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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still ota!
okuni
[None of his monologues make sense, honestly.]
I'm not a pervert! I've never actually done anything like that!
[He doesn't usually think about it either, but he had to think about something.]
A pervert is actually doing stuff like that!
[Like Birthday...]
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[just a flat outright accusation here....]
If not, then why the curiosity?
[why r u talking about this nice..... She looks him over, as if she can somehow pinpoint the reason behind his Sudden Perversions.... But he looks normal, if not a fashion disaster????]
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[...Is that the only reason why, Nice.]
Don't tell me you just don't think about stuff sometimes. Especially when you're bored and can't eat.
[He's seriously not that bad, he really is just bored.]
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Why can't you eat? Did you run out of money because no one's hired you recently?
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athena
[Okay, he's smirking a little bit because that was pretty funny.
What an ass.]
I did say something. And you're know I'm not a murderer, so what's the deal?
[At least he can say that about himself and it's 100% true.]
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[ oh well.. she shakes her head. ]
Did you find anything?
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[He's so helpful.]
I just got down here, really.
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Help me look around for stuff, then.
[ she gestures to the trinkets then waves a hand dismissively. ]
Aside from these, anyway.
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mitsuru
[Nice always picks the most inappropriate times to nitpick about anything...sorry, Mitsuru.]
Aren't people always supposed to be polite? If there aren't polite people, then what's the world going to come to? There's got to be people who can do it for people like me who can't.
[He can, he just chooses not to.]
My name's Nice.
[Yes, that's actually his name.]
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I believe the world has come to something far worse than could have been anticipated in the colony.
[ Yes, she's definitely set on business. Who doesn't want to argue in some sort of dystopian future? She looks as if she doesn't quite trust his name, but...its what she has to go off of. ]
Very well. Nice. [ Mitsuru finally lowers her weapon. ] I take it you woke up on the scaffolding as well?
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Maybe. Could be worse.
[He's kind of used to some people not trusting his name here for some reason, but in the end he doesn't feel like it matters too much.]
Yeah. You'd think they'd give us some pillows or blankets or something for something like that. It's kind of rude.
[As if the whole jungle thing wasn't 100% rude too or anything.]
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...Yes. [ Okay, so she can't disagree on principle. ] Though I doubt a sense of propriety or accord is something they care much about. That aside, there are FOEs in this place. You best be on guard.
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leon
[Oh. So that made him angry.
Nice looks a little surprised, but not all that scared (because honestly, what's Leon going to do that he can't get away from). He does step away, though, crossing his arms as he watches him.]
You're loud. But I already knew that.
[Nice stop.]
What do you want me to say? "Sorry your life sucks" or something like that?
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[What is he doing? He doesn't know; he isn't thinking. Fury and hurt rush through his veins, filling in all the places where he'd been going numb with anguish and terror. It's a relief. It feels good—or maybe it doesn't feel good, but it feels something, and his mind clings to it like a lifesaver. If he's thinking about this, he isn't thinking about that. If this hurts, that doesn't.
Just fuck him up.
Leon lashes out with a hand to try and grab Nice by the collar once he's close enough, throat still tight and face still flaming red. It's not a very good grab.]
I don't want you to say anything!
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What if you just get mad at me for not saying anything, though? Then it'd be a lose-lose situation.
[At least he's not picking on him too much for being mad, because he understands, but he's still pretty abrasive -- but that's just him.]
Everyone else probably understands your feelings, you know.
[It's not just Leon...]
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shiho
[After some struggling, she'll see that he's getting shot again, before another guy with glasses comes barging in to attack Art.
He just grits his teeth, and then looks away from it all -- probably the floor somewhere.]
You're really nosy, you know that? Curiosity killed the cat and everything.
[Not that he'd ever kill her, but...he's trying to deflect it.]
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...You could have just told me not to look at it.
[And not sounded like he was trying to kill her or something...]
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Well, it's a little late for that.
[But then he rubs the back of his neck, and tilts his head upwards, still trying not to look at anything in particular.]
But I can't change that now, probably.
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jaune
Well, no. But it must've looked like a trash can to someone.
[It's less morbid that way.]
Does anything look familiar to you?
[He's just curious...]
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Uh, what about you...? -- I'm Jaune, by the way.
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[POSSIBLE???]
I know who you are. [Waves hand around...] You won't believe me if I said my name.
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veronica
So you'd just open the door and walk in on some people, then? I think you'd lose some of the element of surprise.
[Hypothetically, of course.
He thinks about it again, and then sighs.]
Go ahead.
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Here, then.
[She reaches out to take a fry and hold it out for him to eat.]
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[Is that really the only reason...
But he'll take a bite of the fries now, looking still kind of pouty about the whole situation.]
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