2026-10-05: Float Up from Dream
- Cutscene: Float Up from Dream
- Cast: Isabeau Fontaine
- Where: The Fontaine Penthouse --- ???
- OOC Date: 2026-10-05
- IC Date: Sat, Jan 19 2013
- Summary: There was a terrible gas leak in Mikage-cho, years prior. Wasn't there?
OST: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Jr7xw3NLx0 Akira Yamaoka - Float Up From Dream
"What kind of creepy monster is that?! Did you see it?!"
"I barely made it into the classroom..."
"You're so brave!"
"Tchah... what brave about it? He only run."
"Weirdo! What, are monsters normal in France?!"
"This is not normal!"
"Hey, I bet if those monsters ate her, they'd be full!"
"Yeah! We'd be okay if they got full!"
"What are you saying? Ate... you want to food me?!"
"We're saying... get out!"
"Yeah! Get out!!"
"Do not push me--!!"
"Sacrifice! Sacrifice! We'll offer a sacrifice...!"
Isabeau wakes, a few hours past the Dark Hour, drenched in cold sweat. There -- bodies, clustered in a classroom in low light, the sensation of being ruled by flies. Fear, and anger, and...
And where did she learn that word? 'Sacrifice'? It's not like it was ever relevant to her life... but over and over again... a children's song, perhaps? That would explain the way it sticks in her head like a /chant./
"A nightmare," she concludes, in French, as she turns in her bed and pulls the covers up again. (She has a lovely fur throw on top to keep her warm; her father killed it /himself./) "No wonder I felt like I was speaking that damn language... bah."
Nightmares don't need to make sense. Not remembering a nightmare is perfectly normal.
Even if a lot of hers have been about school, lately...
"Woooow! You're way way way up high! I didn't know humans could fly!"
"I did not know monster can talk."
"Hmph! I talk better than you, you know!"
"You fly also better. I do not. I climb."
"Really? But you're so big! Oh, I could just gobble you up!"
"Do not food me! I will smack you like the fly!"
"Like the... hahaha! You're so funny!"
"Do not laugh at me!"
"I can't help it! A cute human climbed all the way up here...! Did you think you'd escape just like that?"
"I am good at climbing."
"I'm good at eating! But not you, cutie. Come with me!"
"-- ah!"
Another nightmare, and this time, Isabeau can tell she really did cry out; this time, she's conscious enough to realise the way she calls, "I'm fine!", when her father raises his voice to inquire.
She doesn't scrutinise why he's up so late, as she sits up, blankets and fur pooling at her lap.
Rather, the feeling... the feeling, as it slips through her fingers, like fairydust. Was she dreaming of Mielikki...? She must have been; her Persona is the first thing she thinks of, when she thinks of fairies. Isabeau frowns, balling her fur beneath her grasping hands.
"But why am I dreaming about... middle school...? Bah."
She curses the thought, as she has it; surely it's just the stuff of nightmares because of how that Shinichi's recontextualised it. The scariest thing to happen there was the bloodied seat.
"It was a gas leak," she insists, to herself, and does not realise she can be heard through the door, as she turns over to sleep again.
She doesn't quite get to scrutinising why her mind goes to the gas leak, either.