ominous light show lasted for all of fifteen minutes before it ceased all together. Skimming the ocean waters, a horde of cultists entered Luceti, cloaked by darkness. Upon reaching the entrance to the tunnels, their leader stepped inside and was followed one by one by his fellow cultists. When the last had entered, the tunnel entrance closed. Across the mountains, the entrance to the tunnels in the village did the same.

Midnight passed without incident, but by three in the morning, the change suddenly came. Minds were altered, forms were changed, and buildings sprang from nowhere.

Much later, on August 2nd, morning settled on a changed village, the new mayor made his way to his mansion with his pair of adorable dobermans at either side of him. The sun shined bright. It was a good day to be a Lucetian.

Note: There will be a stand alone log for the homecoming dance. There will be another log for the second stage of the event.

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[August 2nd - Isamu wakes in the cellar of a mansion, back against a wooden stool, an empty wine bottle on his left. It's not his first time waking up hungover, but it's first time waking up with no recollection of how he'd gotten that way in the first place. He's not so hungover that he could have had enough to black out the whole thing.

A bleary examination of himself reveals that he's wearing the most expensive outfit that he's probably ever worn in his life, surprisingly clean despite his (assumed) previous drunkenness, though the tie and shirt have been loosened. More important, however, is the lack of discomfort in his back when he slides up a bit straighter against the stool.

His wings are gone.

This causes him to stand up immediately... and regret it right after. Once he's finished pinching the bridge of his nose and waiting for the nausea to abate, he double-checks to make certain. No feathers. Not a one.

Yet he remembers everything, so he can only conclude that this is another Malnosso trick somehow. He'll have to find answers, which means straightening himself up and heading upstairs to see who else is around. He tucks his shirt in, at least, tie remaining woefully undone. Time to greet the household.]

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[Later in the day, once he's sobered up considerably, he can be found out running errands for the household. Because apparently he's a servant and this is his job. As much as he wants to argue this (and has argued this), he doesn't know what else to do but go along with it for now. There has to be someone else around here who isn't taken in by this illusion.]

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[August 3rd-6th - One very displeased Isamu will be sneaking out of his duties whenever possible, looking for anyone who seems as confused about things as he does - anyone causing a stir.

This will eventually gain him unwanted attention.]

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[Fortunately, Isamu doesn't have far to go once he comes back upstairs before he stumbles upon (or, more precisely, Richard is the one who finds him) his rather concerned-looking master, who seems more relieved than anything else to find that his servant is in fact all right and in one piece.]

There you are. I started to worry when you didn't have breakfast ready as usual.

[Then, noticing the disheveled tie, his face creases into a frown.]

Are you all right? You aren't feeling ill, are you?

[Of course, Isamu will no doubt notice Richard's unusual attire-- it looks like he isn't the only one who got an overnight makeover.

... at least the cravat stayed the same.]

[Feeling ill? Just a little, but for all the wrong reasons.

He fumbles a little to fix his tie. It's something to do with his hands while he attempts to piece together everything he's seeing right now.

Firstly is the matter of Richard's terrible fashion sense, but that's probably the most pardonable thing right now. The blond's wings are missing as well, but the way he greeted him - "you didn't have breakfast ready as usual" - inferred that their relationship is supposed to be different than usual.

Given the way Isamu is dressed, he comes to the very relieving realization that he's in the role of servant rather than lover. At least he hopes so.

He knows the drill, sort of. Whatever has happened has affected Richard more than it has him. Though the possibility that he'll be just as affected later is still there. Now does he try to break the other man out of it, or play along? Seeing as the entire setting has changed, playing along looks to be the best bet for now.]

...Nah, I'm okay. Accidentally slept in, I guess. Did you eat without me?

[Because Richard wanting to eat is still a good thing in any universe.]

[But Richard is already reaching out to help fix Isamu's tie for him-- it looks like some things haven't changed at all even despite this experiment. Even affected as he is, Richard is still very much Richard, which means being decidedly tactile.

... at least there's no wedding ring this time.]

Of course not. Where would my manners be if I went ahead and ate while you weren't there? After all, I had no idea whether you were ill and in need of assistance or not. You weren't in your room when I went looking.

[Does he have some idea of where Isamu woke up? Maybe. He's not going to say anything outright just yet, though.]

[Yeah, still Richard. Thankfully.]

...You worry too much. You should be docking my pay or something.

[Isamu lets the blond fix his tie without any complaint.]

I shouldn't waste any time getting you breakfast now, then. What did you want?

Why, the usual, of course.

[... Isamu probably should have known better than to ask that Qquestion. Looks like this is one more thing that hasn't changed for this experiment... enjoy that lovely natto odor, Isamu.]

But now that you mention docking your pay...

[He's got That Look that means trolling is about to commence.]

I wonder, how much should I take off for this offense? You did make my breakfast late as a result.

[The usual, huh?

...Aw, bugger.]

Natto on toast it is...

[Don't make a face don't make a face don't make a face-]

And that is the worst sort of offense. A man deserves a good meal in the morning to get him started off right.

[Never let it be said that Richard is not a creature of habit. He is just a creature of habit with broken tastebuds, that's all.]

Precisely! And what better meal is there for starting the day than natto on toast?

[STOP HIM BEFORE HE STARTS WAXING POETIC ABOUT THE VIRTUES OF NATTO, ISAMU.]

I could think of plenty, but you just won't have them.

[And once again, if it gets the man eating...

He starts heading toward where he assumes the kitchen is.]

I'll have to make you several pieces to make up for it.

[Richard is about to tease right back about how nothing can possibly compare to natto... only to stop when Isamu starts marching off. In the wrong direction.]

... where are you going?

Uh.

[He should have just asked Richard to lead the way all casual like.]

Thought I left a cooking instrument in the... other room. But now that I think about it some more, I don't think I did.

So... lead on to the kitchen!

[Frowning, Richard moves closer, tugging off his glove to rest his hand on Isamu's forehead. Perhaps he really is ill...]

Are you certain you're feeling all right? You aren't acting like yourself.

[And then, as if he just realized something, he leans in to sniff at Isamu's breath. You know, just in case.]

Knock it off... Hey, hey, I'm fine!

[He holds his hands up in front of him in an attempt to ward the other off, turning his head away to the side.]

[But Richard is determined, and he persists until he manages to get his hand in place.

Hmm... not hot at all. This is odd. And Isamu is being strangely contrary.]

Fine or not, there's something that isn't quite right. Why don't you go sit down and I'll make breakfast instead? I'm sure I could manage something on my own, even if it isn't up to your usual quality.

[Fuck. Come on, Isamu. You can make this work somehow.]

Just... [Had a bad dream and it threw him off? No, that's silly.

Maybe attempt some semblance of the truth?]

I might have hit the liquor cabinet a little last night. I'm okay, don't worry about it. Let me make your breakfast.

Drinking in the middle of the week? That isn't like you either.

[This is just getting stranger and stranger. What could possibly drive Isamu to want to drink, much less get drunk, on a weeknight? Now he really is concerned.]

Is there something you're hiding from me, Isamu? I'm not going to get angry, whatever it is. You can tell me.

[Well, what is like him? How is he supposed to pull off this charade if he doesn't even know how he is??

He lowers his arms. This is Richard - still mostly himself despite the changes in scenery. He can still trust him with some things, right?]

If I tell you something, will you promise to keep it to yourself for now?

Of course-- I'm almost hurt that you don't trust me after all these years. How long ago was it that we promised to always keep each other's secrets?

[To Richard, they've been friends for years, ever since they were children. That was why he'd taken Isamu on as his servant in the first place: to help bring his friend up out of the lower class and give him a better life.

He can't understand why his supposed childhood friend would suddenly be so hesitant about confiding in him.]

I don't remember.

[He mutters this, and it's the truth. He doesn't know anything about this world that's been made up around them now. It's not like the times before when he's been a part of the illusion.]

I think I might be losing my mind... But I can still function! I can still work, just... You'll help me remember, won't you? I'm sure I can get better if you help me.

[God, that sounds pathetic.]

Losing your mind...?

[Those, to Richard, are very alarming words. He knows about the Institute; knows what happens to the people who are taken there. And he also knows that it doesn't take much for the police to show up at your door to "take care" of someone. The last thing he wants is to see that happen to his friend.

He's quiet for a moment, taking this in, before he nods.]

Of course I will. I won't say a word to anyone else about any of this, no matter what. And I'll do whatever it takes to help you remember without taking you to that terrible Institute. I don't trust any of the doctors there to be of any help.

[He looks immensely relieved at this, and not a bit of it is just for show. The comment about the Institute is taken in as well. It'll have to be looked into later, as clearly he's not the only one not affected.

Isamu is lucky, so very lucky, that he woke up in Richard's home.]

Thank you. I shouldn't have tried to keep it from you. It's just frightening.

[And that's not really a lie either.]

I'm still going to make you breakfast, alright? And you can tell me if my toast making skills have worsened.

[Isamu's expression is one of such genuine relief that Richard can't help but reach out and enfold him in a tight hug. No matter what happens, no matter what Isamu thinks is wrong with him, he's still Richard's dear friend, and Richard will do whatever he can to protect him.]

You don't have to explain yourself to me-- I can understand exactly why you would want to hide something like that. But know that I would never, ever do anything to cause you any harm, not on purpose.

[At last he pulls back a bit, keeping his hands on Isamu's shoulders.]

However, I'm not quite certain what I should do if your cooking skills have in fact been affected... perhaps some remedial lessons would be in order?

[moving here]

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