towerofanimus | A dead man's wish

Characters: Everyone.
Setting: Everywhere, July 11th
Format: Whatever you want - it's a mingle log, after all.
Summary: While Naoya gets the reveal started on the network, Enoch takes care of physical copies.
Warnings: Reveal. Info. Nothing else, inherently.

*There's something different about the tower today. Not in a big way, not like the power or glamours are out. For one thing, everyone with a mailbox will get this note, unsigned:

Souls in our world are defined as the self. Even those without anything that can be considered a soul in their own worlds would manifest one here. Souls are extremely resilient - they can be torn out of their body and survive provided they are removed in the right manner. But they shouldn't be of course - the side effects might be disastrous in ways we can't quite understand. It's happened here before. Souls can be torn out of this world the same as in any other. Here though they can split - that's extremely important. They can split and merge if you have the right skillset. Never lose your soul in the Tower of Animus. None of yours are yet lost - but never lose it! They won't come back whole if you let her swallow them up. The power must have gone by now - she'll want to restore the tower. Everyone who ended up trapped on their own worlds is now in grave danger! She can't take souls as Zo can, but she can siphon them and she can squeeze all the energy out of them.

As soon as this message is decoded put it in as many places as possible! Put it on the network make copies and plaster them on the walls. Do everything you can so that as many people read this message as possible. There isn't enough energy to erase everyone's memories!

Remember - souls born here can be split and reabsorbed here. A soul born elsewhere can be split there, but there's no way to put it back together unless you can put it back where it's supposed to be.

Not everything is as fake as it seems. Your souls are here and you have all been drugged to keep certain aspects of yourselves contained but every part of you is here. You can use that against them if you can figure out how to unchain yourselves. I'm afraid you'll have Jason as your first opponent as he's the one with the keys you need. Be careful! There is information everywhere though much of it has been nearly permanently sealed. I can make it possible for you to access it, although you will all have to unlock it.

If that wasn't strange enough, you've probably seen it already. The same message is posted throughout the tower - on bathroom stalls, on walls, on tables. There are easily over a hundred pieces of paper.

And hey... Isn't that the same note "the Observer" put up on the network yesterday evening?*

((ooc: Mingle log for reactions off the network! Have fun!))

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It appeared that Rick was somewhat late to the note-posting party, since nearly every surface that could house a note was burdened with more copies of said note than was physically sustainable. Rick had collected a few of the stragglers that had fallen off their overcrowded perches and did his best to find new homes for them--much better than the alternatives crumpled in his pockets, which he had written in his left-handed chicken scratch and were all probably unreadable. Suffice to say, Rick was more than willing to spread the word; this newest revelation was not only intrinsically important to him (and everyone else in the tower), but he could also understand it, and that caught his mind nearly as much as the need to protect his world--his wife. He was still new here; Ruana (as was the popular guess) could not have had time to consume Codi's soul yet, right? She had to still be alive. There simply was no other alternative.

The other inhabitants must have been thinking the same thing to hold on to this note the way they were, Rick decided. And the fact that they could all agree on something, even after so much hardship and strife...now that was worth fighting for.

Rick went about his business with a pleasant smile.

"Insane, isn't it?"

A heavy, rumbling voice came over towards Rick from one of the comfy chairs on the 4th Floor. There was no telling how long Sephiroth had been sat there, watching people come and go. Watching Rick re-fix fallen flyers into new positions.

He'd come down a while ago from the 5th Floor with a no-lighter heart, but a much cooler facade. The piece of paper with his own copy of the message on was strewn across his lap, creased immensely from the compulsive screwing-it-up-then-opening it again.

Sephiroth's voice initially fell on deaf ears; Rick had a job set in mind and he could think of nothing else, let alone someone attempting to address him. At some point it dawned on him that someone had spoken to the room, and then a few moments later he noticed that the lounge was empty apart from the fellow on the chair and himself.

Rick stopped and visibly blanched. It had only been less than a minute since he had been spoken to, but the time to respond within non-awkward bounds had passed and he was feeling quite nervous as a result. What an odd question to be asking--as a quick look over his shoulder confirmed--a complete stranger, anyway.

Staring at a wall of posters, Rick stammered a few incomplete sentence fragments and then, deciding that none of them were appropriate, shrugged and jammed a hand in his hair.

Sephiroth doesn't like to be ignored, especially when he'd gone to the effort to make such a pointed comment. Silver eyebrows beneath curtains of silver bangs crease together as Sephiroth narrows his eyes at Rick. He doesn't quite feel compelled to move from the armchair but does adjust his posture on there just slightly; enough to eliminate any doubt that he had been addressing the other man.

"All the paper, everywhere. Don't you think?"

There was nothing friendly in that gaze, it was almost predatory the way Sephiroth now watched every minute movement the other man made.

Oh wow, that was uncomfortable. The nervous smile beginning to form on Rick's face quickly disintegrated in favor of an extremely nervous, toothy grimace. Had he done something wrong? Why was he so...intense? Was this normal?

Struggling valiantly to avoid any possible misconceptions or confrontations as a result, Rick forced himself to turn and face the intimidating fellow (although he couldn't bring himself to look at anything other than the floor) and stutter out the most difficult "yes" of his entire life. If the speech impediment hindered the reply beyond understanding, Rick also nodded several times to get the point across.

...But wait, it wasn't so odd, was it? Based on the positive reactions from the terminal post, such an outpouring of support was perhaps rather overboard, but still expected to some degree, right? Well, too late now to take that one back--besides, Rick thought maybe his instinctive answer was the one this guy wanted to hear.

"Hm."

It would probably be of some relief then, when Sephiroth looked away down to the paper in his lap once more. If the other man couldn't, or wouldn't engage him in conversation then Sephiroth doesn't have to bother keeping up appearances. He'd rather not interact with anyone at all and this other man seemed, quite satisfyingly, terrified.

"I wonder what will happen now." The musing comment was as much to himself as to Rick, as Sephiroth peering over those words once more.

A dead man's wish

One of the lounges, or dorm floor one

[Floor 4 Lounge?]

[Yeah that works!]

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