Luceti Valley - The First Log

[lucetimods]

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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[fabrecation]

2nd

[Normally, this would be like any other miserable day. But for Luke, it's... only slightly different. He doesn't wait up for his friends or think to go to tutoring - it's possible that he forgot about that entirely. There's something way more important on his mind, though it's possible to stop him and ask why he's in such a hurry. In a hurry to Lowtown, of all things.

He tries not to make a face at just being in the lower class area, he really does. But he's of aristocracy; he belongs somewhere else entirely. Still, this is important, and if he's really here...

He adjusts his glasses and frowns down at the note in his hand, then at the door he's standing in front of. This is it. This is where he is...

With a deep breath and a gulp to wet his suddenly dry throat, Luke steps up to the door and knocks.]

3rd - 6th

[That could've gone better.

Now that that's out of the way, Luke Fabre is pretty much back on schedule, with the occasional break to hunt down his brother again. The best time that anyone can find him is during school, just about the only time he's allowed to be on his own, without any caretakers around. He really only has about an hour after that before he's due back at Lorelei Inc. as head of the company, where he spends the rest of the day alternating between schoolwork and officework, and he struggles between both.

At school, it's obvious he's a rich freshman kid, from the way he dresses to his mannerisms. Although maybe less so of the latter, considering he's either napping in class, glaring down at his work, or writing down something else entirely.

It's a wonder he hasn't gotten any wrinkles in his brow at this rate.]

Day 3

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Some of the problem with running your own shop was that sometimes you had to go pick up speciality parts you couldn't take off dead head bikes. You had to order them in, and most of the guys that did were jerks and made you come and get it. At least they had called to let him know, and this client wanted this bike ASAP.

Just remember, it was all in the name of funding his new life with Katniss and Loki...

His Harley Panhead (his pride and joy, his baby) roared as he turned the throttle and hurried up the street, his goggles tight around his head and his leather jacket flapping behind him. He saw the turn coming up, or rather knew it was, having ridden around here long enough to know streets more by landmark sight than street sign.

He angled the bike, for a minute his peripheral being blocked by the goggles... and then a flash of red hair. ]</sub>

Whoa!!

_{[ The bike squealed as he hit the brakes and shifted his weight, turning the back to skid horizontally towards Luke. ]}

Day 3

[fabrecation]

[Luke hears the engine roar, but he doesn't pay it any mind. Maybe in the past he would've wanted one, but now? Now he doesn't really feel like wanting anything except a way out of this craphouse of a life. Asch still hates him, it's probably still his fault, and...

And then the engine is loud, and Luke turns just in time to see the bike come skiDDING TOWARDS HIM]

WHOA!

[Thankfully he's not carrying his books, otherwise they would've been ruined by the bike as Luke flings himself out of harm's way. His glasses fall to the ground, but they're well-made, so they survive it. Fortunately, Luke does too, and he's scrambling back to his feet and squinting one eye while reaching out for his glasses again, heart hammering in his chest and hands shaking slightly.]

Are you crazy?! You -

[He pauses when he sees who it is, but then just goes right back to what he was doing, namely finding his glasses and wiping them on his shirt.]

Jim?! What's the matter with you; you could've hit me!

Re: Day 3

[universal_charm]

_{[ Kirk pushed his goggles down to hang around his neck, panting a bit, but flashing Luke one of his trademark grins. He liked the kid, have bumped into him a few times outside of the school. He wasn't a bad sort, just... moody. Which was more or less like his own son, so it wasn't necessarily hard to deal with. ]}

Sorry about that, Luke! I got a call one of the parts I've been waiting on is in and didn't want to wait for the mail man to bring it over.

_{[ He slipped his goggles back up and made the Harley's engine purr. ]}

Want to come with me? It's for that Red Panther I'm building!

Day 3

[fabrecation]

[Luke narrows his eyes as he slides his glasses on and gets to his feet; He nearly got creamed just because Jim was impatient. What is his life?]

Now my clothes are grody... [His caretakers will have words with him. And he'll have to defend himself for the umpteenth time and keep his foot down about walking home. Ugh.

But he still looks at Jim, head upturned slightly while he considers his offer. This guy was... a friend, sort of, kind of, and - it's not like many people invite him to go to other places with them. He half wonders if this is some kind of ruse, but the rest of him is genuinely curious. Just as half of him wants to see what that bike is like, while the rest of him just wants to skip going to the office for a while, no matter what the others say.

So, he lets out a sigh and walks closer, his hand sweeping at a dirty patch on his sleeve.]

Okay, okay. I don't have a lot of time for things like this, so let's make it snappy.

[Day 4]

[yourfononsarewhack]

[Today was the day Jade had chosen to catch up with Luke - and having his own motives in mind at the same time, of course. He even made an appointment like a normal person and strolled on up to Luke's office when the time came. Even to a less haxxored version of the colonel, he could still tell some signs of Luke's fatigue.]

My. Someone's certainly been keeping busy.

[Day 4]

[fabrecation]

[Oh jeez. He recognizes that voice. Even knowing that he's supposed to be here at this time, it still manages to surprise him in a less than pleasant way.

Luke keeps his head down while he glances up at Jade, over the rim of his glasses, causing his vision to mix and become an odd state of blurred and clear. It's fast leading to another headache, so he shuts his eyes, raises his head and looks at him with a clear view. Not the annoyed look he was going for, but sacrifices have to be made.]

Yeah. So what did you want? [This is the father of his best friend, so while he'd rather tell him to be shut up, he can't exactly be disrespectful towards him. Not too much so, anyway.]

[Day 4]

[yourfononsarewhack]

[He keeps up his smirk. Always with that attitude. Still, Jade's always seen potential in the boy. He even likes to think that he was the inspiration for the glasses, in his own vainglorious way.]

You wound me. Now, is that how you greet an old friend? [He says with a serpentine grin.] I may just be curious about how you've been faring, Luke.

[Day 4]

[fabrecation]

[Luke almost rolls his eyes at that. Almost. Instead, he crosses his arms and leans back in his chair, the very picture of head of a big production company. Or just to get away from that grin.]

Please. If you wanted to do that, you wouldn't have had to make an appointment with me. I'm not impossible to talk to.

3rd

[distressedude]

[It's been a few weeks now since Ion's been tutoring Luke, and so far he likes to think that Luke's made some real progress! Really, the biggest issue wasn't with Luke at all. Clearly overworked in the office, he just didn't have enough time to really focus and grasp the material on his own. Ion could see it plain as day -- which was all the more reason he really wanted to help.]

[Today, he's coming over again to review the last material before finals week..His caretakers have already let him in the house -- though Ion always insisted they be allowed to study alone, to give Luke optimal time to absorb the material. That didn't stop them from spying, of course, but maybe it helped gives Luke somewhat of a breather...]

Mister Luke? I'm here for our study session today.

3rd

[fabrecation]

[Luke knew that Ion was coming; his caretakers had made that clear while letting Ion in. He'd dismissed them, glad for the distraction and for the break from all the work, even if it means more work of a different variety, and asked them to bring Ion inside.

When the other boy walks in, Luke frowns at the name, then gestures to the chair beside him for Ion to sit. How long is he going to keep calling him that?]

Yeah yeah... and stop calling me "Mister". It makes me sound like I'm old or something... and coming from you, it's just strange.

[Considering Ion's his age and everything.]

3rd

[distressedude]

[Ion just smiles and takes a seat, setting his bag on his lap and rummaging through to pull out his books and notes.]

I'm sorry. Is it really that strange? I suppose I'm just so used to it by now. I've tried to stop, but sometimes it just slips out...

[And by sometimes he means like always. Ion may do well in class, but in the real world he's pretty spaced out most of the time.]

3rd

[fabrecation]

Do you call all the guys you meet "mister"?

[Luke already has his own books on his desk, and judging by how new they look, it seems like they haven't seen much use at all. Mostly because he doesn't have the time or the will.]

2nd day, on his way to where he's going?

[implanta]

[Cloche is in Lowtown on this day; and despite being in some middle class-looking clothes, she knows aristocrats when she sees them - she's one herself. It's this day that she sees someone else from the higher-class end of town in a place that most wouldn't be caught dead in at any time of day.

So she'll stare at him intensely, confused that someone else would be out here. FEEL THAT STARE, Luke. Cloche is a little cautious in approaching, but she's there. Inching closer as carefully as possible.]

2nd day!

[fabrecation]

[... Oh, great. Luke certainly expected to get some attention from the lower class yokels who live here, but he was really hoping they wouldn't harass him. He's of higher class, after all; they should be leaving him alone. Isn't that the way these things work?

Rather than outright dismiss her like some other higher class people would do, he simply tries to ignore her and keep walking. His talk with Asch didn't go so well yesterday, but maybe today...!]

2nd day!

[implanta]

[It's one of those moments when her thoughts come out of her mouth the more she watches him while her inching gets her closer than she had anticipated.]

What's another aristocrat doing out here? I figured I'd be the only one.

[Whoops.]

2nd day!

[fabrecation]

[... Hrk - wait, what -

Luke stops in a way that almost makes him topple over, and he twists to look at her. So she's - she's not a lower class yokel - er, person? Then what - what -]

Wait, you're an aristocrat? [Ugh, he really needs to stop assuming that people who are in the area actually belong there. After all, he's here.

5th

[personafalsify]

[ Sometime after school, Kohan happens to notice Luke when they're both walking back to Lake Catheria. He watches him for a moment before finally deciding to head over. ]

You look like you're sleepwalking.

5th

[fabrecation]

[... Man, and Luke didn't even notice Kohan near him. He really must be out of it.

He looks at Kohan, then rubs at one of his eyes - the one with the failing vision - under his glasses.]

Was it that easy to notice? [Ugh, he's going to hear some words when he gets to the office...]

5th

[personafalsify]

You thought it wasn't? Did you even sleep at all last night? [ Because it sure as hell doesn't look like it. ]

5th

[fabrecation]

[He shoots a scowl back at him - ] Of course I did! [... and then deflates, head lowering with a sigh.] A little, anyway. Don't ask, it's just family stuff.

[dissonates]

[Asch is used to laying low, but he certainly isn't used to hiding at home. His circle of friends and allies may be small, but those who have his home address are trustworthy enough that a knock on the door wouldn't be suspect. Thus, after a brief delay, the door opens without preamble, and there he is.

Luke is just about the last person he'd ever expect to see, though - and even with the changes he'd gone through during the last couple of years, he's just as recognizable - so all Asch can do upon seeing him on the doorstep is stare.]

[fabrecation]

[... This is the first time Luke's been able to see Asch in two years. And while he'd psyched himself up before this (told himself to be professional, keep it short, keep his distance), all he can do is remember the brother he had before things went sour. The one who would repeat things for him to ensure he remembered it, who would snap at their father when he'd get on to Luke for not quite getting something... the one who gave him his first memory, of holding his hand at the hospital.

And here he is standing in front of him, and while he's changed a little, he's still clearly recognizable.]

Asch - [So without thinking, he moves forward enough to throw his arms around his waist and press his face to his chest - as much as he can, anyway, as his glasses make it hard to do something like that the way he'd want to. Despite their relationship taking a turn for the worst for reasons that Luke still doesn't understand, he missed him so much.]

[dissonates]

[Asch goes still at once, frozen in place by shock; he'd never imagined that he would be found here, least of all by Luke. And now he can't help but wrack his brain on how exactly this could have happened. How had he been discovered? Where did Luke find him? Did someone give him away, or was he spotted by chance...?

He doesn't return the embrace- and after a moment he pushes past his surprise and tries to wrestle Luke away from him, expression fierce and confused.]

What do you think you're doing?

[fabrecation]

[Luke is easily pushed away, if only because he's so surprised. It's been two years, what...]

What do you... What does it look like I'm doing?