Event Log - Level One

[lucetimods]

Who: Everybody
What: Lucetians reverted back to level one!
When: Well. Now. Right away. It ends on the 25th, so chop chop.
Where: In Luceti. You think you guys are getting out of here after that stunt you just pulled?
Summary: Well. So sometimes the Malnosso actually do legitimate experiments that aren't heaped in heavy plot. This is one of those times. Look, just go read the mod post, would you?
Rating: P for Prologue-licious.

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ALSO, all the journals will be completely wiped clean for the duration of this event. Nothing prior to this log will appear on the journals until after the 25th. So good luck figuring things out!

Comments

[greenjacketed]

Ah, that was a question worth asking: "What town is it, lass?"

[prims]

"Luceti. At least - that's the name of the enclosure." As far as she knew.

[greenjacketed]

"Luceti," he repeated the name -- brow furrowed. "Don't sound Indian."

[prims]

"Indian?" Like from India? That'd been a while ago, for him, hadn't it? "Well, no. I don't know what it is. Malnossan, maybe." She'd never even considered it before. What was their country, their continent? This world?

[greenjacketed]

"Indian--" he confirmed. "Thought it don't look much like India, neither. Christ," he swore openly. Perhaps unabashedly. "My sergeant'll have me tied to the posts for this."

[prims]

"I don't think it is," Prim admits, shrugging helplessly. She's not certain about how India might look, really. Hot. Not like this. "I don't think you have to worry too much about that, though. I mean - I don't think anyone like that is here. You're your own person."

[greenjacketed]

A shake of his head.

"I took the king's shilling, darling. The army bloody well owns me."

[prims]

"They're not here, I mean." She's used enough to the idea of some powerful organization owning those within or under them. ...Even before Luceti. "The army, I mean."