Third Field of Fonons [Action/Voice] (Backdated to the 11th)

[yourfononsarewhack]

[Action]

[Once there was a mansion - built on a legacy of oiling, wealth and a pure, sterile family pride. But that was all just a dream. Jade found himself instead standing in an empty plot of land. He kneeled down, pressing his hand against his forehead as he remembered. He remembered everything and everyone he really was. The man who was born as Jade Balfour, who used to scowl at the types of shameless nobles that he had just been living the life of. The first thing he thought of was at least a dozen better tactics that he could have used against Zompano. Then he thought of his true family - his true life - all the damage he had caused. Once again, his greatest and only true weapon - his mind - had been infiltrated and misused by other inhabitants of this world. This was getting to be very frustrating.

And there was more anger burning inside him - familiar to him, but in a way he couldn't quite put his finger on. Either way, he is set to get to the bottom of this. No need to waste time licking his wounds. No time to think about - what Zompano had done to him. And how he had survived...

He spends his time staggering throughout Luceti, where earlier that day there was a whole city and automobiles. As he does so, his red eyes are all the more glaringly obvious sans his glasses. He trudges his way all the way up to Community House 1 - to lock himself in his workshop, and his research. He only lingers outside of Community House 7 - he knows already that Rapunzel lives her. This place had made them family once before after all, but that time was much more bizarre and vaguely remembered. He hesitates, wondering whether or not he should pay a visit. Either way, he eventually makes his way to his workshop in House 1 and is back to his research. He has to piece together exactly what happened. Now that his memory is back, he remembers that first night - the lights on the barrier. To think... they'd truly been invaded.]

[Voice]

[Eventually, he takes out his journal. And mechanically bangs a few pans together into it. Maybe that should snap the fellow inhabitants back into attention. This matter was something that absolutely had to be discussed, after all.]

Rise and shine, everyone. Let's not dawdle on this. I understand that at the moment, most of you must be dealing with something that feels akin to a hangover of a cosmic scale. However, we are all very due for a debriefing. Or, in more layman's terms: let's review what in the blazes just happened.

[ooc: You can consider this a placeholder post of sorts. Feel free to wait until more event stuff plays out before tagging in if that will help - and similarly some of Jade's tags here may be on hold while more of his own event stuff actually plays out.]

Comments

[voice]

[paladinlost]

For over a week, most of the village was affected by a Shift that made them believe they were native to this world, with different families and histories. We were affected by a similar Shift over two years ago; however, this time it was apparently an attempt at a takeover, rather than a regular experiment.

[This time it was also much less pleasant.]

Is that an acceptable starting point for a review?

[voice]

[yourfononsarewhack]

I'd say it's decent enough. [He says with a casual, mildly sarcastic air.] Now, I must admit that I'm curious about this other experiment. Can you think of particular similarities and differences between these two Shifts? If this truly was the Third Party, I find it unusual that they would utilize something so similar to a Malnosso experiment.

[voice]

[paladinlost]

The basics were the same: the villagers were made to believe that they had spent their whole lives here, with different families and abilities. But back then...

[That part is slightly harder to explain properly.]

The atmosphere was different. That other village was a very united community, working together to plan a festival to honor Sir Catherine. And the "families" there were much more chaotic. You had parents that were the same age as their children, relatives that were linked to nearly everyone in the village. There were no additional inhabitants either, only ourselves.

[voice]

[yourfononsarewhack]

It certainly sounds like particularly bizarre mess. [He takes in all the details and thinks them over.]

'Sir Catherine'. Am I correct in assuming that this refers to the former head of the Malnosso known as Catherine? [He'd met him once, at the last draft.] I doubt that he was involved in the invasion, but it's still curious that this time around, those of status were associated with being 'Catherians'. Either way, the primary connection that would come to mind between Catherine and our esteemed Lord Mayor [The latter choice having some sarcasm pumped into it] seems to be an issue of ego.

[voice]

[paladinlost]

You are indeed. He showed himself in public, during that festival, and we were quite happy to see him. I could not tell you why, however; I cannot recall what made him so important at the time.

[Too busy with his kids and his horrible drinks, he was.]

But the fact that both Shifts involved such... devotion from the villagers towards them is more than a little alarming.

[voice]

[yourfononsarewhack]

That's true. It certainly seems to be an abuse of the power that shifting can give such people over our minds. And it accomplishes the one thing that would otherwise be nearly impossible for us: total unity of the enclosure in service of the one in control. At the least, I know have to give credit to our captors for not keeping us in such a state permanently.

[voice]

[paladinlost]

Perhaps that is because they cannot do so, or at least not with their current means and resources. Shifts have been known to have unpredictable side effects, after all. Even this time, some of us were left unaffected, and others started seeing through the lies as the days went by.