Post-Event Blues

[lucetimods]

Who: Everybody, everybody!
What: The battle is won. Now what?
When: The eleventh, twelfth, and onward
Where: Luceti
Summary: With Zompano dead and the cultists routed, Luceti is restored. Kind of.
Rating: F for Feels

On the eleventh, things were slowly breaking down. Memories of their true lives were breaking through. The village, scarred by the battle with the cultists, began to rebuild itself. Community buildings that had vanished were returned to their rightful places. The battle dome was uncovered from the earth that had covered it. Hundreds and hundreds of fake homes slowly faded away. Paved roads gave way to trees and grass. It was an incredible sight for anyone who was willing to sit aroun and watch it happen.

Things wouldn't be easy for the villagers, though. The memories perpetuated by the last ten days would not be easily removed. The feelings and hatreds it had created would take time to conquer and remove. Perhaps, in a way, that was Zompano's nastiest trick of all. The village itself may heal from his invasion, but it would take far more than a few Shifts to fix the people left behind.

Towards the end of the day, their wings returned. Much like some of the buildings, they seemed to just reappear, as if they had never been gone. Their barcodes became visible again as a singular reminder that they were, ultimately, just the property of another entity who as a whole were not much better than Count Zompano.

By the twelfth, the village looked as though nothing had ever happened. Sure, the contents of buildings might have been messed up or destroyed during the battles, but things were otherwise as they were supposed to be. The night before, people would have had to find their old beds to go sleep in, as they no longer possessed the old ones granted to them in another life.

The village was peaceful.

Modly Note: That wraps up the event. As noted in the prose above, you have the option to play up the after effects of the event more than in other ones. While it won't have the same impact universally, the Shift was constructed in such a way that people may have difficulty shaking off the emotions they developed during the event. In effect, it was a cruel send off to Luceti so they would have to deal with the loathing and hatred that came with the less desirable parts of it. Of course, that means the feelings of familial bonds will also persist for awhile as well. It's up to you, as players, to decide how much or little to play with it!

Comments

[magicalesbian]

[Sob her pride is ruined... but oh, that. You'd think she'd sound offended by the nickname, but by now she's so acclimated to it she just responds seriously.]

...no. If you call me Bubblegum like this and when I'm Hoshikyo, that's practically asking for people to figure out my identity.

[Aaaand then crossing her arms.]

And besides. That'd be a terrible nickname. What part of me even looks like Bubblegum right now? That sounds way too flashy for a plain girl like me.

[alloys]

So, what am I supposed to call you instead? [ He looks at her for a moment, like a puzzle he's trying to piece together. ] Something ordinary. Like...Mushroom.

[ Yeah, that's terrible and he knows it. ]

[magicalesbian]

.............

[It's so weird she doesn't even know how she's supposed to feel about it.]

I have a real name, you know. You could just use that.

[Though it occurs to her that outside this past week, he's probably never used her real name before.]

[alloys]

...Right.

[ And he feels like of weird using it now, knowing he had used it when she was his daughter.

Or as he was supposed to think she was, anyway. ]

Might consider it.

[magicalesbian]

...or how about my last name? I mean, I'm probably gonna use yours since calling you "Tony" would just be... weird.

[It sounds like a nickname already and that's just too familiar. What's it short for anyway? Antonio? English names are weird.]

[alloys]

No thanks, I'm not really a last-name kind of guy.

[ His is absolutely short for Antonio, by the way. ]

[magicalesbian]

Suit yourself I guess.

[...]

But seriously, if you call me something like Mushroom, I'm going to have to call you Mister Starch. Or something like that.

[alloys]

I'm not at my nicknaming best at the moment. Give me some time. [ He could definitely do better than Mushroom. ]

[magicalesbian]

Well, then I await your decision, Mr. Starch.

[It's kinda grown on her now, if the grin on her face is any indication. Though that's probably because the auto-translation from Japanese to English for Tony doesn't showcase how truly ridiculous the name Starchy-san actually sounds to her.]

[alloys]

Hanging on my every breath, hm? [ He's starting to sound like he's drifting again. ]

[magicalesbian]

Mhmm.

[She can tell. And even lowers her voice accordingly, though she's not entirely aware she's doing it.]

So don't keep me waiting too long, okay? Get yourself back up to snuff so you can think of something good.

[alloys]

[ His eyes close, but he's still awake, if only just. ]

Don't worry. I won't disappoint you this time.

[magicalesbian]

[...is he still talking about the nickname? Huh. It wasn't that serious-business.]

Aw, don't let it bother you. Just get some rest, okay?

[alloys]

[ He may or may not be. It's hard to keep things straight in his mind. ]

Roger that.