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

[sun_showers]

"No, they were sleazy, not violent. I was fine. I know you're protective of me, so maybe it's good that you weren't around. I'm afraid you might of killed a few of them for being especially rude!" She pats Saori's hair, running her hand through it.

"I don't know, maybe he uses a really expensive shampoo. Or maybe it's a wig. I think she's got a wig on, that hair is too styled to be anything else. I mean, it just looks fake, don't you think?"

[windandrain]

Smiling sweetly, she catches Yuuna's hand and pulls it down, giving it a kiss. "It's probably good, you're right."

She considers the movie for a moment, the actresses hair in particular.

"It looks like it's made of plastic. Hair shouldn't look like that..."

[sun_showers]

"Plus it's kind of ugly." She sticks her tongue out at it. She knows it's just part of the character's fake persona, but still. "Couldn't they of picked a better hairstyle? Promise me you'll never do your hair like that, okay? I'll never forgive you if you do!"

[windandrain]

"Why...would I do that?" Saori looks to Yuuna, then back at the screen. "I'm not blond, or a sex-fiend. That's something only an American would want..."

[sun_showers]

"I guess I didn't think about that. They are sort of gross, aren't they? I wonder if McDonald's will take over their country, or Wal-Mart. Or both. Then they can be large and in charge, to say the least." Well, she thinks it's a funny joke.

[windandrain]

"Who, Americans? Or blond sex-fiends?" Saori looks a bit puzzled.

[sun_showers]

That makes her start giggling. "Americans dear, blond sex-fiends live everywhere! And who'd want to have sex with some six-hundred pound woman?"

[windandrain]

"I guess you're right. There are blond sex-fiends in every country. And disgustingly fat women too. But I think if this one didn't have the hair she'd look...decent?"