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

Comments

Around the tower, after the thread with Zelda, now THIS is open I swear

[warriorscribe]

Enoch can be found in a few places.

A: He's roaming the dormitories and the mens' bathrooms, gaze sweeping over all the people. He may put a hand on a shoulder, or kneel to comfort a child.


B: He's on floor 101 again, kneeling by the sapling and the disturbed earth. "...We should take care of you, shouldn't we?" There's a distant, detached quality to his tone, a strain in his voice.


C: He's on floor 1, eating a nutrition bar. After swallowing a bite, he says to himself, "Dax was always...mindful of resources. And yet...?" He looks at the rest of the bar in his hand. "Surely this makes Jason lazy." He looks down as yet another howl comes up from below.


D: He's on floor 5, by one of the still real viewfinders. He isn't looking into it. He doesn't need to. He puts a hand on its surface, still fascinated by the intricate wires of his hands. Jason wasn't a doctor, so now it made sense, how he was so willing to cause pain. He was no healer, but a...smith? A sculptor? Both?


E: He's on his old mainstay of floor 11. His catsuit has been pulled down to around his waist, the top hanging like a skirt over the rest. He is a glowing soul in the dark, standing under a waterfall of film with his head inclined. It's impossible to distinguish "hair" from "water" such that at times he seems bald in the waterfall and at others he looks like a male Rapunzel. It would be comical, if his breath wasn't coming so rapidly, if it didn't sound as if he was trying desperately not to laugh or cry or both, if he wasn't falling to his knees with a splash that doesn't fit with the vision before him, if he wasn't breathing as if he had just run a marathon.

But eventually he straightens up, his head and shoulders tilted up into the waterfall that isn't water. His breathing slows, and his shoulders straighten. He takes a deep breath, and lets it out in a long sigh. "A year. And then what...?" A hand rests over his torso, over his soul.


F: He's in the cafeteria again, looking at the elevator doors. It's becoming clear the elevator isn't coming. Strange, he'd used it to get down here.

He sits against the doors, not feeling up to the task of climbing the whole tower, mentally at least. Everything is in chaos and so little is reliable... He needs another moment to reflect, and this gave him the perfect excuse.

C

[sunflowerfairy]

While weird things were happening, Yotsuba still needed to eat, so she came into the cafeteria. She needed to get some sleep too, but..she really didn't want to sleep in her 'bed'. The bad people had messed with that too, and it didn't look nice at all. So, she had decided to make the trek to the cafeteria, still holding onto her 'teddy bear'.

However, when she wandered in and heard Enoch talking to himself, she smiled. Enoch was really smart, so maybe he knew a way to change back! He could help Rabbit, Juralumin, and everyone else!

"Enoch! I'm glad to see you! Why did the bad people do this? Is there a way to change back to normal?"

[warriorscribe]

"Yotsuba...."

Oh dear...he had to tell her. There was no skirting around it.

"We have to wait for them to change us back. Do you know what a 'glamour' is?"

[sunflowerfairy]

The thought that she was just like a robot now had cheered Yotsuba up a little bit, but she still wanted to find out how to change back so that she could help everyone else and Juralumin. However, at the question, her smile fell, and she shook her head.

"No..what is it?"

[warriorscribe]

"I've read about them..." Because the fantasy section in the library caught his eye. "A glamour is a type of...enchantment."

[sunflowerfairy]

"Oh! What kind? The type that can make cake dis..disappear?!"

A.

[pitiedthefool]

[Yu'd stopped in the bathroom again to look at himself in the mirror. Not really reacting physically. Just staring, collecting himself. With this revelation, there is going to be more in store for them all. While all the pieces weren't all fully pieced together yet, it's enough to tell him that his friends and the others will need each other more than ever.

Though when he sees the glow reflected as well, he sighs.]

It's only just beginning, isn't it.

[warriorscribe]

Yes, it is.

*He may not have been looking for a reply. But he got one.*

Are you all right, Yu?

[pitiedthefool]

[No, he hadn't - not really - but it was welcome nonetheless. The familiar voice was something of a welcome relief as well. Especially after...]

I'm alright. Just taking a moment to collect my thoughts.

[He'd go over his notes, but... film. All the pages were film.

He barely takes a moment to pause when he has to ask:]

Anything new aside from the truth the chips showed us?

[warriorscribe]

*So he was part of the chip-setting too. Enoch then reaches into the film that makes his pocket, and something that seemed an odd part of his catsuit is revealed to be a sheet of real paper, folded. Enoch unfolds it and hands it to Yu to read. It's a note.*

[pitiedthefool]

[Yu blinks, thoughts going briefly to the message on the back of that invitation to the masquerade not even a full week ago as he accepts it. This was part of what he seeks, after all, and when he finishes reading it, he holds it out for Enoch to take back again.]

Looks like we have our work cut out for us.

[And even then, he seems as calm as ever. Maybe it's because to him, it was just another day in the life, but he still nods to himself. Alright. All they had to do was wait for the glamour systems to come back online... Then the real challenge would begin.]

A

[knightime]

Dave has been wandering the dormitory floors. Not sure whether to approach people or maybe too scared too. He looks antsy and obviously not taking this whole thing too well.

Trying to keep it is really hard when you've been trying to keep it all together for awhile now.

He wishes he could have had Missy come along, but he thinks it would have made it worst. He really wishes she were at his side though, but he left her in her Pokeball and he's not willing to face it.

He kind of bumps into Enoch, kind of stuck in his thoughts. "Sorry," he mumbles out.

[warriorscribe]

"It's no-..." There's a moment of hesitation as he tries to place the voice. "It's nothing, Dave. Are you all right?"

[knightime]

"Could be better. It's not everyday you're suddenly straight out of some sci-fi horror movie. If you can even give a genre to whatever this is." It's really damn jarring. "Have I also mentioned it's hard to find anyone through all this? Because it is. It's that embarrassing moment where you come up to someone really enthusiastically only to find out they aren't who you thought they were and suddenly everything is really awkward and you shuffle off in embarrassed shame."

[warriorscribe]

That gets a halfhearted little chuckle out of Enoch, at least.

"They should have it repaired soon...at least, I would hope..."

He knows from Dax's note that the power is going to come back, and soon-ish. He just hopes it's soon enough.

E

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer barely suppresses a snicker when he sees how silly the other man looks, his hair just melding into the water.]

What are you talking about, a year?

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch doesn't face the speaker for a moment, and then he slowly rises to his feet and turns, finding the glow of the other person in the dim red light.*

A year...it's the time left for this tower.

[puppy_lancer]

[His mouth drops open in surprise.]

Are you serious? Does this have anything to do with the glamour failure? What the hell is going on?

[warriorscribe]

It does. But I don't know how much I can say here.

*Telling Zelda about it in his own room was risky enough - even if he'd kept his voice low.*

[puppy_lancer]

Then...is there any place we can go? Just for a few minutes. You can tell me there.

E

[notsogrimreaper]

"And then we'll find a way out."

Ryoji answers the question quietly, unsure if he wants to interrupt, but hopeful that he can help. He can tell that whoever is kneeling here is distressed, even if he can't see the sadness on a face that isn't there.

He walks a little closer, slow but determined.

"We have to. There's no way we can lose to them."

[warriorscribe]

Enoch had to look over his shoulder as a voice he doesn't recognize answers him without questioning the time limit. He doesn't pay that much more thought than probably someone Zelda knows, too wrapped up in the force of the realization that he may only have a year...

"You're right...you're right, I-I only. I haven't been mortal in centuries."

[notsogrimreaper]

Unfortunately, Zelda barely knows him, aside from a few letters back and forth and information from Naoya. It doesn't really matter, though. The fact is that he's friendly, and he's not planning to hurt anyone if he can help it.

What Enoch says sounds all too familiar, and Ryoji nods solemnly, hand instinctively going up to his scarf before remembering that it's gone. Shame, it would have made him a bit more recognizable. Either way, at least he and this stranger have something in common.

"I understand. I haven't been human in a long time either. Though I don't think it's been centuries... It must be difficult."

[warriorscribe]

"I don't know what to think."

Enoch slowly stood up. He hadn't heard Ryoji's voice enough to know the name that went with it, so he was as much a stranger to him in this state.

[notsogrimreaper]

"I know... I don't know what to think either."

He pauses, and then when he speaks again, he sounds a bit sheepish. Clearly Enoch won't need to worry about him being a stranger much longer.

"Sorry, I forgot. You can't really tell who I am... I don't know if we've met, but I'm Ryoji Mochizuki."