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« 011 ⇢ event011.exe »
Who: CERES & you
When: ooc: 03/22-03/25; ic: 12/09-12/10
Where: Cerealia's Entertainment District
What: Intro log
Rating/Warning: PG-13 | possibly nsfw (please let us know if you need this rating changed, or you are welcome to continue any naughty shenanigans in a private log)
When: ooc: 03/22-03/25; ic: 12/09-12/10
Where: Cerealia's Entertainment District
What: Intro log
Rating/Warning: PG-13 | possibly nsfw (please let us know if you need this rating changed, or you are welcome to continue any naughty shenanigans in a private log)
//event011.EXE
![]() It's been a whole month without any new arrivals. Who knows why? If you ask CERES, they won't bother with any in-depth explanations. They will simply claim that none of the code out there has been responding to their recovery methods, so they had to rework a lot of their technology. However, after several weeks of grueling work, they have finally experienced success! A fresh new batch of faces is coming in, and to celebrate their arrival and the real upcoming holidays, CEO Julius Vincere has arranged for a Christmas-themed carnival for all to enjoy. Those who arrive will wake up in Cerealia and be given a long, boring explanation and powerpoint as per usual before being ushered onto a bus (there is no escape. The robots will force you onto the bus one way or another). You will be unwillingly carted to the theme park where you will be immediately assaulted by a giant array of lights followed by several rides that you can enjoy. After you disembark from the bus, one of the snowman robots will be waiting to give you tickets to the rides and show you around as part of the Grand Opening. The amusement park will remain open for the rest of the month of December so anyone can visit as they please. The first couple tickets will also be on the house for new arrivals, but the rest will have to be bought with credits, so choose wisely! (Or try and sneak into the rides -- then face the wrath of the snowman robots and their snowman firearms :D)
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[Oh, look who it is!
It is good to see the girl again, what with how utterly unreliable this place and ViViD can be; he'd liked her, legitimately, without reservations. It was nice to see someone calm and cool under pressure, and he's naturally inclined towards military types for obvious reasons.
But here he is again to offer up some captain-ly advice--]
I don't tend to feel inclined to listen to waste receptacles.
[Oh, no, no captainly advice here, just a really irritated Sousei.]
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Hello Captain.
[ It’s good to see him again. That much comes through in her tone. ]
I’m glad to see you’re doing well, considering the circumstances—
[ Unfortunately, as the present topples off the bin and onto the ground, the trash receptacle is very, very put out by this fact. ]
I’M SO ALONE. [ Launching upward, it flies over toward Sousei, gently prodding the man’s knees. ] DO YOU LOVE ME, Aвe ɴo Soυѕeι? [ The name is pronounced mechanically, words automated, as if they were plucked straight from an entirely different recording. (Because they totally were.) ]
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But for now, he nods in response to her greeting, and--then the present hits the ground. Ah..... ah yes. That sounds...about the same as usual. The trash can attacks with great fervor, and Sousei just stares at it for a moment. The name is so mangled it doesn't even sound like his own for a moment.]
No.
[Immediate...and ice cold... but then again, it is also a trash can. Sousei lifts a foot to shove it back towards where it came from.]
Go return to your place and serve your purpose.
[Sousei is taking none of this shit right now.]
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[ As instructed, she leaves the unwanted present on the ground near the angst-filled bin, turning a somewhat discomfited glance toward Sousei. Belatedly registering the kick, the trash bin begins to "cry" - that is, it exudes a high pitched whine that's a cross between metal being pulverised and a colicky infant's unending screech.
It's very loud and hurt's Pyrrha's ears. ]
Perhaps we should go somewhere else and leave it alone right now.
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[Farewell, trash bin...farewell. Sousei turns, arms crossed neatly behind his back as ever, and starts to stride off, trusting that Pyrrha will follow.
Robots and their personalities...it's one of the worst things about this place, really.]
I take it you have not had too much trouble with the... "rides". [r u ok, duckling]
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[ Coupled with the reminder that Remnant may be gone, and half her team with it. Despite her claim, however, Pyrrha doesn’t sound especially rattled. ]
I’m fine, though. Nothing I can’t handle. [ A flicker of a smile, self-assured without being overly so, punctuates her words. ]
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Good. We do not have time for panic or distress.
[After all--]
As you have seen, some of these situations are very dangerous. Those who cannot defend themselves should be warned of the danger.
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