You know what everyone needs after rampant robotic attacks and another iteration of clone wars? A vacation! That’s right everyone, you deserve this. CERES understands what you need. CERES is here for you all the time, so never doubt that this is a pleasure colony, and they are here to look after all of your needs. Kick your feet up, relax, and let CERES Recreation and Activity Necessity Keepers (Team RANK, that is) set you up with your ideal getaway.
It’s as if you can sense the incoming relaxation and luxury before you even completely finish loading. There’s the warmth encompassing your entire body as your code gets transferred into this particular ViViD Level. A cool, refreshing breeze hits you. The sounds of waves gently lapping against the coast fill you with relaxation. The sun, the sand, the surfs, it’s all there – welcome to the beach, baby!
An echoing greeting message from the ocean comes next, if you can translate it.
 OOOOOOOOOOOOHMAHH GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHD.
YOOOOOOOOOOOORRRALL SOOOOOOOOOOOOO KYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT.
KYOOOOOOOOOOOT EEEENAAAAUUUUUUUF TOOOOOOOOOOOOO EEEEEEEEEEEEEEET.
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PHASE I [ 08 00 ] That said, isn’t that breeze a little… too strong? It feels like it’s brushing up against all of you, if you know what I mean. When you open your eyes and look down, it becomes rather clear why. It seems that you’ve found yourself in some pretty interesting attire. Everyone. No exceptions. You appear to have two options – be overcome and scream like the Victorian maiden your heart says you are, or strut like a model in this stuff. Turn some heads! Work that up do!
But don’t worry, we’re also conscious about safety here at CERES! Therefore everyone’s also been provided a pair of super high-tech safety-tested appendage protection floatation devices (STAPFD for short.)
At least everyone around you is caught in the same sort of attire – and everyone around you also appears to be stuck inside a giant sand castle. It’s entirely malleable to what you want it to be! Want to see a fancy sand bidet? Feel like adding a sand statue in your honor? Think that wall should now be a door? Well, with enough perseverance, you can make it happen!
Just uh, be careful about getting sand in your… everywhere.
PHASE II [ 1000 ] Someone broke it. Not pointing any fingers, even though you sure do seem like a prime suspect, but someone broke it.
It almost starts like an earthquake with how the castle starts to rumble, the sand shaking right beneath your feet. And then the walls right next to you start to cave in followed promptly by the ceiling right… above your head. Oh dear. The sand starts to run and fall, losing its structure and shape. The hallway behind you starts to cave in, ceiling first and then the walls follow suit. Now the sand really is getting everywhere – but not just uncomfortable places. It’s in your hair, your eyes, your nose…. this sure doesn’t seem like a pleasant way to go!
Best to start running – there’s a trusty drawbridge to get over the moat (because what’s a sandcastle without a moat?) but who knows how long until that, too, is going to give way? Best to cross over it before it starts to shake and disappear too. Or if you don’t make it, hopefully you can land some pretty impressive airtime to make it to the other side!
If not, well...there'll be the sensation of sand crushing down upon you, filling your mouth and eyes, and you won't be able to breathe at all – and then you're alive again on the beach (but possibly in yet another new, uncomfortable, skimpy swimsuit). Honestly, be more careful, would you?
PHASE III [ 1200 ] However, once you do make it to the other side, it’s all smooth sailing from there! Or is it? Hah, as they say, life sure can be a beach.
Which is what this is.
Welcome to your Beach Episode, folks. Now that you’ve made it out of the collapsing sand castle, you’ve made it to the luxurious, picturesque golden coastline. Sure, you’re coughing up fine, luxurious, sand dust right now and you’ve definitely gotten sand in all of your crevices thanks to your swimsuit, but that’s okay! Go take a soak in the ocean or something or cool off with a smoothie. There’s a smoothie shack off into the distance, complete with a long chalkboard with… well, probably a few familiar names? And some unfamiliar ingredients. Sounds appetizing right?
That said, once you do ingest some of the smoothie with the name of a newcomer, you might suddenly find yourself feeling a bit… different. You’ll be taking on some of their traits, one of the most intense parts of their personality – or you might need to take a second to sit down because you’re suddenly seeing one of their memories. Whoa. What do they actually put in this stuff?
PHASE IV [ 1500 ] For the brave souls that venture out into the water, you have even more adventures waiting for you. Anyone who’s swimming around, wading in the water—hell, even looking at the water is getting scooped up and deposited in one of these giant orbs. But don’t take up too much room, because someone else is getting shoved right in there with you. Time to get cozy with your new friend, because it's only going to get worse as the waves begin to carry you out into this big, blue, virtual ocean. Hopefully the choppy waves don’t bounce you around too much or – well, you could always get really friendly with a stranger! Why not?
At least until it’s made very clear that fresh air does not make it back into these balls. That seems like a bit of a design flaw. Now what? Fight the other person who’s inhaling all your air? Suffer through it for swimsuit-clad fun? Or if you break it…. well, you sure are stranded out in the ocean. Or are you?
After enough flailing, you’ll be met by a giant, dumb-looking creature who will then eat you whole.
Everything goes dark. This is surely the end --
And then you're in Cerealia proper; it seems that was the exit to the level (but why there?) and you'll find yourself either in one of the fountains or the pond in the park. Either way, you'll be very, very well. And this time, that's not virtual. But hey, at least you'll have all of your stuff with you.
BONUS [ xxxx ] Do you hear that?
Anyone idle on the beach will hear a distant melody coming from further out into the ocean. It’s a beautiful, elegant song that automatically makes the listener stop what they’re doing and immediately wander toward the noise. It takes you a moment to recall – it takes a moment to think about anything now, really – but you remember hearing the smoothie shack owner say something about mermaids populating the beach. Could this be their song calling out to you? Whether you would normally abide by this kind of call or not, you find your feet walking further and further out into the water, the shallows lapping up to your ankles and up and up as you are drawn in by the song.
A rather classic song, though the usual instances of French are also replaced with the very enticing, enchanting nonsense promise of omelette du fromage........and then they try to drown you.
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iv; time to lose some cool points
Not that he's really putting much faith in CERES not to screw with people like that. Either way, though, he's managed to land a day off of work (while the influx of people would be an ideal time due to the commotion, it's treated more like a holiday, so no work for the day) so now that the horrors of that level are behind him, he's got nothing but time to kill. There's no reason for him to hunt people down right away -it's not like he won't find them eventually, and it's not as if any of the names he saw are people he was particularly close to or even knew for that matter- so he's just going to treat it like any other day off. Actually, it probably wouldn't hurt to find food...
...except now there's a drowned rat in his path who's somewhat reminiscent of a certain blond someone he'd dealt with on a daily basis when he was younger, wringing water out of clothes and looking absolutely pitiful. ]
You're in the way.
[ Okay, so he could just go around the kid, but really? Must the boy do this right here? ]
all the cool points
Which is perhaps why he all but glared up at Sasuke when he spoke, ready to tell him to walk around. His eyes softened for a moment as he took in his face, though. So familiar, but ... Still so different. Uchihas were rather limited and with his mother and father both teenagers, as well as Neji-jisan and Lee-san... Well. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together.
There was a familiarity in being a bit of a brat to his teacher, and even if he didn't know it yet, that was likely why he didn't stop to apologize or bow out of the way. He finished yanking off his shoe instead and went to dump the water out on the ground by Sasuke's feet, not caring much about the splash back as it hit the ground so close to him. ]
Yep. Guess I am.
aw snap.
Not that he has room to talk, being Mr. Ties A Picnic Blanket Around His Waist With A Purple Rope.And it's practically dumping water all over his feet. What did he do to deserve this? ]
Move. [ Though, the urge to reach out, pick him up by his coat, and forcibly move him is quite high. ] Or I'll do it for you.
[ Uchiha Sasuke: forever doomed to be plagued by Uzumakis. ]
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There's plenty of room to walk around, Uchiha-san. [ He puts on his best innocent voice as he folds his arms over his chest. ] No need to stoop so low as to threaten a child, right?
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If you're going to act like like a child, then don't be surprised when you're treated like one. [ But you know what, kid? You're lucky, because after everything else he's just been through -robotic clams, Sakura, Sarada- he's not interested in expending the necessary energy, so it remains as it was, just a hollow threat.
For now, at least. He's mostly just irritated. ] And don't play innocent. If you're wearing one of those, that's the last thing you are.
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Hmph. Someone oughta inform the Hokage of that, then. [ He's sure his dad is figuring it out now, but he was getting a little sick of missions surrounding chasing cats or bears or helping some old lady cross the street.
Genin Work.
Pah. ]
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[ Like the fact that it's not nice to make someone do their dirty work just because they aren't capable of growing a pair and talking things out like normal people. Or that it's Not Okay to leave a kid alone in the house his family died in, in the district his entire clan died in, with just a little bit of money thrown his way to cover basic monthly expenses. And that's just two of the issues he has with the current system. ]
Nobody's going to hold your hand here, and-- [ Kid, why are you still wearing that thing? Didn't he tell you that you were an idiot in the desert? Did that not sink in? ] You're still wearing that thing? I seriously don't see why you'd keep something like that, they're not even important. The one I had is probably rotting away somewhere, buried under rocks at the Valley of the End. The only meaning they have is that you graduated.
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