Luceti Valley - The Second Log

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone
What: The second part of the experiment. Things begin to unravel.
When: August 7th - August 10th
Where: Luceti itself
Summary: Check out the mod post for more. This covers Day 6-9!
Rating: Varies with thread. Please move explicit stuff to appointments post with appropriate warnings.

Luceti Valley continued in its own merry little way. The rich got richer, the poor got poorer. A new tax hike had ensured increasing animosity between both groups, despite the protests of the every charitable Lord Mayor. But on the sixth day, something happens and people begin to notice things are unusual. Idle thoughts that if thought about too much is bound to get you a visit to the police station for an hour or so. Or worse, it may just get you committed.

Meanwhile, the asylum continues to gain more and more patients. Those that are trapped there will find escaping difficult, but there may be more to this place than they first assumed...

On the tenth, battle breaks out across Luceti Valley. People begin to exhibit powers and abilities they didn't know they had. The police begin rounding up these people to lock up. If they resist, its bound to come to blows. Even though no one has regained their memories of their true self yet, it becomes apparent that some trickery is afoot, even if they might not know the source or why.


Note: This is the second log! There will be a third and final event log for the aftermath. There will also be two separate logs specifically for finding John and defeating Zompano. For those of you that signed up, we'll be randomizing the results and replying to the selected characters later tonight. In the meantime, keep enjoying the event! If you have questions, direct them here.

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[lucetimods]

7th and 8th

[zompano]

Seventh

On the seventh, Lord Mayor Reginald Douglas Quincy Zompano III makes a rare appearance! Typically the man, busy and wonderful as ever, is found at Town Hall buried under paperwork. But not today! For the Zoo has a new exhibit: an unusual specimen, the Bantha. Zompano cuts the ribbon, smiles for the reporters with their cameras, and makes a speech about how much he cares about protecting rare and endangered species like this one. After all the fanfare, Zompano strolls around the zoo. Some of the animals don't seem to like him and are downright hostile. But they're in their cages and he chuckles at the beasts. His entourage of rich and important people all laugh too and join him in light hearted mockery.

To everyone he meets along the path at the zoo, they are only too happy to see him. Babies cease their crying when mothers hand their babes to him. Women swoon when he looks their way. Even the men get a bit flustered to have his attention. And although he looks a bit more ragged than he did at Rataneran Keep, he certainly has not lost his flourish. This is his daydream and he's the star of it all. Those who have been evented, even the poor, will find it difficult to dislike him. He really is the most amazing person ever. Not that it's impossible, of course. But he just seems to ooze charm and charisma.

Eighth

On the eighth, Zompano can be found in Historic Luceti, at the old fountain. What's he doing? Why, he's reading a story to a group of little children. It's a wonderful story about how a very brave and incredible athletic man (named Zompo) was responsible for defeating a reprehensible group of businessmen (the Mallnosers) who were trying to ruin everything he did. The children, of course, eat it up. It's a wonderful tale and he is a masterful story teller. But why not? The Lord Mayor exceeds at everything. Even afterwards when he plucks out a fiddle and plays a wonderful song for all of them.

Once the story is done, he'll hang about the plaza, exploring some of the old shops and generally being unbearably charming. But as another day has passed with people's doubts increasing, it's likely people are going to be a little less awed and enchanted by him. Fortunately, he has two doberman to protect him.

[therewerefifty]

[On the 7th, Makie and Shikamaru can be found in town in the morning after being dropped off by IDK Santa a friend? a family member? someone to accomplish two things: (a) pick up Makie's car from the mechanic, and (b) go grocery shopping. Feel free to run into one or the both of them, they're just being a mother and son doing domestic things together.

...the day doesn't end well. But that's another story.

On the 8th, Makie's back home as per usual and everything is fine.]

8th | I hope this works?

[calmbeforethe]

[ These last few days have been nothing but confusing and she'd like someone to talk to. But Logan's still at the farmlands, and Makie has always been good to her. So on the morning of the 8th, she decides to come knocking on her sister-in-law's door. ]

[distressedude]

Day 6-8
[The past day had been a strange one for Ion. Upon waking he up on the 7th, he looked in the mirror and couldn't help take notice of his hair. Was green a normal color for people to have? Sure, Sync and Florian had green hair too, but he's never really seen it on anyone else before. Only on the brothers with whom he shared nearly identical features... which in itself was a bit odd for brothers who aren't twins or triplets, wasn't it? He thought at first it was just a passing thought, but somehow these passing thoughts stuck with him throughout the day, perhaps making him seem a bit more spaced out than usual.]

[On the 8th, Ion will find he accidentally confided in the wrong people, resulting in him being suddenly detained for "questioning" while taking a short walk in the evening. They give him no opportunity to call home to tell his parents where he is. By the time he's finally able to come home, it'll be well past midnight and he'll be looking a little worse for the wear. He'll spend most of the next day trying not to talk too openly about how increasingly uncomfortable he feels about everything, taking care in who he confides in and where -- and perhaps warning others to do the same.]

Day 9
[By the 10th it'll become clear that something is amiss in the city of Luceti, and he'll find himself in the center of town when the fighting starts breaking out. Unable to run away without wearing himself out, he'll be at the mercy of whoever may be around to protect him from getting hauled away by the police again -- though if things get serious, he'll get the chance to play the hero by using a power he never knew he had. Of course, he also doesn't know that power will make him lose consciousness. He's not much of the "heroing" type, really.]

[Though he knows he really should get away as soon as he can, his concern for his friends who might still be stuck in town will propel him forward. He doesn't want to see anyone get hurt, and if there's anything he can do to protect his friends, he wants to do it.]

Day 9

[aerialassault]

[Cliff made it a point to keep himself out of the mess and above the fray, even if he had the undying urge to just go punch some of those cops out there. The way they were approaching some of the people in town really stuck in his craw, bugged him on a deep, unquestionable level of his being. He didn't know what was going on anymore, and he didn't care.

He didn't like following orders he didn't like.

He didn't like seeing other people deal with the consequences of something bigger than them either-- especially kids. That was why he reached out to grab a kid that was running by, as if trying to escape the fray. The face looked vaguely familiar...but he couldn't place where.]

C'mon, kid. [He kept himself calm, for the kid.] Let's get you outta here.

[He'll lead you elsewhere. Just don't mind the grease.]

[descrier]

Day 6 + 7 — ASYLUM
[ The price to pay for observation is being thrown into a mental institute. To Marita, this consequence is much worse than when she had actively done something to get thrown into experimentation for nearly two years straight. She can nearly feel as if the oil is still swimming in her veins, clad in a stark white patient's uniform, but without the actual physical effects.

There is not much news from the outside. Not even a solid source of when this Shift will end and she will be free, at least free of this insitution. It seems she is not the only one unaffected by this curse who has been thrown in here and deemed as someone unstable, delusional even. For simply asking questions that no one had answers to.

Currently, she is pacing the hallways, looking uncomfortable as if she is about to go into a full-blown panic. There is something erratic about her actions, but certainly not the least bit sign that makes her look as if she's the one who is convinced she's gone insane. She feels trapped like a rat longing to break free from its maze. ]

Day 6

[ablankpage]

[A man who is all too familiar with these walls watches her. His eyes follow her movements, and he shakes his head.]

The more agitated you look, the more likely they are to think you need treatment.

[The more you talk, the more you obviously listen, the more you move.

The more alive you look, he's noticed, the more likely the gurney is to come out. The straps are to be tightened. The gel is to be applied. The shocks are to be administered.]

[magicalesbian]

Day 6-7
[It happened rather suddenly. In a moment in which most people might panic, Kari realized she couldn't remember what her mother looked like. It hadn't been that long since she'd seen her, right? Just a few weeks? And yet the more she thought about it, the more she realized she couldn't get a clear image in her head. She knew well enough looking in the mirror that she was supposed to be the spitting image of her mother, but somehow not even that sparked a memory. Did she really not care about her mother that much?]

[She'll spend much of the next two days mulling over this, all while wondering just what the hell is going on in the city these days -- was the police presence always so strong? It must be related to the recent tax hike -- that's the only conclusion she can come to for now.]

Day 8-9
[But the 9th will end rather traumatically for Kari. Wherever she is and whoever she is with, without any real warning, the pendent she got from her mother that she always wears pinned to her chest will suddenly start to glow. When she pulls it off to get a better look, suddenly a series of sharp metal coils will shoot out and impale her in the chest, killing her instantly in a splash of blood.]

[...or so it will seem, at least. The moment powers were returned to Luceti, so too did her magic return to the pendent. And after being without it's host for far too long, it was a little eager to return to her. The effects of the magic will begin almost instantly, reawakening the lost aspects of her personality that had become dulled down during the event. She'll try to sneak back home without freaking anyone out too much. She kind of looks like a murder victim with all that blood on her shirt.]

[At some point on the 10th, she's going to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and wind up discovering her powers through the power of a small wish to understand just what was going on -- which won't really answer any of her questions, unfortunately. She just turned into a different person!! But even if she has no idea what's going on, she has a feeling that there's something important she has to do, and she'll fight to the end if she has to.]

[elongatedsmile]

[Young girl, looking as if she escaped a brutal stabbing is a little hard to ignore. Xzana comes running up so fast she doesn't even notice that she's lost a shoe on her way.]

Oh my gosh, are you alright?!

[ue_no_ue]

[ The tax hike had been an unwelcome hit to Kakashi's paycheck, but between his income and the meager stipend Barnaby made as a research assistant, they somehow figured out a way to make ends meet. But the strain of the hike was all around them, the gap between the rich and the poor growing far wider and more prominent. Kakashi hadn't thought too much into it -- after all, it's just one of those many things you learn to roll with when you've lived a life harder than most. But he went to bed one night and woke up the next morning feeling a strange something inside himself that was telling him that there was something inherently wrong. He couldn't quite put his finger on what that something was other than to consider that maybe, in fact, he was quite possibly going crazy. Maybe it was some kind of delayed aftermath, ten years late, from the war.

Or maybe it was something else entirely. Something scratching at him from within that told him nothing is what it is seems. That he needs to look underneath the underneath. (Now there's a thought. How does one look underneath the underneath, anyway? What does that even mean?)

On the sixth day, Kakashi gets up and goes to work as usual. He spends the entire day feeling as though he's terribly out of place. The medical mask he's worn all his life doesn't feel right. It scratches against his skin like some sort of fabric that he's unfamiliar with, as though he hasn't worn it every day for the past twenty-two years of his life. The halls of the school he walks through feel foreign and strange, and though many of his students feel familiar (some, more so than others, like a certain Uchiha), others feel as through they're complete strangers to him. He's more aloof than usual or distant, less likely to be open to spending time fielding students' questions. And for the first time, he arrives completely late to a football practice (which is strange, because Kakashi is never late) and doesn't even bother really giving any sort of real apology or explanation to his fellow co-coach or to the team about his lateness. After practice, he heads to the bar for a few drinks in hopes that maybe a drink might help whatever strange rut he's gotten himself into. (It doesn't.) At least, at home, even if he feels like something is terribly wrong, he isn't quite as walled off as he is during the day. Though, for the first time in years, he feels far too naked without his mask...

That night, he dreams of falling rocks and a boy who lived in his left eye. He wakes up at three in the morning with his heart thundering in his chest and the taste of blood in his mouth. His left eye throbs and he thinks for a moment that he sees the world in red and black.

On the seventh day, Kakashi thinks to himself that everything is completely wrong and he doesn't even feel like the world he's living in is real. Which is crazy, because obviously the world is real and he has an entire lifetime of memories stuffed into his head and can see the world around him with startling clarity. But even so, it feels as though he's walking thorugh some sort of waking dream. He calls out sick from work and spends most of the day walking around town. He might consider going to visit Minato and Kushina or dropping by to visit Naruto. They're his immediate family, after all, and they feel real. Barnaby's his family too, but there's something that isn't right about their relationship. Something that makes Kakashi question if it's even real. Which probably means that he is, in fact, losing his shit, because he certainly knows how he feels about Barnaby -- it hasn't changed at all, even if his perception of reality seems to have taken a severe beating. When he gets home that night, Barnaby isn't there. In fact, he doesn't come back until a few hours later.

Kakashi doesn't even call out sick on the eighth day. He simply doesn't even bother to go into work. He woke up with a pounding ache behind his left eye that split his head apart and a matching one in his chest, the image of his hand filled with lightning going through far too many chests (there's a girl with brown hair and purple patches on her cheeks staring at him shock, and a man with scars all the way down the right side of his body, looking at him with mismatched eyes asking him do you feel guilty.) It was only after a moment that he realized there was a body pinned underneath him and his hand was wrapped around someone's throat -- and for a second he didn't recognize him, didn't even realize it was Barnaby, until clarity hit him between the eyes. He spends the rest of the day in the park. He doesn't go home that night.

By the ninth day, Kakashi's realizing that the shit in his dreams is probably more real than anything else about his life, and the fact that he can call forth lightning to his hand, which seems to cut through just about anything (like entire trees he felled in half in the park) seems to confirm that fact. The word genjutsu keeps swirling through his mind, even if he's not entirely sure what it means. What he does know, however, with every shred of his being is that he has to fight. ]

seventh

[fervidity]

[With the tax hike, the strange dreams, and everything else Kushina has been a bit more cagey than her usual busy-body self. Although by no means does she stay inside, she's out in the garden pulling weeds or watering or doing SOMETHING to distract herself from strange thoughts.

Or memories.

She's covered in soil as she kneels near a flower bed in front of their house, hair pulled up in a sloppy bun that is obviously there for function than look. She has dirt smeared across her nose as she works, not noticing the footsteps nearing her because she's so lost in her dreams -- nightmares really -- and what they could mean.

Then she can feel something, a flicker of a familiar presence. She doesn't know how she knows, like it's a sixth sense, but she looks up to see what it could possibly be.]

Kakashi. [There is one thing that doesn't change in her dreams, the familial relationship she has with Kakashi. Like her own little brother, so she slowly smiles in greeting and moves to stand.]

Minato didn't say anything about you coming to visit today. How's it going?

Day 6-7

[ablankpage]

[Robert remains in the mental institution. His health is getting steadily worse, his short-term memory more patchy. Because he refuses to stop talking to the people who talk to him. Because he refuses to recant. He's learned to try and keep quiet...

But he was an atheist in a theocracy.

Being silent isn't in his nature. He is a scientist. He is a man who knows about the multiplicity of universes. And he knows. And he's trying to listen, to learn, and, most importantly, to hope. Because when hope dies, the rest of the personality crumbles.]

7

[mothergoose]

[Well he'll get one break at least. There is a German voice arguing at his door.]

Did you not hear me? I said no! He is not due for another treatment for a week at most. And look you have been ignoring the new patients files to focus on these ones. Go! Now, I wan't them all in order before you assign them experimental treatments!

[There is a short pause before the door opens and a fuming Dr. Tenenbaum walks in. Her patients are being brutalized and she can't do anything. And for the first time she cares.]

I believe you are trying to get yourself killed.

[She closes the door behind her, putting her pen behind her ear again as she walks over to the desk.]

Day 6-7

[mothergoose]

[She's in the right place. She works at the mental institute and she's starting to wonder if she should be here herself. Questions, always questions. But instead she focuses on the small things she can do.

-Talking to patients.

-Stopping patients from getting electroshock treatment.

Acting as if nothing is wrong so her superiors don't throw her away. It might not work though.]

Night 8 into Day 9

[ablankpage]

[Robert had, for the most part, tried to keep his head down. Warning other patients not to make too much noise, making it very clear to them what "treatments" here consisted of, and trying to learn everything he could by paying attention to the orderlies and guards and everyone. Because sooner or later, there would be a break. There would be some lapse, some fragment of a mistake, and he could exploit it and get out.

Which might be coming.

He could hear the noise. Low and distant, but it sounded like violence. Like guns and shouts. He wondered, briefly, if it was his imagination and closed his eyes to listen better. To try and pick out precisely what he was hearing. And perhaps to also enjoy the faint sensation of fingers drifting through his hair and a low, unusually tender voice telling him he would make it out of this. He would be safe soon.

He'd predicted tactile hallucinations, and they were beginning to come.]

[rather_be_surfing]

On the 6th, Derek will wake up from a screamer of a nightmare. Although he can't remember it, it leaves him breathless and confused. That night, once the girls are tucked in and he has time to himself, he drags out a lot of his old, hidden journals, pouring over them in the hope that something will jog a memory of the dreams from the night before.

On the 7th, Derek goes about life as usual. Gets up, sees his siblings to school, goes to work, comes home, helps with homework and dinner and answers to the Life Altering questions young girls often have.

On the 8th, He starts to feel...a little uneasy? He makes a note of when the mayor visits the shop, and will watch the man pass by with his trained dogs. Later on, following a gut feeling, he'll call to the school to let the teachers know that he'll be picking up the girls himself and to have them wait for him.

On the 9th, he's noticed by now that a lot more people are acting weird, and as a result, a lot of people are getting hauled off to the cops...or the asylum. He reminds the girls not to reveal any of the things he might have told them over the years, to keep their head down and not over react to anything that they see, and to, under no circumstances, draw attention to themselves.

On the 10th, when he starts realizing that he has skills and knowledge he didn't train himself for, he packs up his family (if they haven't run off by now) and plans on getting them out of town and up into the mountains, where he has a 'bunker' hidden inside one of the many caves. Once he knows they're safe and secure, he'll return to town, both to see what's going on, and to probably get his fool arse involved.

[elongatedsmile]

[Xzana hadn't started questioning her world like some had. Yet there had been noticeable differences. Little things. She's found herself taking longer showers, she was breaking more things at work by mistake, she would look at a clock and suddenly forget how to tell time.

Then more disturbingly, while she was taking a bath, she found that she could move the water. At first it had seemed natural, she was hardly aware she was doing it, but once she did she had jumped from the bath and quickly put a towel on. Only she hadn't needed it, she was already dry.

What was wrong with her? Was she going crazy? She needed something solid, something stable. She found herself dialing Derek's number without even needing to look at the phone as she quickly dressed.

Right now she wanted a familiar voice. Someone to tell her she wasn't crazy. She was only hoping she wasn't waking the kids with this call.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don has always had the vague sense that he was trapped in the wrong life, and he has way too many problems to start seriously questioning his reality now. He can't help noticing, though, that something is going around the village - a strange sense of unease, or displacement, or just-plain-wrongness. His work and family commitments still have to come first, but he's always been known as a good listener, and he'll make time to hear anyone's honest worries or slightly-crazed ramblings.]

[On day nine, Don receives a weapon, finds out he's some kind of martial artist, and is not okay with this. There's no way he's getting involved in the real fighting, but if anyone threatens his friends or family, he'll discover that his protective instincts are tied to some interesting reflexes.]

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Sorry, Don, your boss isn't in a good mood when he comes into work. He looks like he's had no sleep, blue eyes looked tired and more than a little angry at the world.

In fact, when he comes in, he stops and stares at the bikes and the tools and the benches and everything else with a look that says it was wrong, all wrong, like he didn't know where he was or why.

But then he shook his head, grumbling and rubbing his temple.]</sub>

Stupid headache...

[tearmeanewone]

[Day 6]

[Elizabeth can't hold it in any longer. Parts of things Robert said to her on Day 4 are starting to make sense, and more memories that are certainly not dreams are coming clearer. She's starting to question everything, and the more she questions the more she believes Robert needs to be sprung from the asylum. But not in any crazy, flamboyant way. She's just going to go right up to the desk and ask that her uncle (if that's really what he is...) be discharged.]

[Which tips off the police, of course. She's escorted out of the asylum quietly enough by the police, but the moment they miss the turn back to her house Elizabeth is fighting like mad. All she can hear is Robert urging her: 'And don't let them get their hands on you. If they try to take you anywhere, fight like hell.']

[And she fights like hell, all the way through the village even after the police have handcuffed her.]


[Day 7]

[After spending the night at the police station, Elizabeth seems to be back to her usual self. But she has dark circles under her eyes and can't shake the feeling that she's somehow... fragile. Like she's being held together by strings.]

[Good luck trying to convince her something's rotten in the state of Luceti. She's reacting with an almost violent aversion to any discussion that might land her in the police station again. As the day goes on, Elizabeth is growing increasingly paranoid, and can't stay in one place for longer than fifteen minutes. It's as though she's on the run from the police, or from something else...]


[Day 8]

[Elizabeth has had enough of running away and she knows the answers lie with Robert. She and Booker, dodging the police, go back to the asylum to find Robert.]


[Day 9]

[During the battle for the asylum, Elizabeth realizes that she has an unusual ability... she can rip holes in reality and patch in things from other realities. You know, simple stuff like that.]

[She mainly plays a support role during the battle, opening tears to pull weaponry and medical supplies into existence whenever she spots someone in need. The problem? The more Elizabeth futzes with reality, the more her nose bleeds. Her brain is desperately trying to make sense of what's happening, and it's reacting poorly the more barrels of weaponry she creates. At some points during the battle, she has a constant stream of blood trickling out of her nose.]

[But Elizabeth can't stop. She's doing it for the sake of the fighters, not her own.]

[Day 9]

[voidseeing]

[Gai isn't quite sure what to make of his own abilities either. The most physical activity he can ever recall doing has been school sports, yet somehow when an opponent approaches him, he's able to fell the man with a series of swift kicks and strikes the likes of which he's SURE he's never done before, not even while imitating a movie. It makes no sense.

It makes no sense, and yet somehow it feels so natural. It's like his body knows exactly what it's doing, even while his brain has no clue. Either way, it's not something to sneeze at, and it's useful. That's what matters most.

So he's just going to take advantage of whatever this unknown ability is to fight-- and woe betide those who get in his way. There's a learning curve, of course, but it doesn't take long before his moves are brutal, calculated, and capable of doing a hell of a lot of damage.]

[tsunderebunny]

[A slow, steady awareness of something inherently wrong crept upon him early on the sixth day, and it progressively grew and grew in such a subtle way that Barnaby didn't notice the strange feeling until much later. What felt like a normal, happy life was suddenly viewed through an antique glass that has marbled over the years. What was normal? What wasn't normal?

He needed to know.

His curiosity got him in trouble, and he is absent for much of the following day. When he does finally appear in his home later that evening, he's not quite the same...

No one else was either. After the frightening start of the eighth day drove his half forgotten suspicious back into the open, Barnaby couldn't stand still and watch the rest of the town struggle with the current affairs.

Affairs that were constantly changing. The ninth day started with a crash. Literally. He didn't know how it happened, but there were moments where he simply didn't know his strength. Noises were louder, lights were brighter, glasses would accidentally break in his hands...

It only lasted for a short duration, thankfully, but he wondered if he could possibly put this strength to use. It was only right, only just that he use this power to to use. Their city, no matter how strange it was becoming, needed protection. Why shouldn't he try to help?]

9th

[neversurrender]

[Steve doesn't know how this day got so out of hand. All he knows is that suddenly there is fighting in the streets and everything is spiraling out of his control. A few days ago he'd been living a nice, ordinary life, and now he's fighting against enemies he doesn't know with memories that he's sure aren't his own.

He's almost grateful for the battle as it works to keep his mind off those other matters that he really doesn't want to consider. He's just finished off one of the cultists when spots another cultist being launched in his direction. He ducks as the cultist soars over his head and then glances up in the direction they came from.]

Barnaby? [He sounds hesitant. They had never been particularly close, but with the state his mind is in it's jarring to see someone he's known for years suddenly seem like a stranger. And that strength. How could he have...?]

all days - asylum

[musubi]

[Unfortunately for Isamu, his attempts to play along and act unaffected can only get him so far. Those watching can tell the difference, and it isn't long into the 6th day of this mess that he's hauled off to the Institute - against strong protests from Richard.

He can't hold any of this against the blond. He did his best. It's surprising, really, how much this newly created world had held onto the connection between them. He feels fortunate to have been with someone he was already familiar with. Trying to explain things to a stranger likely would have gotten him tossed in this place much sooner.

Well, if he's been found out then he's going to make a nuisance of himself. That's something he's good at, at least. And who knows? Maybe they'd get tired of him and toss him back out onto the streets after a while.

...Or put him someplace worse. There was always that possibility too.]

Day 7

[ablankpage]

[Robert Lutece is, quite frankly, exhausted.

He's been here a week, undergone three rounds of treatments, been shouted at numerous times by DeWitt, worried Elizabeth, and now, apparently, gotten her dragged away by the police.

So the fuss another patient is putting up? Doesn't sit well with him.]

Shut up. [He snaps it, sparing only a glance.] You aren't going to help a damned thing.

[yourhatred]

[Day 6: Itachi goes to work as usual today. The coughing is bearable for now and he feels up to going about his usual tasks. At a few points he feels a little off about certain things, but he's caught up enough in other worries that he doesn't let it bother him.

Day 7: The off-ness from the day before is stronger now. He feels as though he should be able to sense some things he can't. But that's ridiculous, isn't it? There's also a certain unease when it comes to his brother, but he attributes this to the boy's recent decisions in regard to their financial situation.

Day 8: The awkwardness gets worse. Worry for his brother increases and he begins to feel guilty for things he can't remember but believes that he should. He voices most of these worries to no one, and remains overlooked by the authorities.

Day 9: Breakdown as the Sharingan in his right eye starts to return. He leaves work early and avoids his partner and brother. Things aren't as they should be, and he's starting to hate it. Illness or not, the life he has here is better than whatever his mind is telling him it should be.

He can be found around the park or Historical Luceti, avoiding people if possible.]

Day 8???

[generalflirt]

[Masaomi Kida, the aristocrat, is in Historic Luceti. Why? Because he meant to come to the high school and he's just tipsy enough that he got lost. It also might be a little late or a little dark out but the point is that he's going to find himself stumbling towards if not into the blind guy.

He may or may not be a bit of a jackass right now too]

Rallying Doubters (Also called Police dodging 101)

[teachingpeace]

Day 6
[Things may feel off, but Ikki was going to have a good birthday party, so the oddness could just... wait. He went through his normal routine until the party.]

Day 7
[Why were the police going after people? It was unnerving. Unnerving in a very bad way, and it was almost instinctive to stay under the radar, throwing himself into a job that he was steadily losing passion for. The flame was there, but it wasn't on this anymore. Being a teacher, even a college professor, seemed so tiny. He was meant for bigger, greater, things. Things that could change the world in drastic ways and make it better. Konan was a constant, an unshakeable force in his heart, but his daughter... he hadn't recognized her for a moment that morning and that bothered him. He would seek out his other family members through the afternoon, to reaffirm to himself that he knew them and they were real.]

Day 8
[He'd figured it out. Someone was after everyone that had been touched by the heavens, that was being given the whispers of other purposes than their mundane lives. There were more than a few, and he was very certain that he had to check with his family to make sure that they were all fine, because if he had been chosen, clearly they would be too. It seemed only right to look in on everyone and start rallying those he found, being careful to keep out of sight of the police with anything strange, but he would be watching himself for others with that look. Someone needed to step up, and he was more than willing to be that person, especially once he realized that it was possible these people might go after his wife, or his sister, and who knew who else?]

Day 9
[He had never been more thankful to have decided on a walk than he was at the moment. He'd only had a thought to brush a falling leaf away from himself and instead everything within several feel of him had been forcefully flung away, leaving him to look around with wide eyes to see if anyone was around to have... been hurt. Or seen. No police thankfully, he'd seen people being picked up in the last days for no reason he could tell and wouldn't want to give them an excuse but...

He'll be roaming the town the entire day, helping anyone he sees that's in trouble, because if he had been bestowed with power, who else might be? Feel free to throw him at whoever needs a rescuer of some sort while powers are flaring on, he's pretty tough.]

9th

[deathsdoctor]

[Law had kept the growing madness carefully under wraps, mindful of the police, and feeling a growing sense of paranoia whenever an authority figure drew near. Those were bad in unspeakable ways and would only serve to hurt him and everyone he cared for.

Right now? That's blown. Wisps of blue energy are coming off of him, and there's a thundering chorus of voices in his mind. Maybe voices isn't the best word for the life energy and emotions of others, but it works. They're showing him things. Glimpses of things that will happen before they actually happen. The possible future - a multitude of fragmented scenes flashing through his mind's eye - stacked on on top of that.

He's staggering into an alley. He needs to breathe. He's going mad.

And he needs to stay out of sight.

That however, will be impossible.]

[twodragons]

[Day 6-7: Business as usual. The only thing that feels off to Zuko is that sometimes he feels a little bad after he robs someone. Maybe he's just growing more of a conscience. But hey - a guy's gotta eat!

Day 8: Zuko wakes up this morning and is surprised to realize that he has a dog. This feeling doesn't last for long, though, and he spends the rest of the day wondering where it could have come from in the first place. Ammy has been with him for years.

Hasn't she?

Day 9: Things are just getting weird now. Not only is he starting to regret things he's done that have kept him alive this long, but now he's feeling bad about the way he treated that Aang kid before. He feels as though he should know him better than he did, but he can't figure out why. Maybe he should look for him and make sure he's alright?

He might have even gone through with this if a run-in with the law hadn't led to the accidental exploding of a cop car through newly-regained firebending powers.

Whoops.]

[savedtheworld]

[Aang is nearby when he sees the car explode and ducks for cover, not yet noticing the source.]

Whoa! Talk about flaming!

[elongatedsmile]

Most Days

[Life was fairly business as normal for Xzana. She hadn't felt the slipping of reality as some other Lucetians did. Yet there were a few small things that she had noticed. She was breaking things by mistake at work. Every so often she forgot how to tell time or what was so important about it.

For the most part life for her went on as normal. She did her grocery shopping, she visited her family, went to work, and hit up the local bars now and then.

Yet there was always something. A small inkling that things just weren't quite right. She finds that she often likes to walk close to the rivers that run through town. Half the time walking and not even realizing where she's going. Find her just about anywhere.]

The 10th

[When fighting breaks out Xzana tries to stay out of it. Mostly just wanting to make sure her family is safe. If anyone she knows is under attack she may think to defend them with her new found control over water, but for the most part she's trying to lay low. She doesn't want any trouble and doesn't go seeking it out. She's not going cray, she's not. She just wants to go to work like normal and live her quite life.]

whenever their powers start coming back, what are these logistics of which you speak?

[songwithoutscales]

[Kit is reading in the living room of her aunt's house, spending the evening there while Derek is out and Mavis working. She whistles happily to herself as she reads, the book recommended by Twilight and therefore relevant to her interests.

The lights in the living room flicker as she whistles. Out, then back on, then out again. Kit yells for her aunt.] Aunt Xzana!

[She holds onto her book, standing in the dark.]

days 6 to 9

[calmbeforethe]

day 6

Yesterday had been a whirlwind of activity. The picket lines were chaotic enough before - but yesterday's tax hike only made things worse. She'd come home with bruises along her arms - easily concealed, of course, by the right kind of dresses. She needs to take a day to rest, so that's what she's doing today. But a quiet day at home alone with her thoughts has her thinking of too many things that don't seem right...

day 7

On this day, Ororo is invited to lunch at Hightown by an old friend, Adalinda. It was meant to be a casual affair - just two friends catching up. But Ororo finds herself asking one too many questions. She was overheard, apparently, as on the way home later that afternoon, she is arrested. After a moment of resistance, she decides to go quietly - the fact that she was being arrested at all meant they were hiding something. Perhaps she'll find answers at the police. Feel free to witness - after all, someone has to tell her family if she doesn't get her one phone call!

day 8

A day at the slammer. There are others in with her, and the cells are becoming claustrophobically crowded. She speaks only when spoken to. It's hard. She'd never really had a problem with small spaces before - she's lived in tiny houses all her life - but now...

day 9

After spending >24 hours in a small, cramped space, Ororo's finding her patience is at an end. When the Shift is lifted, the skies respond to her building emotions almost immediately. Clouds darken and the wind howls at her anger, her worry, her fear. Rain begins to fall, and soon a bolt of lightning strikes down the wall to her cell. Surprised, but feeling more alive than she has in a long time, she gathers her fellow prisoners - also coming into their own powers - out in a prison break. Once she's safely out, she heads straight for her family, not even bothering to hitch a ride - because once she breaks out into a run, the wind begins to lift her feet up into the sky - carrying her to the house she'd called home. Goddess help anyone who gets in her way.

[ day seven. ]

[inventings]

{ Addie already has a table for them at a place they both knew. With a present on the table meant for Ororo and the things for them ordered in advanced, she should be looking happy and excited for having a simple chat with a friend of hers.

Except instead there was a distracted look on her face as she waits, the look bordering on troubled. The usually upbeat woman is staying quiet for once, not attempting to strike up conversations with people. Maybe yesterday's events worried her or maybe something else was bothering the woman.

Not that she should focus on that. Here comes her friend! She hasn't seen her in -- years why did you leave me alone you jerk wait what -- since yesterday. The solemn expression is replaced with her trademark large grin as she stands up and rushes to her friend's side, all hugs and flurries of greetings. }

Oh, you're finally here. My dear, my dear it has been so long! { Clearly just got out of work as a PA or something snotty since she was still using her fake accent. } I hope you will like the gift I got just for you! It took me forever to deliberate but I do believe you will enjoy this little package of mine.

[windandrain]

Day 6-8

[Things have been rather hectic lately, and it's led Saori to quite a few sleepless nights, tossing and turning next to her wife. The night before had been particularly bad, so bad that when she rolled out of bed she had trouble focusing on anything in particular except the family portraits on her nightstand. There she was, with Yuuna on one side, and Hinata and Neji seated in front of them. The man beside Saori didn't seem to fit in with the rest of the group though. Barnaby's light hair and eyes contrasted sharply with the others darker features. Blinking again, she shook her head and grumbled. That just didn't add up, and it made her wonder how it'd never come up before.

Normally she'd just shrug that off, but today something felt different. Maybe it was the stress Father had been putting on her in Barnaby's absence, or maybe it was the trouble with Neji and Sasuke and Bulla. Or something else. Either way, she just didn't feel like letting it go...]

[Throughout the next few days, she quietly began reexamining quite a few things in her life, quietly wondering why it all failed to fit together anymore. Something wasn't right, and it wasn't just with her life. The police she noticed were far, far more active than they should've been, with people getting taken left and right. That never sat well with her, but...what could she do to stop it?

Still, it was beginning to become clear that all was not well in Luceti Valley, and that gave her quite a lot to chew on.]

Day 9

[Today, things are completely different. Saori wakes up to the boom of a sudden thunderstrike just outside her window, the blast echoing throughout the house. Rushing to the window, she's startled to find that the Hyuuga compound is surrounded by a storm that seems to stop at the edge of the property. Strange...

Things got stranger when she went outside and found the storm following her, and even...oddly enough...obeying her commands. It was enough to get the police to come badger her, a meeting that ended with violence. Throughout the morning, things became clearer. She had power, and reflexes and skills that she couldn't remember learning, and there was something that needed doing, invaders that needed to be thrown back. With that in mind she sets off with her wife and siblings to go fight back against these intruders. After all, with their talents and people needing help, what else could they do and still call themselves decent people? No, the answer there was quite clear, something had to be done about this. And somewhere, deep down? Saori had a hunch about who was responsible, and how this had to end for everyone to go back to their normal lives...]

[sun_showers]

[Saori had come home to tell her about these invaders. Yuuna had her own strange occurrences that morning, waving her hand just the right way caused a gush of wind to push a bunch of papers off the table, and she'd even managed to break an electronic here and there with some kind of strange power she had- and she didn't know why.

Regardless, she's going with Saori. She'll do whatever she needs to to help her wife combat whatever comes at them, because she now knows there's just something horribly wrong and she can't put her finger on it. And these policemen...they're part of the problem, kidnapping people it almost seemed like, some of their friends have gone missing. She's grabbed one of the normal swords from the house, part of a collection they had. But Yuuna kept this one sharp, as it was her favorite, even if she only looked at it from time to time. Who knew she'd need to use it.]

[And with that sword, she helps fight off some of these bastards, the ones that attacked her lover, sword flashing and reflexes coming out of nowhere that she had no idea that she had. Exhausted from the fight, she finds herself flopping herself down on the grass, her back up against Saori's for support, covered in blood and breathing heavily.]

Dear, we just killed more policemen than half of those horror movies I've watched. Do you see all this? How'd we do that?

[misterbrief]

Day 7-8

[It's been a nice week, but he's up again early in the morning, his wife fast asleep next to him. It suddenly hits him how strange it is that she's just...so much younger than him. Something he didn't really ever think about. And he's not really one to just go after girls twenty years younger. And...isn't it strange that Bulla is so old for his wife being so young? The year difference suddenly doesn't make sense to him.

On Day 7 he goes to the local tavern to get a drink to think about it. It eats at him, and he doesn't understand why. In fact, he's had a few too many...and he doesn't understand how he just drank almost twenty beers until he finally felt something. Humans normal people aren't supposed to be able to do that without feeling horribly sick. But yet he's only beginning to feel a little drunk? What's with that?

On Day 8 he can be found all over town, keeping to himself mostly. One place he'll be is Historic Luceti, taking a walk around and trying to collect his thoughts, just looking like something is really bothering him. He'll return to his office later that day, until finally returning home.]

Day 9

[On Day 9 he's back at work. He walked to work that morning, needing the time to himself. It's normal until he rips the door handle out of his office door. After that fiasco in the office, he's out and about in Luceti- noticing the police activity was at an all time high, some of his own workers have gone missing in the last few days and with all the ruckus, well...he's not sure what's going on anymore but he knows there's something horribly wrong around here. He ends up punching a cop out or two who might be harassing one of the Lucetians, and by punching them out it's more like sending them through the wall of the nearest building, which is going to get him into a lot of trouble. He will also be found fighting cops on his own after the initial engagement, as they are trying to bring him into the station for detainment.]

Day 9

[goldenglasses]

[Lucetians being harassed by the police? Vash doesn't even register his "brother" as being across the street as he turns the corner with a few cops in hot pursuit, yet the look on the man's face has little to no concern on it. Running from these cops seemed almost - natural?

The three chasing after him yell for Vash to stop.] No way! I'm not going to your creepy station! I haven't even done anything yet!

[He turns to yell this at them as he crosses the street. Vegeta better watch out or he's going to get a face full of Vash in just a second.]

[tickle_me]

[day 6]

[Rebecca is one of the first people to get thrown in jail today. But not for questioning the reality of Luceti Valley, no. Instead, she's incarcerated for a much more mundane reason: getting into a fight with a fellow worker at the textile factory.

Her time behind bars, however, gives her a little too much time to think about the many ways her life suddenly seems wrong. (Funnily enough, being in jail isn't one of them.) A conversation borne out of boredom with a guard where she blithely insults the filthy conditions of a supposedly new police station ends up lengthening her stay to an overnighter. Not that she remembers that.]

[day 7]

[Her scuffle the day before with a worker has resulted in Rebecca being banned from the factory for about a week. Angered at being denied a week's worth of wages and still feeling unsettled by...something, Rebecca wanders around Luceti. In Hightown she'll probably be staking out places or people that she can pickpocket money or valuables from; when she's tired of that she can be found drowning her worries at the bar. Because as shitty as her current life is, she dislikes these feelings of doubt even more. Doubt is weakness, and Rebecca Brown can't afford weakness.

(...but why does she feel that way...)

[day 8]

[For a moment, Rebecca thinks that she spent the night in jail again, and an unpleasant one at that, involving being beaten by multiple officers and possibly raped. But she wakes up in her own bed in the shack that she and Nic call home. Was it all a dream? Huh. Still, there do seem to be more cops out and about today. She'll curtail her thievery, do her best to look/act like a respectable citizen, and focus on getting legit temp jobs instead. If there's one thing that does feel uncomfortably familiar, it's that sense of police-related paranoia -- a mindset where law enforcement is undoubtedly the enemy.]

[day 9]

[Rebecca smells blood in the air and it's making her restless.

As she goes about her day, she ends up fingering the switchblades she's got concealed in her pants pockets, one on either side of her. But the knowledge that she's armed with her trusty blades doesn't reassure her as much as it used to. It's not that she's lost the confidence or will to use them. Rather, they don't feel like hers anymore...despite having had them for at least ten years now.

Perhaps this is why she feels compelled to potentially save your character from a confrontation with a policeman-cultist trying to apprehend them somehow. It's less about your well-being, and more about trying to prove to herself that she's not going crazy. And, okay -- maybe she's looking for a decent fight, too.]

Day 8

[endgames]

[Things have been weird lately, to say the least. In the back of his head, Shikamaru Harukawa knows he should mind his own beeswax - every inch of common sense is warning him to stay away from this. He has a family to protect, after all, and there's been enough scares in the family the last two days.

Something else, deeper inside of him, says he has to keep his ear to the ground. No running this time. If something's happening, he needs to find out what no matter how risky it is. More than that, he finds himself swelling with some confidence he never knew he had, assuring him that not only does he have to start digging, but that he can. That he can without tipping anyone off, because he's a cautious guy.

And he decides to start with Rebecca.

Rebecca isn't a woman he knows well - technically they're co-workers at the Textile Factory, but he didn't speak with her often. And yet somehow, she's one of the few faces he can connect with a name. He wasn't at the factory for the incident tat got her removed, but there's been plenty of talk about it since then. He's noticed how people tend to act, whenever her names comes up. The way they watch some of them.

He finds her address the old-fashioned way: with a phonebook. In the mid-afternoon, before his shift starts, Shikamaru knocks on the door to Rebecca's home.]

[goldenglasses]

First few days.

[Vash doesn't pick up right away that somethings about his life may not be as they should. He's too busy being in love with Fluttershy and being concerned with having enough money for food each day.

Slowly though thoughts start invading his mind. Nightamres: a church he's terrified to enter, space, and there's a smiling blue haired man. Then there's the image of a happy child he can't get out of his head. It's too small to be any of the kids from the orphanage, so why does he feel so strongly that he must find the baby?

Noah. He has to find Noah. He doesn't know why, but it's a thought he can't just ignore. He makes the mistake of even stopping by the police station to see if the baby shows up on a missing poster that he might have seen in passing. They help him out by sticking him in a room for a little bit. Not that will learn him any.

Find Vash wandering around historic Luceti as memories pick at his brain. Being chased by police at random times in various of places. For some reason he's really good at losing pursuers. The strike and the zoo to check out the new animal. Pretty much just anywhere as he's having more and more trouble lately sitting still.]

Day 10

[As fighting breaks out Vash isn't really sure who to help. All he know for sure is that he doesn't trust the police and eventually he does pick up a gun and is shocked by just how natural it feels in his hand. He'll be helping those who want to avoid the police, but is for the most part trying to stay out of the fighting if he can. He'll be checking on family members and those people who care about (aka - anyone he's even met in passing) to make sure they're alright.]

At the zoo

[fierybluebird]

[Speaking of new animals at the zoo...]

[The peacock seems to stalking Vash.]

[Seriously.]

[Quick, get rid of it!]

Chirp?

[You're that dude with the donut obsession. Sort of a friend of Nami's, right? The one who looked after the baby when your friends left! Come on! He knows you.]

[Ahhh it's no good. How can he get anyone to remember things when he can't talk?]

[shenevermisses]

Day 6

[It starts simply enough.

It's supposed to be a game. Testing her new fiancé. Every guy knows it's coming. Clove smiles at Cato while (she's sure) boring him with ideas for the wedding.]

Do you remember where we had our first date?

[Only once she's asked him does she realize...

She doesn't know either.

A few hours later she is going through her family's house in a calm-panic searching for photo albums. Her memories seem a little... off. A little hazy. She just needs a few reminders, she tells herself.]


Day 7 & 8

[Clove isn't loud about it, but things are starting to feel jarring. She doesn't remember exactly how she met all her friends, and she tries to be subtle about probing them for information.

Is something wrong in her mind? It's possible, isn't it? There have been a lot of people who haven't been well lately.

She has nightmares, too. Horrors that wake her up screaming but that she can't explain once she's awake. A hornet's nest not yet taken care of, for example, makes her go rigid and back away very, very slowly.

At one point, asleep on the living room couch, one of the kitchen knives -- a small but sharp one -- is on the coffee table within arm's reach.]


Day 9

[Clove stole a knife from home. She carries it as she walks the streets. As she watches the violence.

Woe to the first policeman who tries to stop her. Because he grabs her from behind, and she turns on him with a ferocity not due a well-bred socialite. She stabs him several times... until he doesn't get up again.

And that... Well. That only makes all Hell break loose.]

[amonglions]

Day 6
[Booker DeWitt is a little less than alright at the moment. His daughter has been arrested for attempting to release Robert and then causing some kind of scene? He isn't sure whats going on now but his visit to Robert tomorrow will be a horrible one.

Right now he's nursing a nasty head-wound from where the police knocked him to pursued him to cease his attempts to make them let go of his daughter. It was the kinder of the options, otherwise Booker would be right there with her.

Booker doesn't give up there - goes to the station and raises all kind of hell before being threatened with a cell of his own if he didn't turn around and go back home.

Booker, reluctantly, does so. But he feels a gnawing sense of ...someething being wrong that Elizabeth has planted. Both her and Robert.

He goes to the bar, needing the alcohol desperately and contemplates things. Mostly just feels guilty for leaving Elizabeth.]

Day 7

[Hungover, pissed as he can possibly get and trying to ignore how wrong everything seems - Booker pays a visit to Robert.

It doesn't go well.

He leaves the asylum bleeding from his nose with his head ringing and phantom memories playing through his mind and it's....so painful just catching glimpses of this life he doesn't know and yet...does.

He sits down on a bench - tries to stem the bleeding and can't help but wonder why this is happening to him.

Maybe he's going crazy too.]

Day 8 to 9

[He will be accompanying and aiding Robert and Elizabeth in both escaping the asylum and fighting the good fight. If you'd like a thread on those days with Booker - feel free to hit me up here!]

Night 8

[tearmeanewone]

Dad...

[Elizabeth has dark circles under her eyes, she's barely slept the past three days. Too paranoid, too scared of what she's thinking and remembering. But she's so tired of being scared and worrying if the police are coming after her.]

[It's time she went after them.]

[And she needs one person behind her, her father and no one else.]

[She finds him in his room, looking tired but still determined. Elizabeth is completely done with this situation.]

Dad I can't do this anymore. I've been afraid for almost three days, people are being arrested in the street...

[contentwithoutcommand]

Days 6-8

[David Long does something he has never done before. He gives himself time off.

He tells himself -- and believes it -- that he merely needs rest after Cato woke him up twice in one night screaming. Both times, David stayed awake and with his son until the young man fell back asleep.

So, by the time he's at the zoo on the 7th, he looks tired.


He tries to get some work done from home on the 8th, paying visits to a few business contacts and mostly just trying to treat himself.

When out at the restaurant for brunch, he discovers he has a peculiar distaste for iced tea -- a usual staple of his -- and instead craves hot tea.


David spends most of the 9th at home. Cato is only getting worse, and he's trying to both help his son and protect his daughter from seeing too much. And... well. The threat is growing that something in town isn't right.

People are being taken by the police. It might be some kind of mass illness. That's... actually the kindest of all the options he can come up with.


When things really get insane on the 10th, David finds himself pulled into the fight against the police. Not particularly because he ever wanted to be involved...

But Cato got involved.

So, he's surrounded by trouble, only wanting to protect his family. Even if for some reason it makes less sense every second.

His weapon? His grandfather's ceremonial sword always kept under glass in the family home.

...Somehow it's as sharp as if it were used a week ago. And he's deadly with it.]