∞ 35: Reminiscence [written/action]
Twenty more days.
That is what Faeren has told me. When Luceti was still at its most unknown and the time of day was the least of my concerns, she observed. October 27, by the calculations based off my calendar. As I think of it now, I imagine it will be a depressing day when it arrives. But the reality will likely be less stunning. Unless, of course, the Malnosso have set the day aside for an anniversary experiment.
Because that is what it will be: an anniversary.
There were 20 of us, in the beginning. Ironic how I write that on this day. Of those 20, there are only 3 of us who remain. The houses were occupied by one or two at most, and the only community housing building was largely empty. That first day was the only time I could reliably record the population of the Luceti for several months.
Then came the floods. Not the experiment, but the droves of people. Luceti fell into chaos; a cacophony of confused souls who couldn't wrap their minds around the situation. As quickly as the chaos settled in, the Malnosso made themselves known by sending the rains and stealing away individual test subjects.
It hasn't ceased since then. The kidnappings, the experiments. But the Malnosso have changed their tactics, ever so slightly. They do not speak or taunt anymore, as they did before every experiment in the past. They have developed a system for introducing new test subjects, which has since then been dubbed the New Feather cycle. They have been seen, and yet have not, by several inhabitants.
Some call Luceti home now. Some cannot imagine ever leaving it. Some live in a daze, comfortable in this peaceful anarchy. Some have given up entirely.
Twenty more days.
[action]
[Albert sits on a bench in the fountain plaza, his expression closed. He looks pale from his time spent indoors nowadays. In fact, he looks rather numb, just sitting there with his journal.]
That is what Faeren has told me. When Luceti was still at its most unknown and the time of day was the least of my concerns, she observed. October 27, by the calculations based off my calendar. As I think of it now, I imagine it will be a depressing day when it arrives. But the reality will likely be less stunning. Unless, of course, the Malnosso have set the day aside for an anniversary experiment.
Because that is what it will be: an anniversary.
There were 20 of us, in the beginning. Ironic how I write that on this day. Of those 20, there are only 3 of us who remain. The houses were occupied by one or two at most, and the only community housing building was largely empty. That first day was the only time I could reliably record the population of the Luceti for several months.
Then came the floods. Not the experiment, but the droves of people. Luceti fell into chaos; a cacophony of confused souls who couldn't wrap their minds around the situation. As quickly as the chaos settled in, the Malnosso made themselves known by sending the rains and stealing away individual test subjects.
It hasn't ceased since then. The kidnappings, the experiments. But the Malnosso have changed their tactics, ever so slightly. They do not speak or taunt anymore, as they did before every experiment in the past. They have developed a system for introducing new test subjects, which has since then been dubbed the New Feather cycle. They have been seen, and yet have not, by several inhabitants.
Some call Luceti home now. Some cannot imagine ever leaving it. Some live in a daze, comfortable in this peaceful anarchy. Some have given up entirely.
Twenty more days.
[action]
[Albert sits on a bench in the fountain plaza, his expression closed. He looks pale from his time spent indoors nowadays. In fact, he looks rather numb, just sitting there with his journal.]