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

[fabrecation]

[Luke lets out a groan before he follows her lead, a scowl on his face, and a blush covering it as well. Fine, fine, he'll go along with it. She had this uncanny ability to make him do what she wanted, despite him being a higher class than her, and somehow, he didn't mind so much.]

Yeah, yeah...

[And now, with the two of them walking, he doesn't have to face her. And... well. Maybe it'll be easier to ask like this. He'll only ask once they're outside of the school, though; He likes her, likes her quite a bit, but his pride won't allow him to ask with other students around.

Once they're a block or two away, Luke glances to the side, trying not to focus on the warmth against his arm.]

Hey, um... [A good start??]

[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor had a habit of just bullying right on through people, getting what she wanted or getting them out of her way until she did. It wasn't necessarily aggressive (though when she'd been younger it HAD led to a few fistfights...with boys...) but it generally meant she wasn't the sort to back down in the face of any kind of adversity.]

[And she was pretty happy with her arm through Luke's, so she wasn't going to let him slip away from it because he was embarrassed or because people might stare.]

[She turns her dark eyes up to him when he speaks again, a faint smile on her face.]

Hmm? What is it, Luke?

[fabrecation]

[Nope, still not looking at her. The view of the houses is way more interesting, way different from his own large home... the home he hardly ever goes to, but whatever.]

That thing coming up... the dance? Do you... I mean, are you, uh...

[It's literally like seven words COME ON.]

[notyourutopian]

[Her footsteps falter, just for a moment, as she realizes what he's asking, and there's a split second where she almost makes a girly sort of sound she is quite sure she would never live down. But she catches it and stops it and controls herself. He was asking her to the dance? He was! Well, he was trying to, in his Lukeish way.]

[She likes Luke, she has for a while now, and she likes teasing and embarrassing him, but she's never been sure he likes her back. Not really. And yet here...she knows she should stop, and let him get it out, but after a few seconds of silence, instead she twists free from his arm and comes out in front of him, leaning forward slightly, and up, so he has to meet her eyes or crane his head in a strange direction. Her expression is a tad coy, but the smile is there.]

Luke, are you asking me to Homecoming?

[fabrecation]

[Luke's half tempted to look away more, but that would just feel awkward, and might just lead to a headache. So he looks down at her, sees that coy expression, her smile, and - well, it would be kind of romantic to say that all of his nerves went away just from seeing her smile, but they didn't. In fact, the butterflies just flutter a little faster in his stomach.

This is the first time he's ever asked anyone to a dance, let alone out, though - it's not like he's doing that! There was a woman his age and his class that he'd had a crush on for forever, and while he still cares for her, she'd found someone else. Someone who doesn't have the problems that he does, someone that she deserves.

Not that anyone deserved someone with as many issues as he did, but. He liked Eleanor. And if she didn't have a date, and if - if she said yes, really wanted to go, then... why deny what might make him happy for once in his life?

So he swallows, wetting his throat, and nods.]

Y-Yeah. I am. I mean, it's okay if you, you know, have a date - or someone to take you there, but if you don't, I'd... I'd really like to take you?

[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor's smile was small, but barely contained, as he answers her. What she wants to do is jump up and down and hug him and go 'yes yes of course I'll go with you!' but she can't. She knows she can't. Luke is an upperclass boy, he's used to refinement and taste and even if he was...well, a bit strange sometimes...that was still true. She was pretty sure of it.]

[So how is she suppose to react? She looks kind of dumbstruck, with just that smile, for longer than she'd like before she stands up straight again and gives a small nod. She tries to smile demurely...but she might be grinning like an idiot. She's pretty sure she is.]

I'd like that a lot, Luke.

[fabrecation]

[... And she is, but that's all right by Luke. It's actually kind of... cute? It's a good look on her.

Luke himself never smiles much, mostly because there's nothing to smile about. But while he does try to hold it back a little, he still ends up doing so, probably idiotically just like her.]

Well... great! I'll pick you up before the dance, and uh... Do you still need anything to wear? I-I can get it for you!

[If he seems nervous, it's because he is; he has no idea what he's supposed to do for a dance-date. What does he do? He feels like he's babbling like an idiot.]

[notyourutopian]

[Her smile falters for a moment there at that offer, just because there's something vaguely unsettling about him offering to buy her thinks to wear for the dance. She's not destitute, just...well.]

I will have to find a dress. [She answers as she moves to stand next to him again, her hands clasping behind her back.] But I'm sure I can find something.

I won't need any help.

[fabrecation]

[Oh, dammit, did he screw this up too? Luke's own smile fades, though instead of looking annoyed, he seems vaguely panicked. The one thing that might make him and someone else be happy, and he blew it before it even started?]

U-Um, okay... Sorry. [He stuffs his hands in his pockets and looks down at his feet.] Is there... anything I can do? I haven't really done this... before, or anything...

[notyourutopian]

[She shifts a bit. Okay, fix this, Eleanor.]

I think your job is mostly to show up, look handsome, and bring me flowers? That's the normal way these go. I assume. I've never actually done this before either but...

[fabrecation]

... I can do that. [He's certainly handsome. And flowers! He can get her wonderful flowers. But oh - ] What kind of flowers do you like? [He could just go for the usual red roses thing, but he'd rather get her what she wants.]

[notyourutopian]

Mm. White ones. [She hesitates on colors, afraid her little sister would see them and freak out about someone hurting flowers when she has that garden she...spends all her time taking care of.]

Or maybe purple but don't let Sophie see them.

[fabrecation]

Purple... okay. [And white. But he'll keep that to himself. Maybe he could even get one of those potted ones - They're not the most attractive, but at least they'd actually last a lot longer. And he doesn't really want this to just be a flashy get together.

Purple and white flowers it is.]

Why not let Sophie see them? [It looks like Luke's starting to relax a little, too. As long as he can do something for this, for her, and not feel like he's doing her a disservice...]

[notyourutopian]

Have you seen the little garden outside of my house? It's hers. It's all she talks about or does, honestly. Sometimes I worry...

But anyway. She's just not really the clearest when it comes to flowers.