You're probably woken up by the explosion first. A loud, deafening boom comes from behind the walls of the residential district. When you look outside your window towards the darker, more secretive area of the city, you might see the structure around it... crumbling, the land falling in on itself slowly but surely. That might be what wakes you up first. If it doesn't, you may be awoken instead by the sudden jerking feeling behind your navel pulling you from where you are to somewhere... else.
It's dark. The first thing you notice is that it's dark -- and then come the scrabbling sounds of creatures in the dark, like metal being dragged across metal, a chilling, sharp sound. The first thing that becomes clear, as your vision adjusts, is that you're on a rickety pathway, metal and rusting and frail, above what appears to be yawning blackness. Far, far below, there's the faint sound of rushing water, a ways away.
The second thing that becomes clear is that you are very much not alone. Something is out there with you, and from the screeching metallic noises that come ever closer, it seems to be stalking you.
Thankfully, you're not alone -- right?  ...
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PHASE I [ ??? ] It’s drafty here. You’re below ground, that’s for certain from the echoes of the wind in the darkness. If you continue on forwards along the rickety, metal railing that serves as a walkway, the skittering noises of creatures in the dark follow -- but they don’t appear.
It seems everyone has been dumped along this pathway at random; you may be with friends, with enemies or with someone you’ve never met before, but either way, it soon becomes clear. There are only two ways to go along this path: up or down.
If you choose to take the path that follows a gradual slope down, the sounds of water lapping against a surface increase bit by bit, the air growing heavier and danker, until finally, the metallic platform gives way very suddenly (watch your step!) to a muddy bank. Down here, everything is darker, and not far away there’s the water. It’s cold and frigid and there are unfriendly creatures that await if you choose to delve into it. However, if you brave those creatures, and dive deeply enough, there is a mask. It rests half-buried by silt and rocks, but it’s there, and can be found by any intrepid explorers.
Somehow, it feels a little familiar.
And if you carry on in the cave system underground, eventually you will come across what appears to be an altar. There is blood on it -- not fresh, but not more than a month old -- and pieces of trinkets. Old bits of cloth, locks of hair, and some of them may even be familiar. Any dropped character who has a reasonably large amount of spiritual or magical power may have left scraps, such as pieces of clothing, trinkets, hair, or the sort behind at the altar.
Maybe that's why they weren't in the Nexus Code.
PHASE II [ ??? ] If you go up, you will eventually make your way above ground. It takes some time, and some luck -- you’ll have to avoid rusty railing and pathways, the path crumbling under you and that creeping sensation that something is following and watching you -- and then you’ll suddenly be in fresh air.
Well. It’s not so fresh, really.
The landscape is broken down and crumbled. It may have once been part of the city of Cerealia, but now it is in utter disrepair and decay. Buildings have crumbled, and debris is everywhere. There are signs of the same level of technology that Cerealia has -- but it is all broken down and utterly inaccessible.
And you’re not alone.
It seems the technology and metal and broken down destruction has gained sentience over its time sitting alone, waiting. And it is not happy to be disturbed. The creatures are made of pieces of everything around them, and when cut down, they’ll just slowly rebuild themselves from the debris.
It might be time to run.
They aren't happy about being disturbed, and you're in their way.
PHASE III [ ??? ] Above ground, there are a lot of broken down buildings.
Some can’t be accessed at all; some are too broken, too reduced to rubble. For those looking for shelter, they'll be able to find buildings where the doors can be forced open and they can camp out on the inside to various degrees of stability. Though the ceiling may cave in or the floor fall out from under you at a moment's notice, it's better than being out there. Be careful, because none of the architecture here can be trusted anymore.
And other buildings... are even less trustworthy than that.
There is a series of buildings in the midst of the wasteland, somehow still standing. They stand there silently, towering over the rest of the rubble in their two-story glory, and if the doors are forced open, it soon becomes clear that the building itself is full of mirrors.
Once, the mirrors had perhaps covered the walls and ceiling. Once, this building might have been akin to something of a ballet studio, somewhere to express yourself creatively. But now the mirrors are shattered and broken into pieces and the building lacks the joy it might have once held. Shards of mirror cover the floor, some big, some not so big, but they still hang from the walls as well and everywhere you look, you can see yourself.
And then, the reflection changes. From one blink to the next, you see a memory playing in the mirrors. Your memory. You’ll see a glimpse of one of your most traumatic or life-changing moments, broken up but clear in the shards. Blink and look away, and it’s gone, only to show up again in the next mirror a few moments later. Surely it’s just a trick of the light, right?
Except if someone else is with you, they’ll see it too -- and you might end up seeing a bit of their own past as well. Hope you're fond of sharing.
PHASE IV [ ??? ] If you survive the monsters, the crumbling landscape and the untrustworthy buildings, you may eventually find a terminal. It is buried deep among the rubble. One turn around a corner, one stumble into a hole, and you will find it. It sits there, out in the middle of nowhere; the building in which it used to be housed is apparently long gone, reduced to nothing but rubble.
And if you turn it on, there is a brief message.
Transmission Broadcasting.
Transmission Connected.
And then, there is a face.
BONUS [ ??? ] For those who have been wearing their masks a little too much, they might also start to notice that there are some strange effects attached, which worsen the more they’ve been wearing said masks. How badly they worsen is up to your discretion.
➝ Broken Mask: An intense feeling of paranoia, focused on whoever your character is with. They might also begin to remember fabricated memories of being betrayed by those people.
➝ Barcode Mask: Everything will begin to have value to them. There will be whispers in the back of their mind of the worth of their friends, the worth of a monster, the worth of everything around them. An intense need to own and consume as much as possible and as quickly as possible.
➝ Dripping Blood Mask: An intense lack of self-worth, a hollow feeling and thoughts of being weak and empty. Feeling as disposable as possible and an intense listless along with it.
➝ :( Mask: A need to prove yourself, to show everyone how strong you are as quickly as possible. You can do things, you can be of worth to everyone around you. Why won't they see that? Why?
➝ Ivy Mask: A choking sort of terror from all things metal and technology based, and a need to lash out against it. An intense distrust for anything that they feel is against the laws of nature.
➝ Grey Mask: More personable than normal, more emotional, more empathetic. An intense feeling of kindness and gratitude to those around you and a renewed love of life.
➝ Feather Mask: A dulled, lack of emotion. A detached feeling to everything around you. A sort of bland curiosity towards things without any empathetic reaction.
➝ Bloody Fingerprints Mask: They'll feel absolutely fine. No change.
The effects of the broken mask can stack on top of the others, if they chose to break their mask after the other effects began to appear. No other effects can be stacked, as no other changes can be stacked.
PENALTY [ ??? ] For characters who die while in the dark parts of the city, things will get... a little strange. They will die as normal, but they will wake up almost immediately after their death -- in the Nexus Code. They will have a few surreal moments to be there, to see their friends who have left Cerealia hanging lifelessly from odd, glimmering strands (though there are some faces, of course, that are missing, anyone who was spiritual, or magical, seems strangely absent) and then --
They’re back to being dead.
When characters revive in Cerealia, anywhere from one IC day to three or four IC days later, they will find that things are… not quite right with their code. They’re glitching, for a lack of a better word. Sometimes, their fingers will phase right through an object, their own limbs registering as cold and lifeless. Sometimes, they will see a face watching them -- but when they turn around to try to see who it is, the face will be gone.
These effects will last an IC week, before slowly things go back to normal.
That was strange.
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so it's frankly a little surprising when he only finds a familiar figure, standing alone, seemingly frozen in place. ]
... Mr. Miyata? [ a tentative call, sounding a little nervous because he can't tell why shigeru's standing in place like that. ] Um, is something wrong?
[ he draws closer, though his footsteps slow noticeably as he nears enough to realize shigeru is looking into ... a wall of mirrors. mirrors that seem to be showing some sort of video? lop's footsteps finally stop as he squints at the mirrors, trying to make sense of what he's seeing; bit by bit, his expression seems to tinge with worry. ]
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His hands are shaking as he tries the move away from those mirrors. Please don't look. He doesn't want anyone to see this sort of terror and horror, especially not when he's just met them. It's too personal and somewhat of an open wound, Klein's death always was for him, it's not fair for people to see it like this. ]
Fine. [ That's all he manages to type before he drops his phone on the floor. His hands still shaking and his expression still mortified. ]
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Ah -- ... Um. It might -- be best not to stay here.
[ his gaze lingers only briefly on that image before he looks back to shigeru; he doesn't really want to look at any of the myriad mirrors around them any more, and that doesn't leave him many places to look other than at shigeru himself. padding forward, he fetches the phone before holding it out, firmly keeping his gazed fixed on shigeru's face. ]
I -- think. I think -- there's a quiet area over there?
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Right. Yes. They shouldn't stay here, either of them. His thoughts are interrupted by that sudden offering of his phone by Lop. He flinches away at first mostly out of habit and being shaken up. He hates it when people touch his things...
No. Lop was just being helpful. Don't think those things...
Instead he looks apologetic and takes his phone with shaky hands then, his eyes conveying his gratitude, even if his actions might not say so. ]
Okay. Yes that is probably best [ His hands are still shaking but they're a lot steadier than they previously were. ]
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Um. If -- if you'd like, you can close your eyes?
I can lead you out of here. There's a few hanging mirrors, but it otherwise doesn't seem too dangerous in here, so I think that should be okay.
[ he's clearly misinterpreted the reasons for shigeru's distress, as he holds his hand out once more in a timid offer. he does falter slightly the next moment, though. ]
Ah, um. Of course. Only if you'd like, that is. It's just that it seems ... hard. To have to look around here any longer than necessary.
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It was awkward but he just shakes his head as he slowly types something on his phone. ]
I'm okay. Thank you though. [ he really wants to wash his hands right now. That urge is first and foremost in his mind as he closes his eyes and lets out and takes a deep breath to steady himself. He can do this. Just has to push it out of his mind for now. He nods as he looks at Lop only and nowhere else.
The mirrors are still projecting things, this time it's an even younger Shigeru sitting surrounded by other children laughing and jeering at him in what looks to be a school playground. They're calling him a liar and an attention seeker and that his phobia isn't 'real'. He just wrings his hands a little more as he looks back at Lop with a painful expression. Ugh. He really didn't want anyone to see this. Please just get him out of this place. Please. ]
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Then, this way?
[ a watery smile before he turns away, heading towards the exit. he pauses every few steps to look back and make sure shigeru's following, and he can't help glancing at the mirrors when he does so; the movements draw his eye, and even if he ducks his gaze as quickly as possible, he still catches glimpses of those unpleasant images.
it's only the thought that shigeru already looks like he has enough on his place that helps him contain his panic, and lop manages to swallow back the sick feeling at the back of his throat. he's quiet and steady when they finally exit the building, looking only a little pale and a little distant as he looks back to shigeru. ]
Are you alright?
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Once they finally retreat from the mirrors he'll swallow thickly and look up from the floor. He'll nod mutely, taking out his phone to write something. ]
I'm...okay now. How about you? Are you alright? [ He looks apologetic and slightly guilty as he eyes the other. ]
I'm sorry... [ He worries his lip a little before he takes his phone to write something else. ]
That you had to see that.
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[ it's a prompt response, said levelly, though lop definitely sounds a little distant. he's not thinking, automatically shoving those unsettling thoughts to the very back of his mind so he can force himself to reset to the state of 'fine' as quickly as possible.
there's a brief pause before he manages a more worried look. ]
Um, I think you've probably been through worse than me, though. Since you were in that room first ... [ a shiver runs down his spine despite himself, the fine hairs on his ears standing on end, and lop takes a moment to swallow back the discomfort at the back of his throat before continuing. ] I don't hear anything near here. So if you'd like to sit down and rest for a bit, I think it should be safe.
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