luministi

grimmjerk.livejournal.com

[a quick audio transmission, a few seconds at most:]

"--rrent magnitude of SN 1987A?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

***

[a few hours later there is another, a bit longer in duration:]

"What was the number you lost?"

"Fuck you!"

***

[half an hour later:]

"How will you win now that you are weak?"

"...shut up. Just shut up."

***

[and now, a transmission that doesn't end, mainly because he doesn't have the fingers necessary to turn off the CAT.

this is propped up against the front door of his house - only minus the jacket, because he never did get it back.

the plushie seems to have an expression of fury, clenching and unclenching its little mitten hands into fists]

wind-of-reason.livejournal.com

[Private text message to Mister Braxiatel.]

Mister Braxiatel, when you were going through the law books I brought to you a few weeks ago, did you happen across anything about capital punishment?
(And although we were under the amnesia at the time, I hope that you were able to return or renew the books before they became due.)

[ooc: relevant link]

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[Private message to Sheriff Iussus.]

Sheriff, if I may have a moment. I was wondering if you have had opportunity to begin investigating the unusual happenings that the new residents have experienced, which I mentioned to you in our interview at the end of last month.
You did say that once the murderer was found that you'd investigate the matter more thoroughly.
Also, I'd like to know if you've experienced a sudden increase in missing persons reports since the weekend. The town seems a little... less busy than usual.

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[Private message to Ms Audrey Ardes.]

[bows] Ms Ardes, we only met briefly once before during the opening of the greenhouse, but may I offer you my condolences over the events of the past month.
If you feel agreeable to it, I would like to hear more about the life of Mister Ardes, as well as Mister Bruno and Sheriff Teger, if you knew them well.

collector

[The CAT turns on without warning as Brax is trying to open his front door. He is fine, his half-amused smile settled easily. He doesn't show a sign of having lost to any of the questions, and he's holding two coins in one of his hands.]

[Then the hologram pops up, and Braxiatel loses all expression. If there is one word to describe him now, it's cold.]

[It is asking him this: What is inside your head?]

[Very, very quietly, Braxiatel speaks.] I'll take the penalty.

[He steps into the house. There is the mechanical click of joints as his hands close into fists, then open again. He drops his coins and a silver pen on the table, then sinks into a chair.]

wind-of-reason.livejournal.com

[When the CAT turns on, Fuu doesn't even notice because she's playing a crane game with an intense look of concentration upon her face. Nearly buried amid the adorable stuffed figures that fill the machine is a brown schoolbag, which Fuu is clearly aiming for.]

[The claw snags one of the handles of the bag, the crane moves up, and Fuu gives a small cry of happiness as her bag is deposited in the chute.]

At last. Thought I'd never get it. --Oh, and another one of these?

[Taking up her bag and the two coins she looks left and right. She then moves over to another game, this one with a pincushion nestled among the toys. Fuu tilts her head thoughtfully.]

It was Miss Sophie who lost the pincushion, right...

[Figuring that she wouldn't know how to play the game to get her item back, Fuu tries to start the game with her CAT so that she can retrieve the pincushion for her. But it won't work.]

What--?

[Moving down the line she tries a couple other machines. None work.]

Oh, I see. That's just mean.

Well, everyone, it seems that my CAT is on, so you just saw it. Apparently we must each come enjoy this arcade that the Mayor told us about.

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[Later, a message private to Verita, in text]
Miss Verita, something happened, didn't it? Please message back when you can, and... hang in there.

alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com

So, uh... I don't know if you guys remember our adventure down memory lane, but I have to say it wasn't exactly fun. Thanks for dealing with me back then, guys. I know I wasn't exactly the most talkative person around. [being purposefully vague! Observers can note that she's calmly eating lunch in what seems to be a pretty deserted place otherwise. ... Not that Cissie minds; it just gives her more privacy for this transmission.]

Also, while we're at it... Is anyone good at these puzzle games? All the doors I've encountered today are really fond of playing Sphinx with me. I'm okay at them, but I think even I'll have to travel down to the library if I want to get around town like a normal person.

... Not that anything "normal" ever happens around here.

arrowspride.livejournal.com

From one transmission to another, I see. Apparently this is the way this place works? [Dryly:] Fascinating.

But as this new one seems to have a bit of substance in it, I suppose I can let it slide.

To those who have been here far, far longer, a question from a, ah. New arrival.

Are things always this hectic here? [Okay, so maybe "hectic" is not the right word for it, but Uryuu wants it nice and short for his intro. TLDR can come later when people have gotten used to him :T]

fortune_sought

[it probably comes as no surprise to anyone who knows her that, when Sophie's CAT activates seemingly without her consent, it shows Sophie looking terribly annoyed] What do you mean by asking questions like this just to go in!? I have a headache, and I would like some tea, and you are going to open this door!

[she is standing outside the tearoom, her hands on her hips and definitely not a mood to deal with the hologram in front of her, currently displaying a trivia question: What is the name of the reptilian race that, by the 25th century, dominated a large portion of the galaxy matched only by their rival and sometimes enemy the Earth Empire?]

I have no idea what you're even referring to! Open the door! [grabs the knob, but the door doesn't budge. instead, an angry tone sounds to reveal to Sophie that she has answered incorrectly]

[she lets out a cry of frustration] Curses! Open!

[unfortunately, as she tries the knob again, another hologram appears, this time with the question: What is the name of the weapon that can both unlock all doors and people's hearts?]

[gapes] Whatever it is, it must be black magic indeed! Stop this nonsense and let me in!

[observers might be able to guess that she's been at this for a while. in fact, one by one, strands of her hair have been changing to orange yarn, though not enough to be easily visible yet. she's also about two inches shorter than she should be and her left foot is composed of fabric rather than skin. this is not a good day for Sophie]

irreversibly.livejournal.com

... Verita?

It's Xion. Um. You... The mayor made the news announcement today.

Are you okay?

[She has a really, really bad feeling about this.]

luministimods

[if anyone is near the town square, they might just notice the cloud of gas begin to dissipate. moments after it's gone, all CATs and vidscreens turn on, showing the black and white image of the mayor, but the smile on his face doesn't even come close to reaching his tired eyes. in the background, one can hear this song playing faintly.]

Greetings, citizens of Luministi. I have a few announcements I'd like to make this lovely Saturday afternoon on behalf of our very own Verita. First of all, our other dear friend, Dr. Resarci, is still on a leave of absence after what seems to be a horrible, stubborn cold struck him sometime last week. And during his well-deserved vacation, even! Probably all for the best he was unavailable and missed former Deputy Drew's execution late last night. My condolences to the families of his victims as well as to his own. Let us observe a moment of silence for our lost citizens.

[he bows his head, the music in the background ceasing while a moment passes in silence. as he looks up again, the music resumes playing]

Secondly, it seems the strange fog that has been hanging about the town has finally decided to move on, and just in time too! Our very own Janus Theatre will be showing double features on its outside screen every night for the next week as part of the celebration of the opening of its new arcade wing. Might want to bundle up, though. I have been informed that we are expecting an unusual cold front to be coming in. Might even see some frost on those lawns in the early morning if we are lucky. Highly unusual for this time of year! Why, I cannot remember--

[in the middle of his speech about the weather, the transmission on only the new residents' CATs cuts out suddenly, leaving the vidscreens still broadcasting the Mayor's rather boring announcement. a moment later, however, a new transmission begins with the Mayor yet again--but something seems wrong, from the disheveled state of his normally perfectly coiffed hair to the buttons of his shirt left undone, even the dark circles under his eyes that are normally covered with a judicious application of make-up. he isn't looking at the camera, nor does he have his normal piece of music on. instead, his eyes are focused on just below the sightline of the camera.]

This is one step too far... I knew hiring him would be a risk, but now this?! [he covers his face with one hand] Oh my poor little girl... I never should have--no, I'll make this right somehow. I never thought it would go like this. This isn't what I wanted! [he clutches a ragdoll of sorts to his chest]

[he falls silent for a long moment, and when he speaks again, his voice is calm and evenly measured] We need to find him. We need to tell--[he notices the camera is on at last]--has that been recording this entire--

[the new transmission cuts out only to be replaced with yet another. a third, but brief, transmission begins, showing the flickering image of what appears to be a grab machine or rather, a whole row of them. a voice exactly like the one heard in the phone booth before its destruction speaks:]

Find it before it's too late.

[and finally, both transmissions cease altogether just as the Mayor is wishing everyone a great day.]

( OOC: Plot Details )

finalwished

[the CAT activates to show a woman walking outside the East B townhomes. she is tall and slender, her hair a mixture of brown and gray. her lined face indicates that she is possibly in her mid-50s (the icons LIE), and she is wearing a sort of black uniform. she is clearly surprised by the activation of her CAT but looks calm otherwise]

Oh! Is this a communications device? I should have guessed! [smiles, amused] Then...hello. [her smile turns a bit awkward. she's not used to introducing herself to others] My name is Sara, and I've only just arrived here in...Luministi. Is there anyone who could tell me a bit more about this town? I've never been anywhere like it before!

[believe it or not, here is a new resident who is calm and possibly even cheerful about finding herself here. she smiles genuinely as she looks around her in wonder, making her way slowly down the path toward the town square]

thirdrobin.livejournal.com

[Stephanie's running through the streets, feet pounding desperately against the asphalt when she stumbles to a stop, looking around wildly]

What - what? Where...

[she's breathless, but her eyes flash with anger]

No. No, I was right there. I had...[she looks down, then, raising an empty hand, cursing at it] What the hell happened?

[that's when she hears the she sees the bike, our of the corner at her eye, coming at a downright frantic pace; in an instant, a handspring carries her out of the way, onto the sidewalk]

Woah. Since when can I do that?

bit_impossible

[when the Doctor's CAT turns on, he's making faces at himself in what appears to be a full-length mirror, and in the background are several other suits, ties--anything for the modern, well-dressed man, apparently. to his normal pinstripe suit, he's added a dark brown vest and is just adding a pearl tie pin to a blue cravat in this style. a change in fashion ideal isn't the only thing that's different. instead of his normal Estuary English accent, he's speaking a bit...differently, in what some may recognise as a standard RP accent.]

This is all terribly curious! New face, new hands--[touches his face now]--new nose and hair. But despite that, I don't remember regenerating. Perhaps a body swap...? No, no, no, with whom, though? I don't recognise this Time Lord otherwise, nor is his mind telling me anything I need to know. Not unless he's... Hmm. [makes a final face to himself, pays for his new wardrobe additions, and smiles as he heads outside.]

And never mind this town, of course! It's very...small-town New England, except that library across the square sticks out like a sore thumb! [a pause as he has a look around him, turning in a circle, the additional height somewhat advantageous] Actually, quite a lot about this town does when I really look at it. How odd...

Now I wonder where Lucie and the TARDIS have gotten to. Can't have gone far.

wind-of-reason.livejournal.com

[To all new residents AND Miss Verita]

Everyone, I could use a second, or third or fourth, mind on something.

I tried to follow up with the Mayor to see about getting an appointment - it's one of the last things I did before the gas. I got a message back from Miss Osculia, saying "due to an unexpected situation in town, the mayor is again tied up with ensuring the safety of the town and unable to make any further appointments this week".

Now, I hope I'm not over thinking it, but is that not strange? The regular residents don't seem concerned about the 'fog' at all, and the 'murder' is behind bars. I can't imagine that the loss of doctor Resarci rates so seriously.

Miss Verita, or anyone else, do you happen to have any idea of what this new 'unexpected situation' threatening the town might be?
Seeing as we're all currently residents here, whatever it is concerns us too.

wind-of-reason.livejournal.com

[Message to Mister Braxiatel.]

[Fuu looks exhausted and not-so-triumphant. She's walking up the road towards Luministi Gardens East, and dawn is breaking.]

Mister Braxiatel. I'm very sorry. I tried all night to blow the gas away. Maybe if I had Windam... But I don't, and even though I managed the magic, I couldn't do anything. There's just too much of it.

When I was working through the Town Square, I saw that the gas seems to be pouring out of the fountain there. It's very thick and fast, and all my work was undone quickly.
I tried clearing a small area and protecting it, but I can't maintain the magic indefinitely. Maybe, if I had my memories I'd be stronger... I just don't know.

[bitterly, under her breath] That 'doctor' Resarci--

[She's come to the buildings.]

I'm... very sorry. I'll be going to sleep now, but please contact me if ...I can be of any other assistance.

irreversibly.livejournal.com

Aah... Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!

[Good morning, Luministi. I hope you enjoy your wake-up call of an accidental video... of a spiky-haired boy freaking out. Except he doesn't think he's a he. He shouldn't be a he. He should be a she! She should be a she with black hair and blue eyes -- Well, she still has the blue eyes. And the round face. And the boyish body isn't too terribly unfamiliar but -- but but but that's not the point!

Xion is slapping and pulling on her face and tugging on and running her fingers through her hair, staring into the nearest reflective surface, which happens to be a window hanging on the wall. From where the CAT is sitting, the view of her face is visible, and, in the corner of the screen, so is the closet. There is no hooded black coat.]

I'm dreaming I'm dreaming I'm dreaming I have to be dreaming this is a dream. I'm dreaming I'm Sora. That's what this is. It's just a very, very, very realistic dream but it's not real at all because I'm me. Not Sora. I'm me. I'm me.

[... but if this is a dream... why isn't it like any of the others with Sora in them? Why hasn't she woken up yet? Where is she? This isn't like any other world she's been to before. Or any world that Sora's been to. Or... Or anything like that.]

It... doesn't feel like a dream.

wind-of-reason.livejournal.com

[Text to Miss Verita]
Miss Verita, how are you? I truly hope you're all right.
Listen, it's a bit hard to explain, but the fog that doctor Rescaci reported has done something to the memories of all the new residents.
It looks like one of the last things I did was encourage you to continue the investigation. Have you found anything new? It might help us out.

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[Video to Mister Arthur]
Mister Arthur, I did promise that I would let you know how I got on with the journals. As you might have seen in response to Mister Braxiatel's message, I can confirm everything he said. My journals also chronicle the same things.

Ah, there is something I must ask you though.
[She holds out a small slip of paper with a riddle printed on it and smiles kindly.]
Could you tell me what language is this in?

alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com

[In what is possibly the most useless C.A.T. transmission to date, Cissie is staring at ~~your soul~~ her C.A.T. No movements, no words... just lots and lots of staring into the device and the room around her. It's likely that she doesn't even know the darn thing's on!

Fellow citizens of Luministi, Cissie nearly killed someone in cold blood a long time ago. She, unfortunately, has been regressed to that time. Calling to her might work, but it's also just as likely that she wouldn't respond. (Or mumble in gibberish.)

She'll apologize later. ~~Hopefully.~~]

no-object.livejournal.com

[Oswald is tearing around his apartment, leaving carnage in his wake. The CAT is on the floor and he's at a sharp angle as he keeps passing back and forth in front of the screen]

Where is it?! Who would dare t take my Belderiver from me!? Show yourself!

Current Mood: pissed off

arthurcosgrove.livejournal.com

[Arthur seems to be taking his change of circumstances more or less in his stride... he thinks he knows what's up.]

If I've done this right, I should be broadcasting to everyone else who's got one of these - [points at the screen] - things. [waves] Hi.

From the general chatter it looks like we've all lost something important to us, and none of us have any idea where we are or how we got here. I found one of these cards where my item should be- [shows his card]- which I can't interpret as anything other than a taunt. What about you guys?

Our first move has to be to get back what's been taken from us. I've got a theory about what's happened here, and if I'm right then these items will still be in this village somewhere- we just need to find them. It won't take too long to search, if we work as a team.

Are you in?

[he doesn't want to mention dreaming, if he can avoid it. He's still not sure whose dream this is... unless it's everyone's.]

collector

[The CAT feed comes on while Braxiatel is ransacking his house. His movements have changed - they're less practised and less careful. He mutters something under his breath—] —I'll have Narvin dispersed if he has anything to do with this— [—and then, in a pile of papers, he spots something. He pulls some of the papers out of the pile, irritation flickering across his face.]

Oh, joy. Notes from my enigmatic... [Then he trails off. And his face, when it falls to its default, is cold and distant, not smiling. He turns the pages, reading too quickly, and when he gets to the last page, he stops and then composes himself.]

[He picks up his CAT and sighs.] You're already on, then, are you? Typical. [He sets it down and begins the message.]

Anyone who can hear this, you have lost your memory. This is the town of Luministi and you very probably arrived here before yesterday. Those who have been here the longest have been here for two months. You were abducted and imprisoned here, no exit, and you have yet to determine the culpable parties.

A very short time ago, a 'gas leak' pervaded the city. As a result, you have lost your memories after a certain point in your life—apparently, a point prior to your arrival at Luministi, which is bound to considerably set back your investigations into the town's mystery. The likely responsible party is a man named Doctor Resarci, who is currently and conspicuously absent.

That covers the most immediately relevant information, I believe. Oh, one more thing. We received a message some time ago that warned us about losing ourselves and keeping each other safe. You may have chosen to take notes and leave them in the house for yourself to find, so if you think you're that sort of person, I'd suggest looking.

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◌ 014 ◌ Who to ask, and what to ask?

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◌ 013 ◌ Games and worry

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Day 9 | ~ Missing ~ | Private Message to Verita

❧ It's all fun and games...

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