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.

Comments

[misterbrief]

It's...quite alright. [He doesn't look in the greatest mental shape either. Probably better than David right now, but not great.]

Have a seat. Was there a concern you came up with since our last little talk? [He can't really think of what he could possibly be concerned with, but his concentration isn't all on the project right now.]

[contentwithoutcommand]

[In a way, David simply did not want to be alone with his own thoughts... or worry about burdening his children with them. The business deal... It's a convenient excuse.]

Abigail-- [He stops. Blinks. Shakes his head.

That's not right. His wife's name is...]

--Gwen and I were discussing it over dinner. She mentioned... [What was it? He'd known a moment ago, but now the conversation was foggy.

He shut his eyes, trying to think.]

--God help me. I'm more tired than I thought. All this way, and... I can't remember a damn word of what she said.

[misterbrief]

[That causes an eyebrow to raise, but nothing more. Outwardly, at least. Inwardly he's wondering. Is David also experiencing the same problems? He wouldn't be alone.]

It seems like you can't even get your own wife's name straight. [It's said curtly, lashing out due to his own frustrations with his reality. It's not right of him and he knows it, but he doesn't care. However, he dismisses his own comment with a wave of his hand.] I'm sure she questioned the mere possibility of being able to condense a vehicle into something so tiny. I would too, if I were anyone with half a brain. I did at first, until I saw it with my own two eyes.