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.

Comments

[snikting]

"We're all still here." The implication was obvious, of course. They had stayed. He was going to see this through, even if it killed him.

[touchofrogue]

"No word on if they agreed to a meeting?"

[snikting]

"Hell ain't yet froze over. So not just yet. They're gettin' more and more scabs each day. They figure eventually we'll just give up."

[touchofrogue]

"And if that happens," Marie said grimly, "you'll lose any kind of credibility if you ever do it again."

Her hand formed a fist at her side, "I wish there was something we could do to shake them up."

[snikting]

Working as their secretary won't help.

"It'd need to be somethin' big. An' messy. That ain't a line any of us want to draw yet."

[touchofrogue]

"That's not the kind of thing that would make them want to talk, either," she said.

Unfortunately, the more she worked with the aristos, the more she saw that they just didn't care. They just didn't care. The only way this would work would be if they were hit where it hurt - their pride or their pocketbook.

[snikting]

"Talk is all they got. Not even our mayor can get 'em to compromise."

Logan may not have been thrilled with the Lord Mayor, but at least someone in the aristocracy was trying.