Albert Silverberg (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
chikaidestroyer) wrote2008-10-07 04:07 pm
chikaidestroyer) wrote2008-10-07 04:07 pm
∞ 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.]
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And yet you would venture out of the village, alone?
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[she shrugs a little] As of late, there seemed to be little other choice, otherwise.
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[He gives her an unreadable glance, then looks out towards the mountains. There's a tiny owl visible against the cloud-laden sky.]
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[she sighs a little, her gaze looking out at nothing in particular, really]
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[Albert lifts his arm as he sees the tiny owl descending. The elf owl ignores the arm entirely and instead lands on Albert's head. There's an irritated sigh, but he's quiet as Rune twitters in his ear.]
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[she raises an eyebrow at the owl's antics]
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...Some observations require a different perspective.
Rune tells me that some of the animals are venturing from their own areas to "unchallenged spaces" with the incoming winter weather.
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It also means that any ideas of becoming self-sufficient, away from any products that the Malnosso supply us with, is a far way off; if there were any plans to kill animals here for meat, we would have a very limited supply. I would not be surprised to find any new water bodies to be desolate of marine life.
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It all requires looking into, lest emergency plans are need to be put in store again.
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[And at this point, Albert stands, brushing off his coat meticulously. He maintains his little vanities, even in Luceti ... even if the owl in his hair does its best to ruin that image.]
[Action]
[she takes a moment before rising as well]
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I have some notes I have to write up.
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I expect we'll be in touch?
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Indeed.
How much time do we have, before the heavy snow?
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... Take care of yourself.
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Thank you. I will.