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

[ablankpage]

[Robert turns his head to look at her, his teal eyes narrowed slightly.]

It's a little late for that.

Minor auditory hallucinations caused by... circumstances I understood... have become visual and auditory hallucinations. They are becoming harder and harder to distinguish from what is tangible.

Before long, I'm afraid it will spread to sense of touch.

[He was no psychiatrist, but he could imagine his own progress, his own slide into utter madness.]

[mothergoose]

[For the moment she at least thinks she's supposed to be one, and that's clear to her as well. She shakes her head.]

No. This is not right.

[She's not even looking at him now, talking more to herself. Before straitening herself and glancing over.]

Give me a day. I will see what I can do. Until then, remain quiet and do not make a fuss.

[ablankpage]

[He looks at her, studies her intently, and then... bow his head slightly:]

Thank you.