Report 002 [Voice/Written]
[Everything was utterly insane. It was more insanity than Robert could have ever theorized in all of the twenty-four years of his existence.
The first thing he had done after getting into his new apartment was read the "journal", one of the communications devices that were distributed by the Malnosso, the scientists - scientists that did not adhere to protocol, who even knew there were such scientists - that ran Luceti. He read the guide, by that one Raine Sage; on its seventh revision, apparently. He read the last report, or whatever it would be called, by that one Albert Silverberg. And all of it was pure and utter insanity, every last word. If Robert was not seeing this written, he would have thought it too ridiculous to have even been composed by a sentient creature. And yet, there it was, and he was supposed to take it at face value.
And then these "experiments" began. Suddenly the journal was filled with writing, and voices - writing and voices he didn't recognize, but all of them coming to the same conclusion. Their bodies were different. Apparently, the only correlation between them was that it seemed to be something all these people liked, or cared about. It made Robert wonder why, and how. Was this some twisted way for the Malnosso to see them act on their feelings? Some horrifying little prod at the collective sanity of the Lucetians? Or were they actually collecting some kind of relevant data? Robert could hardly understand what for, but all he did know was that, for the first time in almost a decade, he was worried about other people. And he knew they were out somewhere in the village - perhaps not in the form he had seen before, but hopefully in some form. As insane, as illogical, as ridiculous as everything was, he was worried about them and he needed to find them. Or hear their voices, or hear some indication of them. So he sat down in front of his journal and began to write with a shaky hand.]
Doctor Mizuno, Doctor Faye-Ling, Mr. Sprensonne...
[What if they couldn't read in whatever form they were trapped in? Thinking better of it, Robert hit the voice button as well, and recorded a message. He couldn't keep the slight edge of fear out of his voice, couldn't stymie the terseness in his tone.]
Doctor Mizuno. Doctor Faye-Ling. Mr. Sprensonne. ... Ami, Litchi, Helios. Where are you? Are you alright?
What is happening to us? And why?
(OOC: tl;dr Robert's freaking out. Also, no, his post isn't filtered, so anybody can respond. He's just calling for specific people.)
The first thing he had done after getting into his new apartment was read the "journal", one of the communications devices that were distributed by the Malnosso, the scientists - scientists that did not adhere to protocol, who even knew there were such scientists - that ran Luceti. He read the guide, by that one Raine Sage; on its seventh revision, apparently. He read the last report, or whatever it would be called, by that one Albert Silverberg. And all of it was pure and utter insanity, every last word. If Robert was not seeing this written, he would have thought it too ridiculous to have even been composed by a sentient creature. And yet, there it was, and he was supposed to take it at face value.
And then these "experiments" began. Suddenly the journal was filled with writing, and voices - writing and voices he didn't recognize, but all of them coming to the same conclusion. Their bodies were different. Apparently, the only correlation between them was that it seemed to be something all these people liked, or cared about. It made Robert wonder why, and how. Was this some twisted way for the Malnosso to see them act on their feelings? Some horrifying little prod at the collective sanity of the Lucetians? Or were they actually collecting some kind of relevant data? Robert could hardly understand what for, but all he did know was that, for the first time in almost a decade, he was worried about other people. And he knew they were out somewhere in the village - perhaps not in the form he had seen before, but hopefully in some form. As insane, as illogical, as ridiculous as everything was, he was worried about them and he needed to find them. Or hear their voices, or hear some indication of them. So he sat down in front of his journal and began to write with a shaky hand.]
Doctor Mizuno, Doctor Faye-Ling, Mr. Sprensonne...
[What if they couldn't read in whatever form they were trapped in? Thinking better of it, Robert hit the voice button as well, and recorded a message. He couldn't keep the slight edge of fear out of his voice, couldn't stymie the terseness in his tone.]
Doctor Mizuno. Doctor Faye-Ling. Mr. Sprensonne. ... Ami, Litchi, Helios. Where are you? Are you alright?
What is happening to us? And why?
(OOC: tl;dr Robert's freaking out. Also, no, his post isn't filtered, so anybody can respond. He's just calling for specific people.)