Fantasy Saturday After Midnight

[Kal]

The Players in this Game


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[Kal]

Name: Lucia Sans


Age: 14


Year in High School: 1st (Freshman)


Affiliations: Her buddies from middle school. Her BFF Alina included.


Height: 5'4"

Appearance Details:

Spoiler

A bit on the lanky side, with some baby-fat still on her face. She's got dark hair and skin that could use a little more sun, but Lucia's a fairly indoorsy type. No piercings, pretty much gets mistaken for a middle-schooler, though she was in middle-school last year so it isn't too far of a stretch. She likes layers, wearing layers, so come winter-time, like now, she's in her element. Boots on socks on stockings, and one of those cute frilly skirts; coats on lighter coats on shirt on undershirt. She loves ear-mufflers. They're absolutely cute in her eyes, and she has a stupidly large collection of them.

Midnight Comes:

One week ago...


When did it get this late?! Lucia bolted upright, no sun in the sky. From under the tree, she cursed softly, and then turned around, apologizing to the tree for her words. There was no-one around for her to pretend like she thought her actions were weird. There was no-one around for good reason. Checking her wristwatch, she was oldschool like that, the girl went pale. Oh you've got to be-- But it was just-- How could I even sleep that long! Unlike most teens her age, Lucia didn't have a cell. It had never been a problem, she'd always just used a friend's, or she was just home, or at the library where she could borrow one. Part of her wished someone had warned her! But this little secluded area, this sanctuary of hers where she came to read books and be alone, no-one came back here. Back by this tree. Of course no-one warned her! No- one knew she was here, and now, as she her feet smacked the pavement, there was no-one around. It was eerie, like the setting of a ghost story. Don't look behind you, don't look behind, Lucia kept chanting in her head, annoyed at herself for getting her own self worked up. I really need to stop reading horror stories!


The running girl checked her wristwatch. 11:59pm. The cold didn't even phase her, nothing did, because now that she realized that there was no way she was getting home on time, only one thought went coursing through her brain. Mom is gonna kill me!

Glow: ...


Light: ...

 

[CloudyBlueDay]

Mason Zetith

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Name: Mason Marcus Zetith


Age: 16 (17 today.)


Year in High School: 3rd - Junior


Affiliations: Zach, played by Seanzah Angel, is one of his only good friends. He hangs out with kids on the basketball team. He enjoys the company of Bastion from time to time. Otherwise, Mason keeps to himself.


Height: 5'11"

Appearance Details: Mason has dark olive skin, with dirty sand blonde hair. He's got splotchy but cute freckles, just like his mom, primarily on the nose and cheekbones, as well as freckles on his shoulders too. And the brightest blue eyes that seem to pierce your soul. He stands at a fairly normal height for boys his age, 5'11", but since he plays basketball he is rather in shape.


Midnight Comes:

December 19th was his birthday.


He woke up just the same, a little yawn and shrug, threw a shirt on. It was only when he sat down at the kitchen table to pour himself a bowl of cereal did he remember. Or, he was reminded.


"MASON!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!" His mom shrieked, grabbing him by the shoulders from behind and shaking him. Mason furiously blinked, startled. "Mo-om. It's 7am." He moaned. "Shush! You're not allowed to be grumpy on your birthday." His mom said, disappearing into the kitchen. A moment later she came out with a single cupcake, red velvet, his favorite. In the middle was a lit candle. Mason grinned as his mom set it down in front of him, and pushed the cereal bowl away, giving him a glare. "Eating cereal on your birthday. I am ashamed, Mason. Ashamed." He rolled his eyes.


"Well, go on, blow the candle out and make a wish!" Mason smiled and closed his eyes, pretending to think. A moment later, he made a pufferfish face and blew out the candles. His mom clapped. "Wonderful!" She squealed, giving him a big hug. "Look at my boy, all grown up. Seventeen years old." She sighed, a mix of both a happy and sad sigh. "Mom, can I have a few minutes to wake up please?" "Oof. You're such a party-pooper."


After Mason was given a few minutes to take a quick shower and brush his teeth and change, his mom took over on birthday festivities once again. His mom presented him him with a very small wrapped package, one that jingled when he shook it. He ripped it open excitedly, only to find a pair of.. toy keys.


He held them up, an eyebrow raised. "Does this lead to my toy car?" He said, not trying to be rude but rather confused. His mom giggled. "Tomorrow, since it isn't open today, we'll go to the junk yard together and get you a car. I know it's not a brand new one, but my first car wasn't new either and-" Mason had cut her off with a hug. "Thank you so much." He said breathlessly. His own car. He didn't care if it was a piece of junk, he'd love it all the same.


He and his mom hung out after that. They went to lunch, walked around the mall, even if they didn't buy anything. It was just a fun day with his mom. When it was nearing it's end, he got a call from Zach. After a very loud and obnoxious happy birthday song, Mason's ears kind of hurt but he appreciated the thought. "Since I'm a poor mofo and can't get you anything and I have no skills worth utilizing into giving you something," Zach began. Mason laughed. "I thought it would be nice to take you out to see the METEOR SHOWER TONIGHT!!!" Oooh. Now that was something Mason wanted to see. "We can watch it at my place," Mason said excitedly.


"Mom, Zach's coming over. There's supposed to be a meteor shower and-" "Do you think that's such a good idea, hun? It is Saturday after all." Mason paused. "Don't worry mom. We won't stay out past midnight. The shower should be over before midnight." Mason's mom gave a small nod, a tentative one, but she trusted him.


A little while later Mason and Zach lay on the roof of his in wait of the shower, two cans of Dr. Pepper in their hand. His mom had gone to bed. Mason didn't have a watch, and he'd left his phone inside. Not a single meteor had passed them yet, and he had no idea it was nearly midnight.


"Funny joke, Zach. There's no shower tonight, is there?" "No, no.. It's definitely tonight. Pretty sure we'll see them in an hour or two." "Whaaaat. We've already been up here forever. My mom will kill me if we're not inside by 12." "Technically we're still at your house. Just not inside of it. What's so terrible that we can't stay out, anyway?" Mason rolled his eyes and took another sip of soda. "I dunno. My mom just plays nice with the silly rumors. So I'll play nice too." Mason moved to get up off the roof. "But this is the chance of a lifetime! Now many flaming rocks are you going to see flying at thousands of miles per hour through space? Flaming rocks that would most definitely kill us if they came into our atmosphere??" "Five more minutes, Zach. I'll stay five more minutes." Mason settled back down.


The stupidest decision of his life.

Glow: Blue


Light: Pathfinder

 

[ozma]

Name: Bastian Guerra


Age: 16


Year in High School: Junior


Affiliations:


Height: 5'8 (around 4'8 in wheelchair)

Appearance Details: Thin but muscular, usually wearing a baggy t-shirt and running pants. He's ethnically South American, shown in the shade of his skin and his deep brown eyes. He uses a wheelchair that appears to have been heavily modified to allow Bastian to be more mobile than the average disabled person. Despite the immobility in his legs he seems to be full of nervous energy, as if he's ready to get up at any second for want of not staying in one place.


Midnight Comes:

"Well shit."

Bastion stared up the stars, twinkling down at him in a beautiful cloudless night sky. They seemed to be mocking him a bit, as he was seeing them through the hole he had just made in the roof.


The boy slowly rolled himself over and checked to see if anything was broken. He couldn't feel his legs... perfectly normal then. He was much less pleased when he looked over at his crutch-stilts and saw that one was snapped nearly clean in half. While the rest of his gear- the ropes, hooks and pulleys were alright- the crutch-stilts generally functioned as a pair.


It took him several minutes to quell his stream of muttered curses to realize that he didn't recognize where he was. This was unusual, as he had been exploring an abandoned complex that he thought he knew like the back of his hand. And yet on this particular night, the floor had been much less... substantial than usual. He had no idea that there was another floor below. He switched on his powerful LED light and shined it down both ends of the hallway he was now in. No doubt about it, this was unexplored territory. All the irritation he was feeling was suddenly inundated in a wave of excitement and anticipation. Every bone in his body was aching with the desire to explore (and also from the pain of falling down the hole). He pulled himself up with the remaining good crutch and braced himself against the wall. Taking careful aim with his grapple, he fired the head of it down the hallway, hearing it catch onto something in the dark. Pulling it taught, he attached the close end of the line to the wall nearby and hooked himself to it. From here he could brace and propel himself faster than crawling.


He felt a shiver run up his spine- he realized that midnight might be drawing close. He had been thinking about turning and heading back home just before he fell down the hole. But that would make him a quitter. And just when he had found something new and interesting. No, it would be fine. He would just go see what was at the end of the tunnel and he would come right back. He couldn't just leave now, it would be a bust, right after he busted his stupid gear. He ignored the quiet ticking of his wrist-watch, steadied his nerves, and launched himself into the darkness ahead.

Glow: Magenta


Light: Lightseeker

 

[Seanzah Angel]

Name: Zachary Quintin Anders


Age: 16


Year in High School: Sophomore


Affiliations: Mason, his best friend, played by CloudyBlueDay


Height: 5'8.51''


Appearance Details: Zach is a pale white ectomorphic mess with a mop of messy brown hair that never seems to settle down and be normal, even if he showers for an hour and brushes it until he feels carpet burn on his scalp. His clothes are always loose on his body from his parents buying him clothes that are too large, saying he'll grow into them eventually (though he hasn't grown since 7th grade). He has a few freckles here and there, but nothing truly noticeable. He has a heart shaped face with an aquiline nose and chocolate brown colored upturned eyes.


Midnight Comes:

Zach always woke up at exactly 7:43 every morning without an alarm or anyone telling him to get up. His eyes would simply open, followed by his legs catapulting him out of his bed and into his extremely simple morning routine: ruffle hair until clean-looking, put on new shirt and pants, maybe change underwear, and on a school day he would grab his backpack and sketch book and art supplies and make way for the bus. But today was Saturday, so he could already start on his drawing before then. He had heard on the radio that there was supposed to be a meteor shower that night, so he was inspired to draw space things.

His first drawing was of a normal meteor shower. Flaming rocks falling from above, hurdling through space at thousands of miles an hour. But he quickly became bored of that drawing so he began drawing aliens emerging from within the meteors to land and begin taking over Earth. His third drawing was of a large alien that resembled a spider-beetle hybrid, with sharp pincers and a mouth frothing with poisonous foam. Behind the alien was the broken meteor rock and high flames that seemed to engulf the alien, with part of its body being covered with the flame.


They were badass drawings, of course.


Then it was time for TV! Animal Planet, Discovery Channel, History Channel, and Cartoon Network were all of his favorite channels. All of them inspired him to draw cool things and make amazing art, but when he clicked on the Menu button it showed the boy the date and time. It was December 19th. His best friend Mason's birthday! How could Zach almost forget? He rolled out of his bed and scrambled to find his phone, probably burried undearneath a mountain of dirty clothes, or inside of a shoe somewhere. He didn't use his phone often - it was just there for texting and calling people occasionally.


He held the 1 button down to speed dial Mason, and without missing a beat after hearing the delay between the ringing and the 'click' of Mason answering, Zach belted out in an extremely off-key voice the Happy Birthday song. It was loud of course, and extremely obnoxious, but summed up their friendship rather well. And of course he had to bring up the meteor shower! Mason was a space junkie after all. He loved that kind of lame stuff. "Since I'm a poor mofo and can't get you anything and I have no skills worth utilizing into giving you something," Zach began. Mason laughed. "I thought it would be nice to take you out to see the METEOR SHOWER TONIGHT!!!" After it was cleared with Mason's mother, Zach hung up happily and continued to watch his TV shows, drawing weird animals and characters whenever the inspiration struck him.


Later that night Mason and Zach lay on the roof in wait of the shower with a can of Dr. Pepper in their hands. Mason's mom had gone to bed, leaving the two boys to have total control over what they did - sorta. Mason didn't have a watch, and he'd left his phone inside. Not a single meteor had passed them yet, and he had no idea it was nearly midnight. Zach never had his phone and hated wearing watches, but he had a feeling it was getting pretty close to midnight.


"Funny joke, Zach. There's no shower tonight, is there?"


"No, no... It's definitely tonight. Pretty sure we'll see them in an hour or two." He knew he heard the radio said something like midnight, but he also wasn't a very good listener. It could have said 1AM or 2AM. Who knows.


"Whaaaat. We've already been up here forever. My mom will kill me if we're not inside by 12."


"Technically we're still at your house. Just not inside of it. What's so terrible that we can't stay out, anyway?" Zach asked inquisitively, his eyes glued to the sky. He saw a shooting star, but no meteors. He closed his eyes and wished upon the star that tonight would be eventful and would bring some excitement or something fun. Or something.


Mason rolled his eyes and loudly took another sip of soda. "I dunno. My mom just plays nice with the silly rumors. So I'll play nice too." Mason moved to get up off the roof.


Zach bolted upright to sit up, grabbing the bottom of Mason's pant leg. "But this is the chance of a lifetime! Now many flaming rocks are you going to see flying at thousands of miles per hour through space? Flaming rocks that would most definitely kill us if they came into our atmosphere??"


"Five more minutes, Zach. I'll stay five more minutes." Mason settled back down and sat down next to him. Five more minutes definitely wasn't enough for the meteor shower, but maybe they would get lucky and see something by then. Maybe.


Probably wasn't a good idea.

Glow: Orange


Light: HMMM

 

[DoughGuy]

Name: Craig Watson


Age: 16


Year in High School: Junior


Affiliations: Shitty asshole friends who totally cancelled on him without telling him and forgetting his phone had nothing to do with it


Height: 162.5cm

Appearance Details: Slight frame, blue eyes (the picture lies!), he has an absolutely amazing legendary chin. He wears his hair loosely, letting it fall however it does when he's out of the shower. Unnoticeable and average.





Midnight Comes:

Craig hit escape, bringing up the game's menu and quickly saved it before exiting. It was the weekend and he'd spent a lot of his time during the afternoon and evening playing. More than normal. Too much. Maybe, if he was truly honest with himself, he would admit he was a little nervous about tonight. And possibly hoping he would have gotten lost in a virtual world and stayed inside past the time he was meant to leave. But that wasn't happening, it was only 10pm and his head already had hints of an ache that he would prefer to avoid.


He shut off the whole computer and spent a few moments kneading his temples, pushing back the ache. Once he got outside into the soft illumination of the streetlights he would fine. He stood up and tucked in his chair. As he left his room he flicked off the light and pulled the door closed behind him. Now came the tricky part, made worse by the fact he'd left it off until late to leave. Getting out of the house. He had to decide whether he went for speed or confidence.


He walked down the hallway to the front door. "I'm heading out for a quick bike ride." he said and not giving his parents or siblings a chance to reply he opened the door and left.


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Half an hour later his phone began to buzz as it received multiple texts. One by one his friends were calling their event off. But in choosing speed Craig had forgotten to take it with him.


~***~


Craig pulled up on his bike at the park, a little surprised that no one else was there yet. They'd agreed to all meet kind of far from their homes, near the city edge. It gave them an excuse to give their parents for why they hadn't got back in time. Hanging out with your friends, it was so easy to lose track of time and realise you weren't going to make it back home. To alleviate suspicion everyone was meant to leave early. He thought with his bike ride he'd be the last for sure.


He climbed off the bike then reached up and wiped the sweat off his forehead. It was dark, very dark, but there weren't any trees or buildings to obscure details. There really wasn't anyone there. The boy frowned and spark of annoyance grew. He went to grab his phone and call someone to see where they were, but his hand passed over an empty pocket. He froze for a second as he realised he'd left it at home in his rush. Why hadn't he realised earlier when he was riding?


He looked around, suddenly fearful. No one else was here. It was so dark, and had to be getting really close to midnight. He realised without his phone he only had the moon to go by for what time it was. He'd been using it during his bike ride but now its inaccuracy hit him hard. He didn't want to be out here. Not alone. Swallowing he swung himself back onto the bike and began pedaling. He was sure he had time to make it home. He had plenty of practice riding. And when he got home he'd tear those assholes a new one. Fuck them, leaving him out here alone, he thought they'd been different.

Glow: Light Purple


Light: Nightpiercer

 

[katseye]

Name: Alex S. Sulta


Age: 16


Year in High School: 3 (Current Junior)


Affiliations: (NPCs, PCs, or otherwise) Best friend Adrian, who has known him since he moved to Alita City. Is with a lot of band kids when not with him. (Family: Dad and Younger Brother who live with him. Mother who isn't around.)


Height: 5'7"


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Appearance Details: Alex is skinny, and very insecure about his body. Bright, long orange hair that he swears is natural, that's typically kept in a ponytail is just out (he keeps breaking those stupid hair ties!). Has never had a hair cut and is afraid to. Pale skin. Pretty in shape (especially those killer calves!) from the recently ended marching band season. Really likes scarves and hoodies. Owns mostly sweatpants and a few pairs of jeans. Only has sneakers and one pair of really fashionable boots. May or may not wear binders. He hates the cold, but will never complain about it, remembering a freezing snowy night at an marching competition.


Midnight Comes:

Alex was not having a great time. He was at some house party, but it was anything but entertaining. At least, that was the case from Alex's standpoint. He felt trapped in the filthy couch that smelled like old Doritos and sneakers. His captors were about two inches away from his face were a senior and a freshman who were really going at it with their make out session. With a loud annoyed sigh as his phone’s battery wasted away, Alex abruptly shoved them over so he could stand up, making his way to find Adrian so they could get out of this dump.

Speaking of that nerd, it was his fault that they were even here in the first place. Alex began to recall the conversation.


…It was a cool, sunny day. The ‘Double A Battery’, as Adrian called it, duo was walking home together after yet another day of education.


"…Dude, I'm tellin' ya, y’should really come to this party."


"I don't know... The parties you try to bring me to always smell like Axe Body Spray and terrible music taste. Nasty." Alex stuck their tongue out playfully at the other, who laughed.


"Hey, m’just tryin’ t’look out for ya!" Adrian offered an air pat, seeing as how Alex had a deep hatred for physical contact. "Besides, the music isn't that terrible."


"Oh, gross! You actually like that pop garbage?" Alex said, laughing between his words.


"Oi, I didn’ say all that! Just saying it's not that bad…"


After that point, Alex couldn't even remember what happened, but he assumed Adrian must have used his signature charm to convince him to go. And it worked. When Adrian spoke, it was like hypnotism. And speaking of the kid…


After traversing the Sea of Terrible and Popular Dances and a wrong turn to two individuals who were doing something probably illegal in the bathroom, Alex found Adrian stood in the kitchen, speaking with who was presumed to be the host and other friends. Adrian turned his head and smiled, giving a small wave to Alex, who pulled him away from the group.


“Hey, Al! How’ve ya been? Enjoyin’ the party?” The friend greeted, smiling widely.


“Definitely not. I’m ready to leave. C’mon let’s go.” Alex expressed, clearly unhappy.


“What?! What’s wrong with the party?” Adrian said, surprised and looking a bit offended.


“Atmosphere. Specifically the community and of course the music.” Alex turned toward the door. “Grab your stuff so we can leave.”


“What? Definitely not! M’havin’ a great time! If you want to leave, you can, but I’d prefer it if you stayed here with me.”


Alex looked at the ground. “Well…” He stopped, letting out a frustrated sigh. “Nope. Sorry dude, not this time. I’m going home. Call me in the morning.”


After the exchange, both members of the duo looked defeated. Alex left through the back door, walking into the late night. Stars filled the clear night sky; Alex looking at them as he left the party atmosphere. The music fades and he sighs. He reached for his phone, but simply saw the signature empty battery. He let out a quiet chuckle. ‘Thanks a lot, Apple.’ he thought to himself. He probably would've been in more of a frantic run than a casual walk down the block if he’d known it was almost midnight.

Glow: Periwinkle


Light: Nightscorcher

 

[ViAdvena]

Name: Lilianne Ross


Age: 14


Year in High School: 1st (Freshman)


Affiliations: The engineering club in her school. Family consist of a mother, two brothers and one sister.


Height: 5'3"

Appearance Details: A dainty young girl. She has fair skin that tan easily under the sun. Her eyes are blue with a hint of gray, like sky after rain. Her short hair is blonde and curled softly around her face. Seems to have a fondness for ribbons, if her clothes are any indication. She almost always wears red headband that could double function as hair tie when she needs it. Despite looking young, her often thoughtful expression gives her an air of maturity.





Midnight Comes:

11:00 PM

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The other club members had left earlier, except Lilianne. Her eyes narrowed in concentration as she fixed the last circuit. Good, no more error. Now the lower part of the robot was finished. Well, that's enough for today...right? She glanced at the clock. Still an hour before midnight. Home was around twelve minutes walk from this school. Cleaning and locking the electronic lab need five minutes. Forty three minutes left. Hmm, maybe she could begin creating the upper part of the robot. Yes, that could do, she thought while humming as she pulled out the tools needed for the work.

11:09 PM

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Her hands skillfully assembled the needed modules, her eyes occasionally checked the blue prints beside her. Wires connected to here, censor there, making sure the microcontroller was programmed right...

11:42 PM

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...Wonder what measure is not-sentient? She pondered as she made sure the joint could rotate 360 degree. If robots became as intelligent as human, wouldn't Asimov's Three Laws be considered discriminative? Wait, what time is it? Lily looked up at the clock. Oh, just in time. She put the metal down and began to tidy up her table. Talk about cleaning, I wonder why Anna said no need to trouble myself when I want to help her cleaning, but she looked disappointed when I left. She zipped her bag. Did she actually want me to help her? But why she said the opposite then? She turned off the lamp and closed the lab's door. And auntie looked enthusiastic when I told her I have a plan for Saturday night, but deflated when I said it's club project. What's wrong with club project? There's many more question in her head about people around her. People sure are strange.

11:50 PM

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-Then Sam said she only have to sit and look pretty while the other do their work. That's a compliment, right? Then why was Debbie offended? Lily was still pondering about yesterday's event as she walked to home. She looked up. The sky is so clear, I heard there will be meteor shower tonight. Wonder if auntie and uncle are still up...then the door won't be lock-wait, she suddenly remembered, have I locked the lab? Her eyes widened in realization. I haven't!

11:53 PM

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...I have. Lily sprinted back to the lab only to find that the lab's door was locked already. She then looked at her watch. Seven minutes left. Perhaps she could make it by running, but if she couldn't, she hoped her aunt and uncle won't get too mad. They're very adamant about the Saturday's curfew, but surely a minute difference won't be a big deal...

11:59 PM

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She could see her house on the end of the street. Just a little more-

00:00 AM

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Glow: Soft yellow


Light: ...

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