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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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PHASE I [ xx PHASE II [ xx PHASE III [ xx PHASE IV [ xx BONUS [ why[ Remember to apply proper warnings on threads with trigger-y or inappropriate material and do let a mod know if your thread careens off into maiming or canoodling so we can lock the log. ] |
xx ] Do you like ferris wheels? This is an enchanting one where you get to ride around in a giant snowflake at a very limited speed. The wheel will turn excruciatingly slow before stopping abruptly, leaving you trapped at the very top. We hope you're not afraid of heights because you're going to be in there for a while! The windows on the snowflake will rapidly darken leaving you and your fellow riders trapped in the darkness. At that moment, you will feel something warm breathing down your neck and along the back of your ear. As you reach over, you'll feel like the chair underneath you is made of snakeskin, and a hissing sound will intensify as the "chair" squirms and as the breathing gets louder and hotter. Scrabble at the doors, fight your way out! Will you escape or not? Probably not, but the experience will last only a good five minutes before the lights come back on and before the ferris wheel starts moving again. The chair will appear as normal, and there will be no one else inside except any fellow riders who came with you.
open !
wandering
It's fine! [granted, he'd probably say the exact same thing if Haru mowed him down with a santa bot but hey] These sorts of places are really crowded, so you don't have to apologize.
[He takes another look at Haru, studying him --] Did you just get here?
['here' could mean the amusement park itself, or 'here' could mean cerealia, but Totsuka doesn't specify]
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What about you?
[ it's fairly plain from the stranger's words that he's been here longer, but haru asks anyway, something slightly distant in his tone -- like he's not all there, like he's waiting to discover the dialogue is meaningless because this is, as it must be, a dream.
a really weird dream.
but a dream nonetheless.
right? ]
overflow link also!
Phase II
Good thing Haru isn't alone here during this trying time! Which is to say, instead of an engineer standing over Haru as the lights finally go back on, there's a tall kid with a bad dye job.
There's an engineer too, of course! He's off to the side, fiddling with a fusebox. But the guy standing over Haru, staring down at him like he's trying to figure out what he's doing on the floor? Definitely not an electrician. ]
Having fun down there?
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he turns his head, and it's reminiscent somehow of a shrug.
the engineer has said something about getting things up and running again and haru feels inclined to point out there isn't necessarily supposed to be a Running aspect to a funhouse but he leaves it alone. instead, his eyes end up trained a little listlessly on the reddish haired kid's shoes.]
Not the word I was thinking of.
['fun'. sparklers come to mind. the pool. not this, though his dry almost neutral tone comes off a bit careless either way...also it probably looks like he's talking to the boy's shoes more so than the boy himself....]
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Mireu's fine with the shoe talking too. There are a lot of people that refuse to make eye contact with him, though it's usually for very different reasons. He looks amused still, not that Haru can necessarily tell, what with the shoe staring going on right now. ]
No? But isn't that the point of a funhouse?
[ There's a slight edge in his tone as he asks that. He might not have been writhing on the ground in pain with Haru, but that doesn't mean he hasn't noticed the weird figures in the mirrors as he trekked his way through here. ]
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in-between
So his standing, and gaping were all just a result of wondering where his senior might go in a place like this, because the festivals he remembers going to with Rin were either too long ago, or the ones at Samezuka - two very different scenarios. ...Come to think of it, it was a sad moment even in recollection....))
Ah! ((Ai steps forward slightly, a bit surprised to be even a little jostled from his ponderings.)) Oh! No forgive m- ((He turns, and his eyes need a moment to take in the sight.))
Nanase-san! ((Now, HERE'S a face he really hasn't seen in a while. Nanase and Tachibana went off to Tokyo, right?))
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and now he's here. wherever here is. a dream. rin asked him about that -- so to speak. haru finds some dark, lethargic humor in the results.
wandering long enough without recognizing anyone though, it's sort of shocking to very much recognize someone. he stands very still, save for the blink of his eyes and a barely-there raise of his brows. nitori aiichirou. ah. he inclines his head briefly. ]
Hello.
[this dream gets stranger and stranger, honestly; but anything to put off the future (whatever it is) for a little while longer. something seems a touch different about the silver-haired boy but he can't articulate it, though behind his own unreadable expression, haru scrutinizes in his own way. just a dream; things are bound to be different.]
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Lol nevermind he has no idea. His interactions with Haru are short and sparse, but at least he remembers that Haru is generally kind. His eyes dart around for a moment, looking for any of the other Iwatobis but find nothing.)) Is it just you? Did you just get here or has it been a while! Or, no, I guess the better question is, were you on the bus too? Maybe I should have looked around harder while I was there..... Hmmmm.... Have you seen anyone else? Rin should be here somewhere! ((Operating under the false impression that Rin never left Cereal - But I guess Ai isn't wrong?))
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wandering
but I don't know his heightat four foot eleven, though the magician's top hat does a little to make her taller...if you count the hat as part of Trucy's height. There's a friendly smile on her face to match her voice, even if she's rapidly deciding she doesn't care for this theme park.Christmas theme park, yeah right. More like "secretly, we want to murder you" from her experiences thus far... ]
No one can possibly blame you for being distracted! Are you new, too? Some people aren't new, but I wouldn't blame them for being distracted, either, considering this park is super weird.
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exactlyten inches shorter than him, so he takes half a step back to peer at her less severely. it's a movement of practicality rather than courtesy but he nods in response -- a soft shrug nuanced through his features: he really has somehow Less than no idea of what is going on. some of this comes from not listening closely enough to the powerpoint; but in his defense? it was a powerpoint. the so-far semi-disturbing (okay, very disturbing) carnival rides have left him a little unsettled but aside from soreness, he's fine. mostly.kind of.]
It seems dangerous.
[are those screams in the distance? pro...ba...bly.....his gaze lowers to just beyond the girl's shoulder. at this point, he's half come around to the notion that maybe it Isn't a dream but haru is inclined towards believing things that are easy sometimes. to a fault. a dream would be easier; a dream is escape in this case -- the body sleeping, the world outside forced to wait and wait.
if it's not a dream, well, it's still not what he was fleeing to begin with, so maybe that's something.]
Are you?
[he pauses, revises.]
New, I mean.
[not dangerous. F- for communication, haru....]
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cash register noises (funhouse)
... shattering glass.
ha, ha, ha. those sure are bloodcurdling wails in the distance.
under normal circumstances he would've bolted, presumably in the direction of his approaching demise, but makoto trips over some preternaturally silent, human-shaped lump in the dark instead. landing hard on asphalt with grazed palms, he preemptively rolls onto his back with spasming distress, only — there's no one readily aiming to gouge out his throat (yet). as given as he is to histrionics, even makoto's aware it's unwise to go shrieking his head off and alert whatever those things slipping through refracting glass were of his presence.
so he half-shifts, mouth hollowing out against snow-glazed concrete, and informs his tongue-tied companion of the obvious: ] S-stay down. I think they're still in here.
[ of course, that occurs approximately three seconds before he's promptly body-checked into the nearest mirror with nothing more than a punctuated, breathless gasp as an indicator when he collides against its brittle frame. doubling over in contracting shock, there's no intermission to properly fend off the ensuing threat as makoto's heaved away a second time, sneakers skittering dissonant over shards where he harshly digs in his heels into the ground only to slip and fall back again. completely unwrought by fear, he's all but primed to bust a lung screaming incoherently from every recalcitrant nerve when the fluorescent lights flicker on with a start, unraveling the mysticism of a near-death experience in lieu of spritzing christmas carols and disparately ecstatic reindeer.
by way of resuscitation, makoto offhandedly slumps over, shoulders bent, in a series of hacking coughs. ]
What — wh-what even ... what the heck ... !
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