Jay

[Jay was pretty lucky this past week...or was he? He missed the amnesia plague, because the Malnosso had decided to use him to play a cruel joke. In your living room (or in the backyard if the house/apartment is too small) is a coffin, with one half of the lid open. Jay is sleeping inside said coffin, dressed in a formal suit (top-left image), his hands folded neatly over his torso. He appears as if ready for his own funeral...but you may want to make sure he's actually dead before you bury him. Luckily for Jay, he's a very light sleeper.]

[Voice]

[Later on, there'll be a short voice broadcast from him, not addressed to anyone in particular.]

It's October, according to this world's calendar. It was October when I was drawn here three years ago. I hope you're satisfied!

[The last word comes out as a vicious hiss.]

[The feed starts with a quite audible, distinctive and very exasperated sigh.]

Could we just...pretend this last experiment never happened?

[He just wants to forget about it, but something is preventing him from doing so. He still has the flowers that Vincent Valentine gave him sitting on his desk, and he can't stop staring at them. He has to get rid of them...but he can't just throw them away. That just doesn't feel right for some reason. But he needs to do something before they turn into a bunch of dead things. Hmm...putting them in a garden sounds nice. The first garden that comes to mind is Memorial Garden. The perfect place.]

[So he takes the flowers and heads over to the Memorial Garden. Once he reaches it, he'll just toss each flower into it at random places, one flower at a time.]

[Since Jay is seeing all these people wondering what happened over the weekend, he decides to address it all at once.]

So we've had another weekend that no one remembers. It seems to be a pattern, at least for as long as I've been here...although it was a bit late this year. The Malnosso aren't entirely unpredictable, though they do like to alter things a bit. I don't know what happened during these weekends, but I'm inclined to believe their statement that we're better off not knowing. If it was an experiment, as I suspect, I would rather not remember it.

[There, is everyone happy? Good. He doesn't care.]

[The first thing Jay notices when he wakes up is how...quiet it is, how...empty it is in the apartment. Even more so than when he had lived alone for almost two years. Something isn't right. Surely Moses would be up and about by now, and there's no way he could sneak out without Jay knowing.]

[Jay gets out of bed and looks around the room. Sure enough, there's no sign of the bandit's belongings.]

Moses? ...Giet?

[This can't be happening. They can't send Moses home so soon, they just can't. There were so many things Jay was looking forward to – taking revenge for the last experiment for one, and seeing Moses looking even more ridiculous in future experiments for another. Damn those Malnosso...]

[Jay returns to his bed and picks up his journal with a long, silent pause. He won't cry for the stupid bandit...but still his voice cracks quite a bit when he speaks into his journal.]

Moses...

Moses Sandor is...gone...

[Well, it almost seems like a normal morning in Luceti. (But then again, is there such thing as "normal" in Luceti?) Jay sits up in his bed, immediately taking note of the loose lavender sleeves he's wearing. Alarmed, he throws the covers off to see the rest of the dress; long, lavender, sparkly and shiny. Even more alarmed, he jumps out of bed...only to lose his balance on the lavender high-heels he's wearing, falling to the floor. He gets up and runs precariously to the bathroom to look himself in the mirror.]

[Oh dear Nerifes, why is he wearing a dress of all things? It's even complete with a sparkling tiara. He immediately rips the tiara off and throws it...but it only reappears on his head mere seconds later. So this is going to be one of those experiments, is it?]

[Jay steps out of the bathroom, making sure Moses isn't around. Hopefully he's taken Giet out for his morning walk by now. So Jay returns to his bed and grabs his journal.

All right...just what are the Malnosso up to this time? Isn't it a little early for Halloween?



[OOC: Chronologically, the action thread with Moses will come last, when he kidnaps this pretty "princess.".]

Well, I'm sure many of you are as disappointed as I am that this last draft turned out to be, to put it mildly, an utter disaster. Yes, I agree that the Malnosso are idiots for sending noncombatants into the field, and even more so with the abnormal shift effects. But that's not the point.

The point is that there's no reason to complain about all of this. The Malnosso won't listen, and they'll continue to draft us, whether we can fight or not. Knowing this, we cannot afford to let our guard down even for a second. People have been offering classes for learning how to fight, so you noncombatants should take advantage of them if you value your lives. We know what the Third Party has in store for us. We know that these drafts have been happening for over a year now, and we know that anyone can be drafted at any given time without warning. I would strongly suggest that people start preparing now for the next draft. There's really no excuse for being unprepared at this point.

[He sounds harsh, but he's really trying to be helpful.]

[Unfortunately, Jay's plan to hide from the madness caused by the experiment was fruitless, as he found himself in need of necessities.]

Fine time to run out of supplies! Oh bother…

Don't bother wishing that you were unaffected by this experiment. It's just as inconvenient for those of us who haven't turned into anything.

[Is this his odd way of trying to cheer up the population? Who knows?]

[After his announcement, Jay will make his way through the village to the shops, trying to dodge the big things, and trying not to squash the little things.]

Can we just get rid of this holiday and be done with it?

[All this love stuff is starting to make him ill. So he'll be going to the lake to get away from all the romantic bliss. Or at least he'll try to.]

[OOC: First comment reserved for Viki. Okay, feel free!]

[Today the voice sounds innocent and semi-high-pitched.]

Wh…what's happened to my voice? Suddenly I don't quite feel like myself. I feel all right, and yet I…

[He panics as he realizes what he's become.]

Ooooorrrrrrrs!

[Those who know him may recognize that he's still wearing his normal clothes.]

When I compare the Halloween ball to the one last year, this one was far worse.

Giles, are you still in favor of the costume bonfire that we discussed?

[While he's addressing Giles, he leaves it unfiltered, because he wouldn't mind other people joining in. After all, the more costumes they burn, the bigger the fire will be.]

So many different animals appearing lately. So they kept their promise after all. Does this mean that…?

[Action]

[And Jay could be found in the plaza once again, observing all thee Lucetians and their newly acquired pets. If they're all showing up, then surely there must be an Oresoren lurking around somewhere, right? Jay looked around, hopeful…]

[Feel free to bug him and//or introduce him to your pets?]

[Hey Luceti, guess who's being cynical again.]

Just when we thought the Malnosso were doing something right in sending some people home, they had to trip up and make a phenomenal mess. And now they're bringing in new people again. It feels like we're right back where we started. Will this nonsense ever come to an end?

For those who are new here, you have Raine Sage's guide, and the Welcome Center to help you get acquainted with our situation. There are countless other villagers here who will help you as well. But whatever you do, try not to get too comfortable. This place isn't all sunshine and roses.

[As if the events of this month weren't any indication…]

[OOC: I meant to wait until Saturday to post this, but this upcoming mod plot forces me to push things forward a bit. So I'll be making quite a few entries this week.]

There's something I need to know. How many people were forced into this battle unwillingly? And among them, how many are pure civilians, unable to assist the fighters in any way?

Ors…

[That voice isn't Jay's…but the following voice is, and it sounds somewhat shaky.]

…There haven't been any New Feathers…people are seeing and hearing things that aren't real, and…

Ors…

[A shuffle follows, with the sound of a chair being knocked over and Jay's hands slamming against the window. He's looking around to see any sign of some certain otters. He certainly can't ignore them if they're really here.]

[Even after the Tease assault has ended, anyone who looks up at the second floor of C3 might see Jay still staring out his window. He sighs like a bored child watching a bad play.]

Is it over?

...

It looks like my question will be answered sooner than I expected.

And the farce continues, just as I suspected.

(I wonder who will be the next to die.)

[And yes, Jay feels like taking another tour of the mountains. Solitude is good for him. Or so he thinks. He won't be going as far as last time, but he'll just pick a random spot to sit down and browse through his journal.]

[ooc: And yes, Jay's thoughts will be displayed in red text.]

I'm not thrilled about getting involved, but at this rate, it seems that I have no choice. I cannot just stand by and let this continue.

Hmm. It seems there are many people in Luceti who are not human. I'm curious as to how many different species there are?

[ooc: At this point, I'll just assume that Jay is no longer affected by this event.]

I'm back.

[It just won't do to have people continue to worry about him. And he certainly does not want to repeat the incident with Nami.]

[In the meantime, Jay can be found at the barracks, getting back into his training regimen. After being sick for more than a month, he needs to get his skills back into shape, and beyond, if at all possible. Especially now that he's volunteered to help fight off the Third Party. Plus there was little else to do in Luceti anyway.]

[Anyone who wanders by the barracks will witness Jay throwing daggers at the targets, and hitting the bull's eye each time.]

[After listening to the commotion with Yuber and Vash...]

So many righteous heroic types want to go after that man in black. So clichéd. I'm not thrilled about him roaming free either, but pursuing him is both reckless and pointless.

( (Private) )

[Action]

[Jay is beginning to set his gag-gifting plan in motion. He's gathered a large number of crickets and packed them into a pretty green box, tied shut with a pretty red ribbon. He's also attached a tag to it, addressing it to Nami, but the "From" line is left blank.]

[After that, Jay tracks Nami's home address and leaves the present outside the door. He knocks on the door and then quickly flees the scene before anyone sees him. He hides behind a corner, waiting to hear the sound of the door opening.]

[So why is he doing this? Let's just call it payback. Jay is NOT happy that Nami had walked out on him last week. Really, how can she be so insensitive?]

[Jay continues to wait, wishing he could see the look on Nami's face when she opens her little gag gift...]

Voice // Filtered from Nami and her housemates

Hmm...I wonder if I should put together a gift for Kadaj while I'm at it?

( Private // 50% Unhackable )

[/End Filter]

[Jay is cut off by the sound of heavy footsteps barging into the room.]

[A startled gasp, followed by an annoyed sigh.] Would you please knock, you inconsiderate—Hey! L-Let go of me!

[The footsteps fade, and the journal falls silent.]

This cold weather gives this place a gloomy atmosphere. A lot of people have been here for a year, even two years. And it's just the beginning for me. I can't say I'm looking forward to being somebody's lab rat for two years. I certainly don't intend to be stuck here that long.

But right now, there's nothing I can do except bide my time.

That amusement park appearing and disappearing overnight...that thing that attacked me...I wonder what else I have to look forward to?