Glamour Failure

[animusmods]

Characters: any
Setting: all around the Tower
Format: any/party-style
Summary: A general mingle log for the reaction to the beginning of the Idealism event.
Warnings: PG-13; please include any more detailed warnings in your threads if necessary

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Open | Room 2-01

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[Your name is Jade Strider, and you are a goddamn mess.

She was a bit better-- getting there at least! It was hard not to be woken up by the speaker systems. But with that announcement it was hard to ignore, and hard to stay asleep.

And well...

She really just wanted the world to turn off at the moment. Essentially it had, but that-- that wasn't what she wanted.

She didn't know what this meant. She didn't know what was happening. She remember from the video John showed her that they were-- just souls. Souls in bodies. Recyclable bodies. But what she was looking down at wasn't a body, and these shades weren't her shades, and she--

She was sitting on the ground of her room, her small indigo frame shivering and the film firmly pressed against her face, her eyes jammed shut if she even had eyes, and even more film clenched between her-- not actually fingered wires.

She'd had a moment of oversight and left the door open. But she didn't really notice right now.]

[turntechtrainer]

[That oversight might be a good thing. By now, Dave has calmed down because he has to. All of the howling rage and frustration of being back in the same damn boat he's always been in is trapped inside. Again. Like it always was.

Jade Strider had been so quiet for so long, he'd gone in search of her. He just so happens to catch sight of the glow, raps on the door with one dirt covered fist. He isn't shining like everyone else, because of the dirt and dust, except for the clean patch with the broken disc symbol.

He can't tell who it is, but they're having problems.] Temporary fixes are available even if this whole bullshit sucks.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[She doesn't really wanna look up-- or open her eyes-- at this point she just wanted them to be gone after all of this shit that's happened. Actually, it's only kind of on instinct that she jerks her head up when she hears someone familiar, though not someone that lived in this room.]

Dave-- ?!

[She recognizes the voice, and the broken record. And now more than ever, her voice is completely untooled and unaffected by any of her usual speaking habits.

Maybe just a little bit weak from out of use. A shame it was still sounding so upset.]

[turntechtrainer]

[Jade. Okay. He feels a bit of relief that he found her and he enters the room, sinking down before her with a nod.] The loomer of the Daves, yeah.

Tall but not a stranger and not dark. Well, before now.

[He just sounds tired. Like he can't even muster up more than that.] Good to hear you talking again, circumstances aside.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[Right. The last time she had really talked to any of them-- she... hadn't, really talked much.

She felt bad. She felt really bad. She regretted that a lot. Because that was probably the easiest thing to regret right now.]

Sorry.

[...Better late than never?]

i am not even sorry

[tortileghostwriter]

[David was not ok. He was extremely far from it, in fact. Ok had been a precipice atop the fucking Marianas Trench his mind had just done a magnificent backflip swandive off of.

he's fucking lost it. he had been trying to keep it together for weeks and this simply destroyed any chance he might have had of that. when he passed 2-01 while looking around, though...

ah. he's not completely sure, but he suspects from the color and shape...]

... Jade?

you probably should be

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Leave a message.

[...Well that was. Considerably. The least spirited snark she'd even gotten out, and she certainly wasn't moving from her spot, or looking up, or opening her eyes, if they even existed, or determining which frikkin' Dave it was even though she could probably make a good guess and--]

oh well

[tortileghostwriter]

[David winces--or at least, does what feels like a wince--in response.]

That's one thing confirmed, at any rate.

[How's that guess looking now? He doesn't really know what he's doing, but he's forcing back the brunt of the mental fucking maelstrom he's been facing since the power failed.

for now.

either way, he...sits down, facing her.]

How idiotic would it be to ask how you're managing?

rood

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[This times he does look up-- and possibly opened her eyes. She can see him at least, but it's not really-- him.

So instead she just looks down again, pushing the film further against her face.]

Dumb. [Duh.] I don't-- [AUGH]

I'm not smart enough to be better than this but I'm still not dumb enough to pretend it's not happening.

Re: Open | Room 2-01

[terreifying]

[If Jade looks out her door, she might notice the wire frame version of Rei staring at her, trying to guess if Jade was one of her friends or not.]

...Nope. Doesn't seem familiar.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[She wasn't really looking, but-- the sound of someone talking does startle her.

But what they say... she-- she can't figure out who this is. She can hardly recognize the voice, does-- does she know them? Did they know her, but...

Well. She was hardly recognizable.]

Wh-Who are you?

[terreifying]

Oh. I'm Rei.

[A pause.]

I've never seen you before, so it makes sense you wouldn't have seen me either.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Oh.

[She heard the words and sort of, confirmed them in her own head, but she wasn't really listening or processing.]

Um.. cool. I guess. That's OK.

[She didn't even bother with the stoicism at the moment.]

[culbutiri]

[Nesir had calmed down, and began to think again. And when she thought she remembered Jade, who would probably be in their room and probably be freaking out.

She supposed she should go and check on her. So she returned to their room and soon found the indigo blob on the floor.] How did I be knowing you would be being here?

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[That voice-- she-- yes, she recognizes it? God she hoped she was right. She was at least sure she had heard them somewhere before, and it wasn't the right tone of voice to be Kanaya or Rise.

Regardless, she jolted slightly, moving to wipe tears from her eyes under her glasses as if there were any there at all.]

W-What do you want?

[culbutiri]

I did be [Coming to check on her, to make sure she was alright and hadn't done anything stupid] I did be thinking you would be sniveling somewhere. We do no be having time for that.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[And surprise surprise, she sniveled some more-- as much as she could, without a nose. She even went as far as making the wiping motion too.]

Right. Sniveling. Stupid. No one's got time for that shit, right?

[She kind of missed that she's being a bit repetitive.]

[ghostytrainer]

[After a talk with Zelda and a quick check of the first floor dorms failed to reveal any sign of Rose, John thought that maybe she'd forgotten they were sleeping in his room tonight and gone back up to her own. So he figured the third floor would probably be a good place to check.]

[That plan changed when he walked by Jade's door. He wasn't 100% sure if it was her, not knowing what color her roommates' collars were, after all. But if there was a chance that that crouching indigo figure was his sort-of-not-ectosis then, well he wasn't going to keep on walking.]

Jade?

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[She knew it was John-- she really had no idea which John. Wow that made her feel like an asshole. Why couldn't she recognize any of her friends properly, why was this so hard--?!

She sort of moves as if she's looking up however, at this point simply defeatedly slumping against the pod of...she didn't even know!]

J...John? Right?

[She was extremely upset that that was even a question she had to ask.]

[ghostytrainer]

[Well, to be fair, in this state the two Johns are pretty much nigh indistinguishable. They've been stripped of the few identifiers that allow them to be told apart. It's not just you, Jade. Chances are that any person who knows both Johns would find themselves with the same issue.]

Yeah, it's me. Short John, the one from Johto. [His voice is light as he takes a step closer to stand in the doorframe.]

Can I come in?

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[It still didn't make her feel very much better that their-- default states we so...indistinguishable.]

Uh.. s-sure...

[She was clearly a bit on edge, but-- she wasn't really up to fighting it. And she didn't really want to, anyway. An ecto-sort-of-bro was always welcome, even though he was-- weirdly OK with what was happening.]

[knightime]

Jade?

[Dave was hoping that some of the people he did know were still in his room. It was hard to tell who was what at the moment. This was all kinds of jarring and fucked up.

But Dave's composure was obviously lost. He was scared. Panicking. This wasn't what he was expecting and it was actually too overwhelming for him to bear on his own. He needed to find someone. Something familiar.] Jade, please tell me you're actually here? [His voice sounds uncertain.]

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[For a moment she just considers not saying anything-- fading into the background, staying silent like she had been forced to a while ago, hoping that she could just kind of... stop.

She didn't do that, but she thought about it. But when she did speak, it was meek, and pretty uncommitted to sounding like anything... stable.]

I'm here.

[knightime]

[Dave kind of approaches her. He swallows thickly trying to get his wit. For her sake. For someone's sake he'll swallow his own problems like always.]

Shit hit the fan didn't it. [He laughs. Nothing is funny right now. They both know that.]

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[She wants to laugh and pretend that it could be funny-- but really, it's not. And it's kinda hard for her to pretend.]

More like the fan got jacked up to hyperspeed and reversed and sucked everything away.

[That sounded more amusing in her head.]