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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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_{[ 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!

[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.

_{[ Kirk rolled his eyes. It was comments like that that made him want
to smack Luke behind his ear now and then, but he knew the kid was a good
kid, just... angry. He could relate, sort of - his upbringing hadn't had
quite the silver spoon Luke's did. But hey, the kid seemed actually
interested in the bikes and if he and Loki could someday get on, well, all
the better.}

He reached into the Harley's saddle bag and tugged out goggles, holding the pair out to Luke. ]

Hop on and hold on tight then! And don't complain if you get wind-hair!

[Luke takes the goggles, though he can't help making a face as he looks down at them. They were in a saddle bag; just how much gunk was on these things...? And how's he supposed to put this on over his glasses without it feeling weird?

He tries it anyway, and sure enough, it does feel weird. Like wearing glasses over his glasses. And - is he really supposed to cling to Jim like that?

... Ugh, the things he does to skip out on office time...

Luke doesn't really hop on, more like slides himself cautiously and hesitantly on; the thing did almost run him over, after all. Then he holds on to Jim's shoulders, where his scowl is thankfully hidden behind the other man.]

Okay, okay, I won't!

_{[ The engine roars and Kirk picks his feet up, turning the bike back
the right way and hurrying through the streets with a whoop. He never felt
better than when he was on one of his bikes or he was with his son or his
soon to be wife. Those three things in his life were the best, and the
knowledge that a new part was waiting was icing on the cake. ]}

How you feeling back there?

_{[ He turned to look over his shoulder at Luke as they idled at a red
light, the bike thrumming beneath them. ]}

[It was enjoyable for a good while. It actually felt free, even if he feared for his life a little and held on to Jim's shoulders tightly. Luke is always stuck inside the office or at the school; he never, ever gets joy rides like this. And he actually smiles, even lets out a little chuckle. The wind in his hair, in his clothes - everything feels great.

But his head decides that it doesn't want any of that anymore. The laughter dies away when Luke feels that familiar ache begin to pound at his temple, then spread to the top and crown of his head, and with his hands occupied, he presses his head against Jim's back and cringes to fight off the pain instead. That's where he is now, doing his best to keep back any groans of pain while the ache spreads across his head, and he feels as if his ears are on fire.

God, why do these headaches come at the worst of times?]

... What? [It's hard to hear when he can hear his heart beat loudly in his ears.]

_{[ Kirk's eyebrows fly up (as far as they can), in alarm at seeing that
(and he had been mildly concerned before when he felt the other lean his
head against his back). He turns the corner and up against the sidewalk. He
puts the stand down on the bike and lets her idle as he turns to properly
face Luke, frowning at him. ]}

Hey, what's wrong? You don't look so good, Luke.

_{[ He really did not need the boy getting sick on him. That was the
last thing in the world he needed. ]}

What?

[Again with the quiet voice under the ring in his ears, but he does pick out enough words to know what he's saying. And now that his hands are free, he holds the sides of his head, teeth grit. Dammit, it's even worse that someone has to be there while this is happening; Luke would much rather be alone in the privacy of his room when a headache strikes.]

I'm - I'm fine. It's just a headache - it'll go away soon...

[Sure enough, it's already starting to fade a little. That's at least one good thing about these things; they don't last long. The downside is that they happen at least once a day, so they might as well last just as long.]

_{[ Kirk continued to frown, not liking this. That was some serious pain
the kid was in, that much he could tell. Oh, he knew all about being a man
and not wanting to say how much it did hurt, and Kirk wasn't going to
press, not to much, but he did hope that Luke would go and get it tended to
properly soon enough. ]}

All right... do you still want to come with me or do you need me to drop you off somewhere?

_{[ Like a doctor's office. But of course he didn't say that, the bike
purring beneath them quietly, waiting. ]}

G-Give me a second...

[He could at least hear what he had to say, and he didn't like it. This - This is why he likes to be by himself when headaches happen; no one has to fuss over him, coddle him like a kid, ask if he needs help. He's fine. He can deal with this; just because he's less fortunate due to an accident doesn't mean that he can't do anything.

Soon enough, the pounding in his head fades, and his grip on his hair loosens until his hands lower.]

It's okay... it's gone now. [Finally, he tilts his head up to scowl at Kirk.] Don't tell anyone about this. If word of it got back to my place...

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