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[Things have been fairly quiet in the village with the draftees away on their escort mission. House 42 is especially quiet, with its lone remaining resident spending each day feeding his housemates' pets and then taking care of the horses in the nearby stable. It keeps him busy enough.

He gets around to opening Sheena's tea house around noon today -- later than the last two days he has gone in. He never spends a whole afternoon in the shop; perhaps a few hours a day, just in case anyone is curious enough to look inside. Kogoro stays with him in the tea house, usually content with chewing on a milkbone toy he found in the item shop. Albert himself taps away at his laptop at one of the tables with a cup of jasmine tea nearby.

If anyone looks for him on this somewhat cold day, he can be found at the stables in the late morning or the tea shop for the early afternoon. He is also available by journal.]

[voice]

As a follow-up reminder to Rydia's latest entry, this month is likely to be another New Feather cycle month if the new Organization management continues the trend. The Welcome Center is always looking for volunteers when New Feathers arrive.

While the weather may be warmer, there are still watch stations outside the village that should be maintained and well-stocked. Any volunteers are welcome. For now, I am organizing the effort, but I am looking for someone to take over that responsibility.

[There is a slight pause.] Is anyone working on the farmlands outside the village? I am curious to know what crops are being grown out there.

[action]

[Albert isn't up to anything special today. He's finally getting around to taking care of and sharpening that sword he had asked Sokka for during that reality-shifting experiment. He can be found working on the steps of his house, looking the sword this way and that as he works on it; it's more work than he usually has to put into sharpening an axe.

Afterwards, he'll make his usual rounds of tending to his garden and checking on the stables. ...Which will lead to a trip to the grocery store, because the horses need more grains.]

[An early birthday dinner. That was what Albert had proposed, knowing it was likely Caesar would want to nap as soon as he was full. And so, with Caesar's Luceti birthday having arrived, there were light preparations for a quiet celebration. After all, Silverbergs were intensely private as it was, so there would be no invited guests unless Caesar himself decided to invite them.]

[written]

Welcome to all the New Feathers of this cycle. I am sure that residents, especially the volunteers working in the Welcome Center, have been helpful as you adjust to your surroundings.

Some may have noticed that there are stations some distance away from the village -- watch stations where New Feathers may find clothing or shelter. Residents may also use them as stopping points as they explore the surrounding forests and plains. They are maintained by a group of volunteers, which has been without a head organizer for a few months now. If anyone is interested in taking on this responsibility, please speak with me, Albert Silverberg.

Recent additions to the enclosure are the expansive farmlands to the northeast of the village. There are numbers of farm animals and growing crops up there that are in need of caretaking. While the village has the grocery store for easy access to food, I am sure some would relish opportunity to work with crops and animals.

If there are any questions about these subjects, they may be asked here. Thank you.

[action]

[Around noon, Albert may be found in the clothing store, looking for clothing for warmer weather. Maybe he'll attempt to tan this year. It's been awhile.

Later in the day, he will be in the stables tending to his horse. He will be out there for several hours before retiring for the evening to the house, reading a "Computers for Seniors for Dummies" book. Very funny, Bil.]

[Albert is still in the process of looking for books and notes that he has been missing since the Shift at the beginning of the week. He is rather obsessively looking for those replacements, heading to the library early in the day to look for books on history, geography, cartography... Many different subjects to improve his knowledge base.

While he is out, he takes a look at the festival preparations that are being made; with only two days until the festival, it's only going to get more busy in the town square. He might buy a bottle of wine from the bar for celebrating later on, and check with the City Watch's preparations if he happens to see Lightning around.

Later in the day though, he is back at the house; having received the message from Miss Sage yesterday, he has to wait for her to show up and collect her belongings.]

(AU notes for Albert)

[He didn't send out an announcement of any kind when they returned home. Others had already announced their dead and offered any words of encouragement or frustration.

Instead, Albert spent the days following the draft ... working on his flower beds. March had brought with it a warm spell, meaning that his seeds would be germinating and eventually sprouting. This is also the time for pulling down the dried vines from his trellises.

It's a lot of work (and a lot of garden), so he'll be out and around the house until late in the day. It's as dusk approaches that he can be found sitting on the porch, watching three tiny owls perched on the porch fencing.]

...Welcome back.

Current Mood: calm

( Filtered to the Malnosso | voice // unhackable )

[action]

[Snow. By now, it's not uncommon in Luceti -- in fact, it's only a month or two before the cold gives way for more rain showers than snow. That's what Albert thinks about as he walks outside, not on the structured paths of the main roads, but through the deep snow to the back of house 42. He looks dressed to be outside for awhile, looking out to the forest before focusing on the snow. After letting his owl out to go hunt, he begins methodically gathering the snow and piling it up.]

[Takes place on the 28th.

Part of him is still surprised he made the suggestion a few days ago. If he tried to look for excuses, he could think of many -- the season, the new arrival of an ocean, the constant talk about holidays and good cheer. But whatever the reason, he had suggested to his housemates that they take their gift exchanging to an admittedly strange location: the mountain hot springs. And they had all agreed to it.

So in the early morning, he can be found in the clothing store looking for ... a pair of slippers. By noon, he will be on the way to the rec center to try out the teleporter and scope out the mountain hot springs for the first time.

And by mid-afternoon, he will be up in the mountains with his brother and Raine. Belatedly celebrating a holiday they don't know. Perhaps even celebrating the plaza fountain returning to normal after being shifted to resemble Bil for four days.]

[written]

Professor Sage is missing -- has been missing since before the Halloween ball. Please keep an eye out for her, and others who went missing during the previous experiment, along with any possible New Feathers who may show up this month.

As a reminder, we have now entered the fourth cycle year as of October 26. Be sure to pick up a new calendar in the welcoming center or library.

Thank you.

[action]

[The sun is out, the effects are gone, and people are returning to their normal states. Despite all of that, Albert still finds himself somehow unsteady. Perhaps it has something to do with Rune being unable to find any of his brood. Perhaps it has something to do with the continued lack of presence from Epona's master. Perhaps...

He can be found between his house and community building 7, in the stables and corral he rebuilt with Link. Today he finds himself spending more time with Astrid and Epona, as if that will somehow make up for the fact that they had been left to fend for themselves in the fog. He even has his saddle if he feels like riding. ~~His~~ A tiny owl perches on a nearby fence post, outside for the first time in almost two weeks.

Like so many others, Albert is more than ready to put aside the stress caused by a handful of scientists. So instead, he reminisces over his three years in Luceti.]

Current Mood: listless

[He had awoken before the sun had set, in time to see Yuber attempting to write out his boredom over the journals. Just dealing with that conversation had been exhausting, and he had rested again before finally getting out of his room. And out of the house. How long had he been out and bedridden? Long enough to miss the monsters disappearing and the village being repaired, apparently.

His flowers had been pretty ravaged by the earthquake. He nudges at the broken flowers with his shoe, then ignores them in favor of the slowly blooming moonflowers on the trellises. Something familiar and yet new, after the chaotic happenings. An earthquake, John's recovery, monsters, a stab in the chest... Too much for one month.

He flexes his right gloved hand restlessly, a slight wind picking up as he looks skyward. The clouds would move in soon, and tomorrow would be overcast.

They would block out those damn stars.]

(ooc: I'm baaaaack~ ♥ Albert's AU can be found here.)

Current Mood: sore

[Today Albert is in the sitting room of his house, leafing through a few books idly. The weather is disappointingly rainy for summer, but it's a pleasant change from the heat earlier in the week.

Eventually, he will fall asleep on the couch. It was just supposed to be a nap -- half an hour at most. But that half an hour turns into a whole hour. And then two. (This may even repeat in his bedroom later on.)

Sometime later in the evening, he will write in his journal.]

Accomplishments could be said to be life's milestones. Some are far apart, and others are so close together that they may very well overlap. Some may be considered mundane, and others utterly unique to your circumstances.

If you are willing, I would like to hear of a mundane accomplishment. Something that others could relate to. I will share one of my own: I graduated from school as a teenager.

Current Mood: relaxed

[What a wonderful afternoon. The sun is shining, the sky has cleared up, and the ground is drying after two days of rain. And Albert is around the village today, weaving through the streets and between houses and even to the edges of the forest.

Little do people know that Albert received a beautiful flower last night, and he happened to smell it. When he awoke up the morning, getting out of his room proved to be an ... arduous battle. And getting out the front door? Well, he had at least discovered what a doorknob was by then.

He has a vague, wondrous look on his face as he looks at swaying tree branches and flowers he would have otherwise ignored. His hair is in slight disarray, as if he had rolled out of bed and fought his way through a bedroom door. His clothes are in a similar state, and notably the same as the ones he had been wearing last night.

This isn't strange at all.

He will be wandering around for the entire afternoon. Attempts to talk to or capture the 6'1" strategist will be bizarre. ...And he won't be returned home until sunset or so.]

Current Mood: high

[Now that things have calmed down around the village and the rain from earlier in the week has dried, Albert is getting around to cleaning up his poor garden. Long-wilted white and blue moonflowers and morning glories litter his garden where trellises are propped up next to them, so he's pruning and plucking them out from between the growing flowers.

His horse is hanging around the house today, eating from a bale of hay.

It's a pretty idle scene on a sunny day. At least he's not closed up in his room, reading old books and drinking wine. That can be saved for tomorrow, when the weather's even warmer.]

Current Mood: calm

[Despite the overcast skies threatening to turn into rain on Saturday, Albert is out and in his yard. He has cleared out Astrid's old stable and now sits on a bale of hay in front of it. There's a perfectly usable stool right inside the entrance, but the bale of hay is larger and better supports his tall frame.

He glances at his garden, considering working on it today. Instead, he mutters a compliment to Faeren for her assistance with his plants, then leans against the outside of the stable. He then glances at his journal, laying on the bale of hay next to him. There's a lot of things he could be doing today, including riding with Astrid or going grocery shopping. Neither really sounds appealing right now.

He's still feeling that training session from three days ago.]

Current Mood: tired

Everyone drafted out to Desset City should be accounted for by now. My gratitude to those who successfully worked together while we were out there.

I am sure there are residents and recent arrivals who may have questions about the situation and what we encountered out there. As longer-term residents may remember, we first encountered an army of cultists last autumn -- these cultists are referred to as the Third Party. The members of the Third Party, unlike us, have the ability to fly and Shift their surroundings. The scientists keeping us in this barrier, the Malnosso, drafted several of us to head out to another settlement.

We have been told that Desset City, the location we were sent to, was one of several settlements outside of our village. It was unlike anything seen within our barrier prison. The troops we met were an occupational force, maintaining patrols and one major base of operations that became apparent towards the end of our campaign. Despite the Third Party having a greater number of troops, we prevailed. The arrival of electricity and appliances coincide with our successful return.

Of note is the fact that draftees who initially refused were dragged by force onto the battlefield. These reluctant draftees were given less time to prepare, and included the likes of children. If you are drafted in the future, be aware that refusal does not appear to be a valid option. You will be taken and put to work, or you will be killed out there.

The New Feather cycle should begin shortly, so everyone should be on alert and maintaining their patrol schedules. This is especially important with the heightened amount of conflict in Luceti. Patrols should be properly equipped for skirmishes by now, so I'll forgo any other needless reminders.

( Filtered to the Malnosso | voice // unhackable )

Current Mood: calm

[Albert's room is a neat and quiet place, and has been that way since he departed with the other draftees last week. One would expect it to stay that way.

Unfortunately, one Caesar Silverberg decided to take his decision of waiting for Albert in his home one step further, invading said bedroom. He's lazily curled up on his brother's bed. It's a much more comfortable bed after all, complete with nicer beddings than the spare sheets he would have used in the spare room. Plus it's out of the way and perfect for napping, and he'd only get woken up for meals...

He could get used to this.

The relative silence of the bedroom is broken by a clatter and thump as something falls to the floor. Caesar doesn't stir. If he did, he would have realized that it's a journal that isn't his own. It's fallen open and is recording the ensuing silence.

A moment passes.

Then there's a solid thump as something heavy falls on top of the bed. And Caesar.]

AHHHHH- What the hell—!? GET OFF OF ME!

Wh— Caesar?!

OFF. You've got bony elbo— OW!

Get your hand out of th—

[The voices are cut off by the sound of feet kicking against the wall, and then another loud thump as something lands on the floor—and the journal. The recording shuts off.]

Current Mood: frazzled

[There might be the sound of flicking pages. Journal pages. And then -- the high-powered whiiiiirr of ... a hairdryer. It must have blown the journal to a recording page. ~~Are you envious yet, Lucetians?~~

Albert had arrived in his Malnosso-furnished quarters earlier and spent some time checking things out, and has been there long enough to relax. Might as well take advantage of what is available before being sent off to battle tomorrow morning, right?

The hairdryer sound goes for awhile before being shut off, though there's still nothing visible to go with all the noise.]

Hn... So they will give all of that...

[There's the soft sound of footsteps on thick carpet and then a buzz as the strategist rings for assistance. Albert's request is muffled by his bath towel.

But there's no mistaken the rumbling vibration of something shaking the walls. Albert opens the door to his previously-empty storage room.

The door is loudly slammed shut.

...

...And the door is opened again.

......]

...There is an owl in my room.

[ooc: Drafted people, feel free to post your initial reactions to your own rooms in this post if you don't want to make your own entries. o/ If you want to interact with other drafted people, just drop a note in your comment or make your character available.]

Current Mood: surprised

How disappointing. One would think the Malnosso would compile their willing volunteers instead of taking risks like this.

( Directed towards the drafted residents (even if they refused to go) )

( Filtered to Ted )

( Filtered to Hugo and Luc )

( Filtered to GL!Simon )

( Off-journal communication to Yuber )

[ooc: The "directed towards" cut is not a filter; anyone can read it. All of Albert's filters are unhackable unless otherwise noted.

Albert's also available for action tags. Just notate that it's an action tag in the subject line.]

Current Mood: working

[Despite the mild windiness today, Albert is sitting out on the porch of his house. He has a few notes and his journal with him, but he's mostly just out there to think and drink a little. The town meeting was just yesterday, and it certainly proved a few things he had surmised about the populace. There had been a few opinions he had heard that more clearly showed others' state of mind (some for the better, most for the worse), and he had to readjust those plans accordingly.

Now to think of the next course of action.]

Current Mood: thoughtful

[voice]

Hello, everyone. If I've spoken to you over the past few days, you already know that I have been recruiting people to join my army. Hopefully we will soon have a base, and you can set up your businesses. ...Or business. [He pauses as he looks at his notes, then corrects himself.] Businesses. I've been told to look something up, so that is what I'll do.

To anyone interested, we are called Pro Licentia and we are fighting against oppressive regimes, like the Malnosso. [Any and all of them. ...But that might have turned off one potential recruit, so he won't say that.] If you would like to join our cause, come speak to me. We welcome people of all professions. ...But too many people of the same profession might be a problem. [That's why he's got a list.]

[Another pause.] If you have any suggestions, I've put together a suggestion box in the middle of the town plaza. I remember being told a suggestion box would be a good idea.

[And another pause.] ...And if anyone has seen my horse, I would appreciate knowing where she is.

[action]

[Albert can be found wandering around the village at different points of the day, leaving himself open to be talked to. He most notably heads to the barracks around noon time, since Natalia suggested he look there as a possible base of operations...]

[ooc: How the suggestion box works -- You can comment to the below thread titled 'Comment Box' with notes, big and small, for Albert to read. These will only be viewed by Albert, and if he follows up on the comment or suggestion, it will be in person. ...Oh, and if the comment is left by the character anonymously, please note that somewhere!]

Current Mood: productive

[written]

I don't suppose anyone has measured just how deep the snow is now? There haven't been long enough breaks in the weather to allow the snow to melt significantly.

It had been an early worry this season that some residents may be snowed in with the very cold weather we've had. Hopefully everyone is being careful about keeping an eye out for New Feathers and returning abductees.

[action]

[Albert has been spending less time in the house lately, for a variety of reasons -- exploring the new community building next to the house, taking care of his horse with the snowing continuing to pile up, and other things exposing him to the elements.

Today, Albert is in the bar, tucked in one of the booths with his journal and some wine. Perhaps he's hoping to get another Kanakan bottle from the bartender. Or he just needs the din of noise to help him think. Or perhaps he's waiting for something to happen.

Later, he'll arrive back at his house in the dark, in the early evening.]

Current Mood: pensive

[voice]

My thanks to those who answered Mr. Belmont's survey about practical skills. Knowing who has knowledge about certain skills will be helpful should there be situations where we need residents' specialties. I hope those who have volunteered information will remain open to the prospect of teaching or aiding others should the opportunity arise.

We're approaching the end of the calendar year, and with it the beginning of another New Feather cycle. Everyone remain alert for newcomers who arrive in this weather.

( Off-journal communication to Yuber )

[action]

[Raine and Genis may notice boxes outside of their doors come early morning. Genis has a blue and white sweater and Raine has a cream-colored winter gear set (scarf, hat, and gloves) -- courtesy of All Passions.

The gift-giver is nowhere to be found. He won't be home until evening.]

Introductions, I suppose. I haven't written one in quite awhile. My name is Albert Silverberg, and I have been a resident in Luceti for over two years now. A welcome to our New Feathers; here's hoping the welcome center and other residents make captivity as hospitable as possible.

Blue Rogues, please keep an eye out for the abducted and any stragglers from this month's New Feather cycle. The snow may make it especially difficult to traverse the forest.

I suggest everyone take heed of this amount of snowfall and prepare accordingly. Extra blankets, warmer clothing, stockpiling in case of a blizzard. The weather hasn't been this cold in the past to warrant snow this early. Long-time residents may recall that we had great amounts of rain around this time in the past two years -- enough to affect the terrain with floods and severe erosion.

I was told that there was a young lady who would customize jewelry. I would like to speak with her if possible.

( Filtered to Guy )

( Off-journal communication to Yuber )

[action]

[One may find Albert outside of house 42 if they are looking for him. Perhaps unsurprisingly, he's shoveling snow now that the snowfall has stopped.]

Current Mood: contemplative

[It's an early overcast morning in Luceti. Just beyond the makeshift barricades to the east of the village are several tree stumps, reminders of the flurry of activity before the August battle. If anyone happens to be passing by or through the area, they may see a horse and rider moving amongst the tree stumps. It's a well-practice motion now, quickly weaving through the tree stumps. Some of the sounds may be audible over the journal.

There's a pause as Albert brings his horse to a stop. And then a sigh audible over the journal.] I want something to drink. ...Perhaps tomorrow night.

[Then it's back to practicing.]

Current Mood: busy

[All things considered, being outside could be potentially dangerous. Remaining outside while this ... aerial battle of sorts is in play is perhaps not recommended.

But Albert's going to be watching from the porch of his house, seated and with a glass of wine in hand. Contemplative. Perhaps a little annoyed. Both understandable, under these abnormal circumstances.

He takes a sip of his wine and continues to watch magic bullets streak across the sky. Abnormal, but not much of a threat.]

Current Mood: apathetic

Status reports, everyone. Let's try to account for as many as we can.

If you know of any casualties or disappearances, please note them as well. They need to be kept track of in case the Malnosso decided to act while we were ... preoccupied.

Congratulations are in order. We've survived without losing the village. Now it's time to recover and aid the wounded.

If there are still any able bodies available, I would like a sweep of the perimeter done for any signs of the intruders. Feathers, clothing, armor -- if it's available, it must be studied.

...Please also be aware that the New Feather cycle, if it has returned to normal, will occur beginning tomorrow. Explain the situation to the best of your ability. Newcomers need to know that this isn't the usual state of the village.

Current Mood: alert

[written]

Quite a few abductions in the last two or three days. Perhaps the Malnosso feel confident enough about the situation that they can continue some of their research.

We must still be cautious, though. Until we know that the intruders are no longer trying to breach the barrier, everyone should continue to carry their weapons with them. We do not know if they will try to breach the barrier again from the east, so we may not have much time to prepare if they get through again.

I thank everyone who came together in such a short time. We were able to accomplish much more under the threat of danger than we were in times of peace. [He knew it would happen, but he's hoping others will catch onto that fact.]

The eastern barricade has been completed, and there has been considerable work done on extending the barricade to the north and south of the village.

I recommend that everyone who has been physically exerting themselves the last few days to get some rest. We have basic defenses in place, and injuring or exhausting ourselves now would be foolish.

[action]

[Such a hypocrite at times. He hasn't been sleeping since his initial calls for action four days ago. Not that he feels tired; this is that kind of work he was born to do.

...

Okay, so he's threatening to doze in Astrid's stable. His horse is being nice and acting as a cushion.]

Current Mood: tired

In light of the current situation, I would highly recommend that everyone residing outside of the village move into the village ... lest they wish to risk an end like what we have seen.

Blue Rogues, Brave Vesperia, Sir Sigmund. A discussion, if you will. About defenses.

Mitsuru Kirijo, Sir Golbez. I would like to speak with you.

Anyone else who wishes to collaborate in a defensive plan, please speak with me or Sir Sigmund. We will both be watching this entry.

[ooc: By discussion, he means amongst themselves, not specifically with him. Groups need to interact, after all. Feel free to jump threads and get your own threads going in here. Consider it a mass conversation. :|b Aaaand I'll be replying myself in a few hours.]

Current Mood: calm

[There's a little redheaded boy, about eight years old, standing outside house #42. He's loosely holding his journal as he looks around Luceti with wide, wide eyes. He also looks on edge.]

This isn't ... Gregminster...

Mother...? Father...?

Current Mood: scared

[There is only uneven rasping and the sound of scrounging at sand and gravel. The words whispered are barely picked up by the journal.]

Caes... Cae-- sar...

...Rune...

[The voice completely fades after that, replaced by very labored, ragged breathing.]

(ooc: Albert's been returned by the Malnosso so he has more time to recover from his wounds. Anyone who finds him may notice a bloody bandage and gauze wrapped around his head and arms. He's unhealthily pale and sick from the different experiments done on him, too.)

Current Mood: tired

( [Written // Filtered // 60% hackable to Caesar -- 1% hackable anyone else] )

[voice/action]

What was--

...Again. I see how it is.

This makes us even, Sheena.

[There's the sound of glass hitting glass as Albert hurls his cup through the window.]

Go.

[There's the faint sound of fluttering wings, and the sounds grow fainter and fainter as the journal is flown away.

The chaos in the room isn't recorded. But the sear marks on the walls and blasted furniture can be seen as plain as day.]

[ooc: Albert's being kidnapped right now so I don't have my characters disappearing at the same time while I'm on hiatus. Some might see and run into a tiny owl flying around carrying a journal, but it's going to ultimately disappear with the book.]

Current Mood: resigned

June 27. Just in case anyone is paying attention to the calendar I put together.

Caesar, I will be out. The owl is coming with me whether I like it or not, apparently.

Professor Raine, are you ready to go?

Current Mood: calm

( [Private to Sheena] )

I'd like to speak to anyone that knows how to reinforce buildings. And anyone that has ideas on how to prepare for bad weather, start preparing. Now.

Current Mood: blank

Hahaha... Let it begin.

Through the door that stretches wide, the pale opened gate, I touch the Empty World...

[ooc: He's a distance away from the village, and he's casting The Ritual. Freak out time, dudes. :|]

Current Mood: amused
Current Location: the mountain barrier

Haha... Hahaha...

[ooc: Beware. Depending on his now unstable mood and your relation to him, Albert may summon something to attack you.]

Current Mood: detached

Since I've just completed my project, I'd like to conduct a simple poll with the citizens of Luceti.

Would you use a calendar if one was standardized for the village?

I'm thinking of ways to distribute this list to those that showed early interested. From my research, I can say it's Monday, April 21. The most common names of weekdays and months are listed below -- those are what I used for standardizing the calendar for Luceti.

Days of the Week (7 to a week, 30/31/28 to a month, 365.25 to a year)
Sunday
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday

Months of the Year (12 to a year)
January (31 days)
February (29 days this "leap" year, 28 for next three years)
March (31 days)
April (30 days)
May (31 days)
June (30 days)
July (31 days)
August (31 days)
September (30 days)
October (30 days)
November (30 days)
December (31 days)

Current Mood: tired

...I don't believe this.

He hit me.

Current Mood: annoyed

I think I'll appreciate writing a little more now. It's annoying talking into the journal when you have no one in particular you're speaking to.

Like clockwork, the Malnosso have brought in more specimens. A noticeably rowdier group than usual, for that matter. Try not to get yourselves killed so quickly; there are dire consequences for dying around here, and the Malnosso have no problem taking things important to you.

I'd like to ask if people here have instituted a calendar without the majority letting us know. I realize that there are extremely different ideas of a calendar here, but I think we can agree that the arrival of newcomers marks the beginning of a new "cycle." Having a calendar we agree on would allow ease of noticing temporal patterns in the experiments, and give us a more structured approach to planning patrols and the like.

This may seem like an incredibly unnecessary idea to some of you, but believe me when I say your perception of time is very different when a week is five days to you versus seven, or even thirteen, days. I come from a world where the calendar has 5 days to a week, 30 days to a month, and 360 days to a year. The idea of an experiment lasting seven days didn't make much sense to me until I noticed some referring to seven days as a week.

Opinions, if you will. I'd like to have people's thoughts on the matter.

And Caesar, I want to talk to you.

Current Mood: working

In the end, it does in fact seem like the virus was an experiment. It's a shame we have no way to study what they managed to do; knowledge of the virus would have its uses.

I suggest everyone begin airing out their houses and the community buildings. The stagnant air just encourages nausea and illness.

...

I still can't see. This is going to get annoying quickly.

Current Mood: calm

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Albert Silverberg

September 2014

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∞ 97: Peace and routine [action]
∞ 96: Reminders [voice/action]
∞ 95: A quaint birthday [action]
∞ 94: The basics [written/action]
∞ 93: Life as usual [action]
∞ 92: Warming weather [action]
∞ 91: In the cold [voice/action]
∞ 90: Snowy springs [action]
∞ 88: Three years displaced [written/action]
∞ 86: Awakening to the stars [action]
∞ 84: Solace from time's passage [action/written]
∞ 83: A chronicle of life and death [action]
∞ 82: Waiting for the next step [action]
∞ 81: The mind as a canvas [thoughts/written]
∞ 80: An empty stable [action]
∞ 79: A post-battle report [written]
∞ 78: One bed, two brothers [accidental voice / action]
∞ 77: The night before entering Desset [accidental voice / action]
∞ 76: Preparations for battle [written]
∞ 74: A windy day [action]
∞ 73: Pro Licentia [voice/action]
∞ 72: Observing the white season [written/action]
∞ 71: Movement [voice/action]
∞ 69: After the first heavy snowfall [written/action]
∞ 67: A practiced hand [action/voice]
∞ 66: A daytime lightshow [action]
∞ 65: Upon the smoldering battlefield [voice]
∞ 64: An ominous lull in a time of caution [written/action]
∞ 63: Village defenses [voice]
∞ 30: A foolish child | record unhackable after the fact
∞ 28: Failed extraction [voice]
∞
∞ 27: Succinct
∞ 26: Sudden darkness
∞ [voice] (note: retconned out of Luceti canon)
∞ [voice] (note: retconned out of Luceti canon)
∞ 25: In interest of a calendar...
∞ 23: Too many feathers [thoughts/voice]
∞ 22: Reading the flow of time
∞ 21: Returns [voice]

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