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animus_ooc2013-06-01 12:00 am
animusmods) wrote in animus_ooc2013-06-01 12:00 am
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Event: Idealism; Start
The silence stretches on, and midnight approaches. It's an eerie sort of darkness--even the sky outside is black. But, just before June begins, a computerized voice sounds out over the speakers:
Dim, red lights come on throughout the Tower, illuminating everything eerily. But that's not important.
Everything you have seen in the Tower up until now has been a carefully-crafted illusion. Some things vanish entirely, like plants and grass and trees and the regular animals you may have been hunting. More solid objects, like tables and walls, still exist, but are coated with a strange film. Electricity pulses through these films in strange ways, and sometimes the pulses force the film to shift in shape and size. They form the objects you may be used to carrying about the Tower. This film is what all of the objects and animals in your trunk are.
The more impossible floors of the Tower make sense now--the strange film forms columns holding everything up that, when approached, melt back into the floor or ceiling rapidly while another descends elsewhere. Most of the Tower, in truth, is harsh metal coated with the film.
The bedrooms, though, are a bit more interesting: you haven't been sleeping in beds, but in pods that open up at the top. You may wake up submerged in liquid the same color as your collar, if you happen to sleep through all this excitement.
The food reveals itself as well: all the illusions melt away, and it's obvious: you've always been eating nutrition bars or oatmeal and drinking water. You've just been tricked, through myriad systems, into believing you're eating something else.
Of course, all of this is overlooking perhaps the most obvious change: your bodies themselves. Look in a mirror, or even just look down: you're a wireframe creation, shaped vaguely like the body you're used to, wearing a skintight catsuit like the one you woke up in. Beneath that is the same film that coats the walls. And inside--oh, inside is bright fluid, the same color as your collar, surrounding the glowing, shimmering soul that's really you--the only thing they could really bring from your world.
But oh, it's not a collar at all. You've been seeing your real neck this entire time. And, unfortunately, all powers for all characters have been disabled. Or rather, the illusion that made you think you could use your abilities has been turned off.
So, what's left that you're used to? The monsters remain. There is one sapling planted in floor 101 in real dirt. The stars and moon, oh, they were all fake, and so was the weather--but the fog remains outside.
And, of course, there are the viewfinders on floor five. Those were always real.
There are nutrition bars and water (all you've ever eaten) in the cafeteria. The worker and retrieval units, in reality clear and red wireframe humanoids (all they've ever been), remain in the Tower. The network is, for the moment, off.
Deep beneath the residential areas, something howls.
Error code 001: main power block has been exhausted. Error code 002: secondary power block has been exhausted. Error code 003: tertiary power block has been exhausted.
Switching to emergency power. Shutting off non-critical systems.
Critical error code 037: Glamour failure.
Glamour systems shutting down in five, four, three, two, one, zero.
Dim, red lights come on throughout the Tower, illuminating everything eerily. But that's not important.
Everything you have seen in the Tower up until now has been a carefully-crafted illusion. Some things vanish entirely, like plants and grass and trees and the regular animals you may have been hunting. More solid objects, like tables and walls, still exist, but are coated with a strange film. Electricity pulses through these films in strange ways, and sometimes the pulses force the film to shift in shape and size. They form the objects you may be used to carrying about the Tower. This film is what all of the objects and animals in your trunk are.
The more impossible floors of the Tower make sense now--the strange film forms columns holding everything up that, when approached, melt back into the floor or ceiling rapidly while another descends elsewhere. Most of the Tower, in truth, is harsh metal coated with the film.
The bedrooms, though, are a bit more interesting: you haven't been sleeping in beds, but in pods that open up at the top. You may wake up submerged in liquid the same color as your collar, if you happen to sleep through all this excitement.
The food reveals itself as well: all the illusions melt away, and it's obvious: you've always been eating nutrition bars or oatmeal and drinking water. You've just been tricked, through myriad systems, into believing you're eating something else.
Of course, all of this is overlooking perhaps the most obvious change: your bodies themselves. Look in a mirror, or even just look down: you're a wireframe creation, shaped vaguely like the body you're used to, wearing a skintight catsuit like the one you woke up in. Beneath that is the same film that coats the walls. And inside--oh, inside is bright fluid, the same color as your collar, surrounding the glowing, shimmering soul that's really you--the only thing they could really bring from your world.
But oh, it's not a collar at all. You've been seeing your real neck this entire time. And, unfortunately, all powers for all characters have been disabled. Or rather, the illusion that made you think you could use your abilities has been turned off.
So, what's left that you're used to? The monsters remain. There is one sapling planted in floor 101 in real dirt. The stars and moon, oh, they were all fake, and so was the weather--but the fog remains outside.
And, of course, there are the viewfinders on floor five. Those were always real.
There are nutrition bars and water (all you've ever eaten) in the cafeteria. The worker and retrieval units, in reality clear and red wireframe humanoids (all they've ever been), remain in the Tower. The network is, for the moment, off.
Deep beneath the residential areas, something howls.
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