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
Although now there was someone else there, too.
"Unicorns? Who got unicorns? That's way cooler than pigeons."
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"Someone names Dipper Pines. But it can't be right, there's no place that's actually called candy mountain is there.
Wait a minute. Who are you? What are you doing here? Did you wake up in one of these too?"
Maybe all of the people in these were supposed to be wake up, though it didn't explain why they were there in the first place. Turning to face the man that had appeared she seemed to study him.
"You're not one of the doctors are you?"
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Not that he's actually all that invested in looking for it. Especially not after she turns around, and he gets a good look at her for the first time, and...
Wow.
She's really cute.
Wow.
Just. Just be smooth, Jack. Talking to cute girls is totally easy. This is totally the time and place for talking to cute girls. Nothing better than a creepy mental asylum hospital simulation for talking to cute girls, yeah.
"I'm. Uh. My name's Jack. I'm not a doctor. I'm just. Uh. Looking for the way out. Y'know."
.......Nailed it.
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"Seras Victoria. And it seems that we both are, though it would be good to know where are at least to find a way out. Have you looked around very much?"
Because really she had been too busy checking the rest of the body bags to really even check for the door.
"Maybe there's a map or something around. If it's really a hospital or something there's got to be some kind of fire escape."
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"There could be, I guess. I mean, I haven't seen a map or even, like, a window. All the hallways are really, uh. Twisty. Like a maze. I think it's supposed to be a hospital? But there aren't any, um. Nurse's stations, or anything? I didn't realize I'd gotten turned around until I walked through the door here."
Granted, he's not the greatest at navigating, even when he has a map, but that normally only relates to things outside. It's been a while since he was so flummoxed by a building.
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And if it came to it she could certain break through the walls and they could find their way out that way. And she'd be able to see and listen for anyone else that was wandering around in the dark.
"Umm, but maybe we should find you some pants first. And some shoes."
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"Aaaaand I'm definitely not gonna argue about finding some pants." Things are way too breezy for comfort in this gown. "Where, uh, where did you find your clothes?" He's assuming they're hers, anyway. And assuming she found them, and wasn't lucky enough to wake up wearing them.
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She pointed over to a set of shelves that were labeled about as helpfully as the toe tags had been. Hers didn't even have her name on it but rather a pretty offensive description. And there hadn't been a proper inventory of what was there either.
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(Probably because the room is dimly lit, the corners and most walls sunk in shadows, and the quiet but persistent buzz of the existing overhead lighting pretty much guarantees an early exit from the room. But, details.)
"Oh. Hey." He doesn't waste any time moving over to the shelves to begin investigating the boxes, which he notices are labeled about as helpfully as the toe-tags...so...not helpfully at all. "You, uh, didn't happen to notice like, a bright yellow t-shirt while you were going through these, did you?" Hopefully his shirt and jeans at the very least would be stored together.
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Seras started looking through the boxes. There were a bunch of clothes, and the sides had a brief description of the physical attributes of the person. One box that she finds oddly enough has a rather odd pair of boxers that she holds up.
"People actually wear stuff like this?"
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He'd never paid much attention before going to work for Handsome Jack. Obviously as a body-double, he had to match his boss' taste in clothes, which were much more fitted than he had been used to wearing previously. But now, he'd actually be very, very happy to see his well-fitting yellow t-shirt and the coordinating pair of jeans. They'd been with him through all of his horrible, terrifying adventures on Elpis. Surely they could get him through what looked like a run-down and probably haunted medical facility.
"Stuff like what?" He glances over to see what she's holding up. "Oh. Uh." Why did it have to be underwear? Ugh...at least it's not Jack's underwear. "Yeah, guys, mostly. Uh. Under their clothes." Y'know. Like you do.
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Tossing them back she started digging through another box. There were some skirts, a few long socks, but nothing that she figured would fit him.
"You said this place was a maze, I wonder if there's anyway we can mark where you've already tried."