Day 45
The televisions in every room flicker on, a little later than usual, as sunlight streams through the windows.
"And how are we feeling this morning?" West's voice is jovial, hearty. Forced. But his grin isn't. "I let you sleep in. I'm guessing some of you aren't feeling your normal selves, but I suppose overindulgence is its own punishment."
West pulls a tea bag out of his mug, carefully setting it aside.
"You don't disappoint, my friends. In fact, you got up to some things even a writer like me wouldn't dream of."
The image on the screen flickers through Don and Joan arguing, Parker floating, Abby grinning as she whizzes things across her room, Derek destroying property, Samantha surrounded by greenery, a black horse with wings soaring through the sky, an unfamiliar man at the dinner table. West appears again, a superior smirk on his face.
"As for doctors House and Wilson and a certain captain, well, I'm afraid the FCC would frown on a recap." He shakes his head. "Completely unusable. I don't know which of you three--or four--is worse. No wonder none of you managed to detect me.
"Enjoy the sunshine, my dears, and do stay out of trouble. I have plans for you."
The televisions, as usual, disappear, though those afflicted will note that radios tend to blare loudly when they are nearby and bright light cannot be entirely cut by curtains.
[Note: Everyone who had powers and used them is feeling the effects, similar to a hangover. This is related to how much they used their powers--player discretion is involved.
As always, back-dating and back-tagging is encouraged. Please remember to tag all posts you're involved in with the character names, [log]:/[journal entry]:, and starting now, [day xx], as this will be very helpful in facilitating back-tagging.]
"And how are we feeling this morning?" West's voice is jovial, hearty. Forced. But his grin isn't. "I let you sleep in. I'm guessing some of you aren't feeling your normal selves, but I suppose overindulgence is its own punishment."
West pulls a tea bag out of his mug, carefully setting it aside.
"You don't disappoint, my friends. In fact, you got up to some things even a writer like me wouldn't dream of."
The image on the screen flickers through Don and Joan arguing, Parker floating, Abby grinning as she whizzes things across her room, Derek destroying property, Samantha surrounded by greenery, a black horse with wings soaring through the sky, an unfamiliar man at the dinner table. West appears again, a superior smirk on his face.
"As for doctors House and Wilson and a certain captain, well, I'm afraid the FCC would frown on a recap." He shakes his head. "Completely unusable. I don't know which of you three--or four--is worse. No wonder none of you managed to detect me.
"Enjoy the sunshine, my dears, and do stay out of trouble. I have plans for you."
The televisions, as usual, disappear, though those afflicted will note that radios tend to blare loudly when they are nearby and bright light cannot be entirely cut by curtains.
[Note: Everyone who had powers and used them is feeling the effects, similar to a hangover. This is related to how much they used their powers--player discretion is involved.
As always, back-dating and back-tagging is encouraged. Please remember to tag all posts you're involved in with the character names, [log]:/[journal entry]:, and starting now, [day xx], as this will be very helpful in facilitating back-tagging.]