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phantasmalrift2018-06-10 11:47 pm
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IC INTRO - JUNE '18
After the fight with the siren has settled, those characters with phones hooked to the KEystone network will get a text -
Okay, everyone, you had better come back in. There's a storm brewing just off the coast.
Even given Up's usual professionalism, it seems rather... subdued?
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For once, there are no androids at all to greet you upon your return, or arrival, as the case may be. A shelter has been set up for the boats on the shoreline of Glitterstone, however. By the time you tromp up the lighthouse stairs to the level of the Station itself, the sky is beginning to grey with the promised storm.
There's not the typical feast outside, but there is a fairly extensive taco bar set up in the common room, left unattended as well. The room sign-up sheet and boxes of freebies are also there, complete with the Braille versions, and a note at the bottom of both room sheets reads "If all rooms are full, space has been made in the meeting rooms on the top floor. We'll have additional rooms available as soon as possible."
It does appear that someone has updated the murder counter while you were away, however, for the turning of the week. It now reads 15 weeks without murder.
Other than that, you're free to explore, including in the newly finished sections of the Annex (should you be willing to brave the storm to get between buildings). However, wherever you go, the androids are almost conspicuously absent - even in the medical bay and Down's workstation in the command center.
The meeting room they have for their own private use is securely closed and locked.
Okay, everyone, you had better come back in. There's a storm brewing just off the coast.
Even given Up's usual professionalism, it seems rather... subdued?
----
For once, there are no androids at all to greet you upon your return, or arrival, as the case may be. A shelter has been set up for the boats on the shoreline of Glitterstone, however. By the time you tromp up the lighthouse stairs to the level of the Station itself, the sky is beginning to grey with the promised storm.
There's not the typical feast outside, but there is a fairly extensive taco bar set up in the common room, left unattended as well. The room sign-up sheet and boxes of freebies are also there, complete with the Braille versions, and a note at the bottom of both room sheets reads "If all rooms are full, space has been made in the meeting rooms on the top floor. We'll have additional rooms available as soon as possible."
It does appear that someone has updated the murder counter while you were away, however, for the turning of the week. It now reads 15 weeks without murder.
Other than that, you're free to explore, including in the newly finished sections of the Annex (should you be willing to brave the storm to get between buildings). However, wherever you go, the androids are almost conspicuously absent - even in the medical bay and Down's workstation in the command center.
The meeting room they have for their own private use is securely closed and locked.

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We were much more clandestine back home.
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Now for the other matter.] Didn't think things could change that much in seven years.
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[...Wait.]
Wait a minute, you said...seven years?
[That number seems significant to him.]
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September, 2009. [There was a huge typhoon, "the largest one on record", in September 2009.] I know they can manipulate time and space, but...
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[He remembers the time everyone else saw it, and then it was as if it never happened, up until the first time he entered the Metaverse...that was at the start of 2010.]
So, is that why you were asking about the length of a day?
[He...almost sounds hopeful, if nervous.]
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You know about it. [This is significant, and even through his fever his attitude...shifts, somehow. Less dazed, less uncertain, stronger, more hardened. A warrior.]
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January....so that's when they finish it. It will end. Something seems off, but the important part is that it will end. But...he forgot? How could someone forget it...?
Minato's hands still, and he's quiet for a long moment.]
You deserve an explanation. We call it the Dark Hour.
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I see. I'm just glad to meet someone else who knows about it. They always told me I was making it up, or having bad dreams.
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It's happened every night without fail for the last ten years. Iwatodai's the source.
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You're lucky. They hunt anyone who doesn't transmogrify. They're all over Iwatodai. [Most may be confined to Tartarus, but it's not like none are ever found outside...and it seems like more and more are escaping notice, with how the Lost multiply by the day.]
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I also didn't tend to go outside during Dark Hour, it was...a little much for an eleven year old.
[They also had no way of knowing he didn't have any way to take advantage of his potential yet, so there's also that.]
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Iwatodai has a...nest of them. Never seen anything like it anywhere else. [He doesn't have a lot of clear memories of those years, but he thinks he'd remember other structures like Tartarus marring the horizon.] Can tell you how it started.
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[Sorry, kitty, he's standing back up now. Gonna find somewhere with chairs.]
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We can sit on the couch in the common room, assuming nobody else is taking it up. If not, there's chairs at the glass table.
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...So...where should I start...?
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Why not with...whatever you know of just what the Dark Hour is? All I know is that time seems to be frozen, and most people transform into coffins. Not to mention...water looking like blood.
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It's a 'hidden' twenty-fifth hour. Only those with the potential to use a Persona can experience it and act freely. Everyone else transmogrifies...those who don't are usually found with Apathy Syndrome the next day, the result of Shadows feeding on their minds. Electronics and machines don't operate, so there's no way for ordinary people to learn of it.
[There are exceptions to these rules, but...that's the gist of what, exactly, the hour is.]
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You mean, wild Shadows were preying on the Shadows of ordinary people, and causing that catatonic state?
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Preying on the people themselves. Kurusu-san said you have some other world you fight in. We don't. [A pause.] What do you mean Shadows of ordinary people?
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Their...Shadows. Their innermost selves, that represent the beliefs and desires they hide from the world. Didn't you hear yours when you Awoke?
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[Although that description sounds a little like a Persona...can't be, though.]
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I'm...kind of surprised you didn't already know that, though. It seemed pretty obvious once I learned we could talk to Shadows and convince them to become new Personas.
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