Lightning flashes. Thunder booms and rain patters on the roof. It’s all about ambience here in ViViD, of course. You gotta set the mood!
Welcome to the Pleasurable Super Youthful Caring Hospital Stage, PSYCHward for short. It works, shut up. It’s a stage created for your well-being, health and happiness. Be careful, though. The first step you take in the dilapidated asylum carries you right into a puddle.
Look down, and the puddle is red.
Ah.
Of course it’s blood.
It’s only going to get even more fun from here.
 Good Day. I Am The New Introducer For ViViD Levels. Mosley? Who's That?
Anyway, Please Have Fun And Remember To Be Safe. Safety Is Our First Priority At CERES.
Thank you. Enjoy.
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PHASE I [ 4 00 ] The first room any people familiar with the ViViD song and dance routine will find is one that is...wonderfully full of body bags. Body bags everywhere -- on the floor, on the shelves, uncomfortably tossed over the back of a chair...and each body bag has a helpful tag.
Handy.
Of course, within each bag is a newcomer; they won’t be able to escape the body bags until someone else unzips them. They’re dressed in little more than hospital gowns, toe tags still attached to bare feet.
Welcome to ViViD! Enjoy your stay.
Of course, there has to be an element of surprise to it. Some body bags contain living, breathing newcomers, yes. But the others?
These contain corpses. The toe tag on them indicates a loved one or someone important to you -- or someone you hate beyond all else. You open the bag, and there is their face, achingly familiar and frozen in death...but blink and suddenly they’re the corpse of a nondescript stranger.
PHASE II [ 600 ] Step out of that room and now it’s the asylum proper. Lights flicker. It’s dark, but it’s still more than clear to anyone with ears -- something’s stalking everyone in this place.
The shadow flickers on the wall, the lights go out -- you turn a corner and there it is, jumping out at you with an unearthly cackle --
A puppet.
It hangs there limply, utterly harmless.
All around the facility, these harmless puppets lurk. In lockers, behind doors, in dark halls…
But they’re all literally inanimate and harmless. Whose dumb idea was that?
PHASE III [ 1000 ] But slowly, the atmosphere changes. Go in deeper, and the sounds around deaden until there’s nothing left but the dark all around and the sound of your own breathing. And yet, irrevocably you know, whether as an aspect of the level or something else entirely --
Something is actually hunting you now.
It makes no noise. It can’t be seen. But it’s stalking, and it’s on the hunt.
To make matters worse, now the asylum seems to have become a proper maze, with dead ends everywhere, and practically no light to see them by.
And the only other souls you’ll see are the other people stuck in the maze -- but there’s something not quite right about them either. You can see...bits of their code, lurking under the surface of their skin, and as you watch, it’s being corrupted, bit by bit, the longer they’re in the dark.
If you look down, it’s happening to you too.
Better hurry.
There’s only one way out.
PHASE IV [ 1400 ] And then you step through a doorway into light.
You escaped the maze, but this is an asylum, and you’re about to see why. There are rows upon rows of cages of aliens. They cry out and reach out through the bars with webbed or clawed hands or tentacles, begging for release.
Let them out, or don’t -- the exit to Cerealia proper is right there at the end of this room, inviting and safe.
But if you do elect to let them out, the entire room suddenly goes silent.
And there, in that cage you opened, there is no longer an alien, but instead a doll. And it’s watching you. Stay any longer, and the doll with start to move, reaching -- and if it touched you, suddenly you’re the one locked away behind bars.
On the plus side, when you take the exit to Cerealia, it’ll deposit you in the Pleasure District, where massagebots will reach for you to try to drag you in for a sensual massage.
Welcome!
PENALTY [ ???? ] You were caught in the maze.
It’s hard to say even now what it was that caught you, but now you’re strapped down to an operating table, and there’s a flat-faced doctor standing above you.
The restraints can’t be broken.
There’s a prick of a needle, and you fall unconscious -- and that’s probably a mercy. When you wake up, you’ll be back in the asylum somewhere, but missing a sense -- the one from your character’s application will be gone. A character who is sight will have been blinded, for instance, and a character who is touch will feel nothing. This will last until they log out of ViViD and get into Cerealia.
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Phase I!
He had his chair with him this time, he supposed because he'd managed to acquire one since settling in at Cerealia. Given the general disrepair of the building, he was honestly relieved not to be crawling around in it. The whole setting had him on edge, like a menacing aura he just couldn't place. Probably due, in large part, to his last experience in a hospital.
Johnny gave an involuntary shudder before spinning his wheels down the eerie hallway. The first door he came to was unlocked and at least dimly lit, so he continued through it. While nothing jumped out at him, he was no less uncomfortable as he glanced around the room. There were black bags, countless numbers of them. It almost looked like a ship's storage hull, but why on earth would a hospital have so many large-
Oh.
Johnny swallowed a bit roughly as he made the connection. These were probably bodies. He couldn't think of any other supplies that they'd need such storage for, but passing them along like a bunch of damaged goods made his stomach feel weak. He leaned down to the nearest one, marked with a paper near one end. His eyes skimmed little more than the name before he recoiled and dropped the tag.
Nicholas Joestar.
It wasn't that he hadn't accepted his brother's death, it was just- why did this place have to keep reminding him? It was years ago, but it hurt like a fresh wound. His breath caught in his throat as approached the bag. He wasn't sure if it was morbid curiosity that drove him or just the need to confirm it with his own eyes, but he slowly unzipped the black bag, releasing his hold on it as soon as he uncovered his brother's face.
For a minute, he couldn't breathe. Nicholas. And then it was gone. Replaced with a stranger's face and Johnny was scrambling for the little tag again. The name was unfamiliar, cause of death, something meaningless. Was his mind playing tricks? His guilty conscience tearing at him again? Or Cerealia's twisted need to show him his past?
He zipped the man back up and continued on, not sure what exactly drove him to keep looking over the bags and tags. Most of the names meant nothing, but every once in a while-
Name of Deceased: Diego Brando
Age: 20
Sex: Reptile
Cause of Death: Love Train
What the hell? What would happen if he opened it? Would that really be Diego's face, Diego's body inside? This one bothered him slightly less, but as he opened the bag, the features were unmistakably Diego's. His lip curled a little and he shook his head, but just as quickly, the face was someone else's. Blond, but not the same structure, like a worn out copy of something that might have once resembled the jockey.
He made his way deeper into the room, nothing catching his eye until-
Name of Deceased: Julius Caesar Zeppeli
Age: 24
Sex: Yes please
Cause of Death: Broken Heart
Johnny stared at it in silence. Zeppeli wasn't exactly a typical name, but Julius Caesar? Like that play? Ridiculous. He was kind of curious to see if the guy had any passing resemblance to Gyro- if it was one of his kin, he'd probably want to know, he reasoned. Judging by the tag they were pretty close in age. He'd just made up his mind to open it when he heard a rustling sound. The faint moving of cloth in a room full of dead bodies. Well shit.]
Who's there?
[Julius Caesar forgotten for the moment, he headed toward the source of the noise. Having a corpse crawling around inside of you didn't make the idea of them moving around outside any more appealing.]
If there's someone here, you better damn well show yourself.
[ooc: I'm SO SORRY for the tldr; this setting was just too perfect. orz]
IT'S COOL i love it
When he's called for, he pauses. He didn't realize he was making much noise, craning his neck to try to hear what was going on with more clarity. He's been told to show himself, and given that whoever's on the other side of the body bag is already on-edge, Jonathan isn't keen to play around and make the situation worse.
It's just that in his struggle to open his own body bag, he jostles himself enough that he topples off the shelf and falls on the floor directly in front of Johnny.
That's a loud thump, alright. Whoever's in this bodybag must be built like a truck.]
Ghh--!
[He should be thankful he didn't hit his head, but his back and his wrist are going to smart for a while. Hey Johnny, as if this place couldn't get more typical of ViViD, how's a jumpscare from a bodybag with your own name on it sound?]
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Shitshitshit-
His heart was pounding as he watched the bag and was alarmed to find it making pained noises. Johnny gave himself a moment before wheeling close enough to reach the opening and the tag nearby.]
Scared the shit outta me, what the hell!
[He leans in to look at the tag, at least it will give him a name to be yelling at this giant if it ends of being some medical abomination. It's hard to make out in the dim light, and his eyes are constantly darting back to the bag for any sudden movements, but he gets as far as the name before yanking the tag off with a jerk and snapping the string.]
Oh fuck no. No.
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Well, even someone in a body bag can tell this person on the other side is scared shitless, so he's going to grunt and try to push himself up onto his hands and knees inside the bag.]
Sir?
[That voice seems familiar in a way he can't place, but considering he has several layers of plastic between him and the open air, he's going to keep that piece of intuition to himself for now.]
I-I didn't mean to startle you, but if there's something on the outside...
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As the well-spoken hulking mass attempted to get up, he rolled forward, scanning for the zipper-pull.]
It's fine. I just wasn't expecting you to fall from the sky, okay? Hold still.
[He glances at the paper, which still boldly reads, "Jonathan Joestar," before tucking it away. Johnny then leans forward and gives the zipper-pull a yank, freeing whatever polite giant of a man was hiding inside. Logically, he wondered how they'd managed subdue such a big guy to stuff him in there in the first place before he remembered- this was the same as when he'd gotten here. No memory of who'd shoved them all into clothing that could hardly be called swimwear, but he'd still been wearing it all the same.]
You remember that dodgy sliding picture show they had before you ended up here, or...?
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