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

[distressedude]

[Peony your son is gay, he could never wear something that tacky in good consciousness.]

[He laughs, only a bit nervously.]

I don't want to stand out too much... [Especially since he wouldn't want to pull any extra attention to himself and Kohan, if they want to have a good time.] But perhaps I can find a bowtie with a pattern that might match? Or some nice cuff links?

[He's already going to start looking at styles and colors -- black seemed the safest, but some of the dark blue ones looked nice...]

[...he'll just stay away from that neon purple on the end there.]

[dedicatednoless]

Perhaps... [he trails off for a moment, because he's thinking of an idea to substitute for Ion's wish not to stand out much. Something that would attract conversation, but not make one stand out too much would be--] we could have something stitched to the pocket. A star, moon, or comet would be fitting.

[Go ahead and look, Ion. Peony will just stand back and eye-shop and compare colors to visualize what would look good with your hair color and skin tone, as you look for yourself. His opinions will be ready!]

[distressedude]

Oh, that would look wonderful! [How could Mother ever doubt his fashion prowess!]

[In that case, he'd better find one that has pockets that might help accent the stitching. Concealed pockets just wouldn't do in this case! After a few minutes, he finds a good looking black coat and holds it up for Peony to see.] What do you think about this one?

[dedicatednoless]

[With a thoughtful expression, he gives it a look over. It's a good shade of night sky black, expertly tailored, with great pockets that don't look too big or too small. Not bad, not bad, Ion, just like your mother's tastes.

But to be sure, Peony pulls on the collar to peak inside the jacket to check the inseams. After all, he didn't want none of this loose or improperly sewn thread business. When he is finally satisfied, he lets go of the cloth and beams an approving smile.]

Good choice! I couldn't picked better myself. Now we just need to find slacks that match!!

[distressedude]

[Ion can't help but beam when his father approves of his choice, before going over to find a pair of slacks in his size. He was so thin for his height, it would probably take him awhile to find the exact size he'd need in the right color. As he searches, he shoots a few glances back at his father.]

[He was so different from Kohan's father. Warm and kind... he and his mother had taken Ion in, even knowing he was sickly and from low-class parents. For a moment, he can't help but wonder if maybe it would be okay to be more open with him about the real reason he's so excited about this dance.]

[Maybe he can try feeling it out first. The last thing he wants to do is upset his father and ruin their day together.]

...father, may I ask you something?