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september mini-event log
All's Well That Ends Well Summer's officially drawing to a close in the city of Recollé. Students and faculty alike begin to prepare for classes to resume. Vacations come to a close and stories are shared among co-workers. The amount of beachgoers lessens which each day and the nights start to become a little cooler as the leaves slowly change color. Unreality is kept at bay for now. But that doesn't mean the city's entirely back to normal... I. It's a beautiful day and many citizens in the city are embracing their last days of freedom. With a long weekend ahead of them, several people pack up and head back down to the beach to welcome the ocean home and partake in the annual End of Summer party. Much like July's celebration, Peach Beach is the place to be for food, fun and sun. The food trucks are back (and seriously, is this the only action they get?) and the stage is set up for musical and theatrical performances. Soak up some rays and spend the day with your friends, and don't forget to take advantage of the end of summer deals on the boardwalk. However, the party doesn't get too far before there's the sound of a something soaring through the air. One by one, beachgoers will notice several boats falling straight from the sky and down into the ocean creating huge waves that crash against the shore. Tour boats, sailboats, and even a houseboat will plummet down into the water, miraculously avoiding crushing any swimmers. Make way, everyone: the boats are back and they're making a splash. II. Perhaps you're new to the Retrospec network and you've spent the last couple of days trying to remove the persistent app. Or perhaps you've been a part of this group for a while and you're currently filled with dread bracing yourself for whatever will inevitably come this month. It's not a bad assumption to make and though it may seem as though all things are normal for once, it all starts with an innocent text message. From an unknown number, all users will receive a picture message along with a smiley face. Though there's no name or message attached to it, several users may know exactly where this came from. Try as you might, replying to the text message won't work. No matter how many messages you send, the last half of these messages are unknowingly sent out to various Retrospec users. Likewise, you may receive other out of context messages from other users experiencing the same weird effects. Well that's inconvenient, isn't it? III. You know, texting can be considered overrated. Why text when you can settle for good old-fashioned face to face communication? With several new faces in the city and the autumn season beginning to settle in, there are plenty of places to go and people to see to unplug for a while. Now that all of the monsters are gone things seem to run smoothly as you go about your daily business. While there's some debris left around the city, the buildings are all in one piece and NPCs seem to be as oblivious as always. It may be unnoticeable at first. After all, how many people look above their own head? Not many. At any given moment unprompted and unannounced, a gray wispy cloud appears overhead displaying any thoughts you may not wish to share with the public. While the thought bubble won't remain at all times, it will pop up on and off throughout the month of September changing messages and even changing color when speaking to someone face to face. Think your professor's talking too much? Want to ask out that cute barista? Good thing they can read all about it! IV. Even with the embarrassing texts and thoughts, this appears relatively tame by Recollé standards. Maybe the effects of unreality really did mess things up and the team's too focused on fixing it. Or, perhaps, this month's twist is a small one in comparison to the temporal storm of August. On the other hand, it wouldn't be Recollé if things weren't a little more physical, now would it? Settling back into everyday life, users will find that things seem more vibrant now. Sights are brighter, smells are more savory, and sound is sharper than ever. Sound has become so loud, in fact, it's almost as if the sound waves have taken on a life of their own. No matter where you go or what you do, sound will make itself present in new and interesting ways. Musical notes will float out of your mouth as you sing along to your favorite song. Glaringly red jagged lines wind themselves around the feet of someone being yelled at. Storm clouds follow and drench someone who's crying. Hearts rise up in the air like bubbles and pop into small showers of confetti with every expression of love. Sound is fluid and expression is free; there seems to be zero limits to what shape the noise will take. What are you doing today, Retrospecters? You may find yourself dealing with one, two, or all three of these strange phenomenons. BONUS. Over in Tisse, the Retrospec building is as sturdy as ever. Several of you know by now that there is more to this building than meets the eye, but even with the map in-hand it's impossible to navigate anywhere the building does not wish for you to explore. Today, the doors to Retrospec are open to anyone interested in visiting. The lobby appears to be empty as usual and the receptionist desk in the center of the lobby is completely abandoned. Surrounding the desk, however, are several items. In fact, these are all items Retrospec users bought from Jim Halloway's wedding registry during July's bingo game. Several of these items are useful, such as his and her towels or silverware, but other items seem outlandish or useless such as meme t-shirts, rubber ducks, and other assorted odds and ends. A stack of thank you cards sit on the receptionist's desk but it appears they have not been started yet. Although none of the rooms are available for entry, underneath the television mounted on the wall sits a DVD clearly labeled "for educational purposes only." Should anyone put on the DVD, they will find a variety of clips from events from the last several months. Strangely there does not appear to be anything from the nine groups that were split between reality and unreality. It's a nice review of the year so far, isn't it? Perhaps it's time to explain to some new users just what this world is truly capable of. Welcome to ![]() |
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The first clue that something wasn't exactly right was the cat. Fang was perched on the back of the couch, fluffy tailtip twitching as if in thought. He was staring down at something intently, and only looked up when he heard Lucy's footsteps. The cat made a loud mrow to get her attention, and then resumed staring. Human, there's something in his spot. Human, fix it.
Lucy stopped, blinking sluggishly at the cat and the couch. When did that blanket get over there?
...why was it so lumpy?
Both Minako's and Freya's doors were closed, the TV wasn't on, hell—the remote was still across the room. They couldn't have fallen asleep watching TV or reading books.
Eyes narrowed, Lucy quietly walked back to the umbrella holder by the front door, picked up one of the baseball bats there, and returned to the living room. She didn't raise it, though. The air around her shimmered, and two vectors curled over her shoulders. They reached all six feet from the doorway to the couch, grabbed onto the blanket—
—and dumped the lump onto the floor.]
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Oh what the hell, what happened?!
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And froze before the bat made it to her shoulder when the lump started to speak.]
Luna?
[What.]
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[Lumina blinked at her several times, reaching up to shove her hair back out of her face, and then just glared.]
What did you do that for?!
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Thought you were a burglar or something. How'd you get in here?
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Your door wasn't locked.
[Not her fault, Lucy!]
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Ugh.
Lucy grumbled a little, shifting from foot to foot before she turned, leaning the bat against a potted plant as she made her way to the kitchen again.]
Coffee first.
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I like mine with cream and sugar.
[Said the thirteen year old...]
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Creamer's in the fridge.
[It's a fairly standard fridge if Luna looks. There's a quart of creamer, one of actual (unspoiled) milk, some orange juice, leftovers in various containers, ever-present cupcakes...
...there's also a conspicuous number of olive jars in there.]
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You got like an olive fetish or something?
[She asked as she set the creamer down on the table, letting the fridge door close behind her.]
I mean who needs five bottles of olives? Nobody even likes olives.
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She glowered over her shoulder at her sister while pointedly jabbing the on button.]
It's none of your business.
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Olive fetish it is, then.
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They kick you out?
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Kinda. They called my social worker and said they want me gone. Figured probably shouldn't sleep there tonight.
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[Lucy didn't ask if they had a reason. Most shitty foster parents went in the same shitty category, with equally shitty justifications.
As the percolator gurgled away, the cat reappeared, all 15 longhaired pounds of him. That sound meant there was someone in the kitchen to pester for breakfast and the cat strolled right in.
Fang did stop about three feet away from Luna, tail still curled into a question mark. New person! Friendly person?]
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[The younger Takada turned towards the sound of light footsteps, spotting the cat. Hm.]
You never struck me as the pet type, Lucy.
[She said as she leaned her hand down towards the floor to see if the animal would come over.]
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Lucy was watching carefully, on the off chance Fang decided he didn't like this human and got hissy. Or Luna was mean to him. Both things failed to happen.]
Never had time for it before.
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[Once the cat startled nuzzling her, Luna reached out to try and pick him up. She had something of an affinity for cats.]
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[The cat didn't resist in the slightest at being picked up, readjusting his paws under himself and curling his tail in front of his feet to form a contented Maine Coon(ish) loaf.
Lucy's paranoia was soothed enough that she finally looked away, fetching a nondescript coffee mug from the cupboard—and another after a moment, in case Luna was serious.]
Animals don't care about what's on your papers.
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[The cat gets a scratch on the head, at least, as Luna settles him in her lap.]
Yeah. Pretty much way better than people, aren't they.
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[That's okay, cat will also accept pets. He started purring right as he was set down and his ears got a scratch, butting his head towards Luna's hand.
Lucy poured out a cup of coffee, paused, and blinked sleepily. She set the carafe back down halfway through and turned towards the cabinet again, thoughtlessly taking the half-full coffee mug with her. Not with a physical hand, though. A nearly transparent ghostlike hand had snaked out of her back and curled its fingers around the handle, carrying it just like a hand. Lucy didn't seem to notice in the slightest, ruffling through the things in the cabinet for the sugar.]
Someone going to come looking for you?
[The coffee mug was still floating in midair, steaming innocuously.]
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[Luna had looked up from the cat to watch that hand, that...ghost hand?...come out of Lucy and pick up a coffee mug. Because What.]
Lucy. What...what is that?
[She managed to stammer out, suddenly hugging the poor cat a bit tightly.]
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The other actual human in this equation wasn't nearly as reasonable. Lucy leaned back out of the cabinet with a scowl on her face and a plastic tub of Dominos sugar in her (physical) hand.]
What, you don't like this sugar now?
[The coffee mug was still floating there.]
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Floaty ghost hand!
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She stared at it stupidly, blinking slowly, and then just. Grabbed it. The now mug-less vector floated in midair for several moments before vanishing, blending back into the transparent air.]
...that's mine.
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I'm sorry for the slow.
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crap I had this ready all day and never hit post
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