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C E R E A L I A ★ M O D S。 ([personal profile] reparator) wrote in [community profile] estoria2014-11-01 03:15 am

« 004 ⇢ event004.exe »

Who: Everyone ever.
When: ooc: 10/30 to 11/04 ; ic: 09/26 to 09/28
Where: Cerealia - all five districts.
What: Clowns, Murder, Outrage and One Direction. Happy Halloween :D
Rating/Warning: PG-13 to R. [ image within includes brief flash of scary clowns, scroll down quickly if you don't want to see it! ]

//event004.EXE

Queen of the Mountain


It's morning when the lights go out completely. Not a single one remains on except the glow of the device and whatever flashlights anyone bothered to stock up on. However, a single hologram in the Shopping District broadcasts along a billboard for a Very Important Announcement. After that, you hear a song so tender and beautiful that it must have been composed by angels at the dawn of time.

"Baby, you light up my world like nobody else. The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed… "

When you go outside to investigate, a friendly clown will be inside a stolen(?) ice cream truck, looking to get all your attention before he talks through the speaker on the truck.
"Greetings, Cerealians! It's nice of you to join us at last. Are you worried about the power coming back? Oh, I'm sure CERES is working on it now. Rest assured that they have their finest technicians on the job. You won't be without your precious personal computers and robot-pets much longer.

In the meantime, let's play a game shall we! The rules are rather simple:

♥ You see that necklace on your chest? That's a lantern. You're going to want to hold onto that. If you lose it… well, you don't want to know what will happen to you if you do.
♥ Now, for the fun part! Collect the necklaces any way you wish, though we prefer the naughty way. Kill a friend. Kill a foe. Killkillkillkill until the streets are paved with blood.
♥ Whoever collects the most of those lanterns, gets a special surprise! They get to go back home, back to their friends and loved ones and away from CERES' endless lies and trickery. Don't you know it's all a lie? Your worlds weren't destroyed. This is a penal colony, and you've been suckered into the biggest prank of your life. But I'm here to help, of course. Just bring me a garbage bag full of the lanterns, and I'll show you, the lucky winner, the way out."

//SCENARIOS.EXE
PHASE I
[ xx:xx ] You're going about your business, wading through the dark, finding supplies. But you're not alone. After the broadcast happens, everything is in full swing. Some masked participants decide to start breaking into shops, classes, apartments, you name it. There's no escaping them. They're on the hunt, they're after you 'cause they're hungry like the woooolf. You can choose to engage them, fight your way out, jump into the game, or head to the sanctuary located in CERES academy. The choice is yours. Be sure to make the right one.
PHASE II
[ xx:xx ] Spiders, spiders everywhere. For those who decided to surrender their lanterns, the first twelve hours of the game are a breeze. Then, come the spiders, hungry critters that will attack and try to catch you in their many webs strewn through the colony. Be sure not to get stuck in one while they chase you.
PHASE III
[ xx:xx ] Feeling weak? Not quite keeping up with the clown-faced gentlemen? Or maybe even your former friends and lovers? Well, there's a solution for that! You'll find another masked man happily pedaling some Pulse for you to take. The temptation is there with the promise of extra strength and a boost of power and speed. He won't hint at any side-effects, but oh, how you'll feel them when they hit. And those trying to dodge that fate, don't put your drink down anywhere or take your eyes off your food. Someone just might slip a little extra to get this game really going.

PHASE IV
[ xx:xx ] It's the last day of the game. You're tired. You're weary. You may have stabbed a roommate or ten. But the lights are gradually returning while the CEO appears as if from nowhere with a public apology on all the billboards. You're welcome to spam your disgust and contempt in his inbox. His explanation for not being around? Quite simple! He was off on an expedition this whole time and wasn't aware of the situation because he gets no reception out in the jungle. See, he was doing it all for the good of the colony and trying to look for more habitable terrain. Isn't that kind of him?

Any further complaints will be forward to his underlings, Elias and Lucius.

BONUS
[ why:o'clock ] You know what's fun? Jumping castles! Someone happened to surreptitiously leave one in CERES' large garden. Do you want to go in and see what's inside? For a limited time only, you can escape the madness and murder to jump to your heart's content. There also might be another clown-faced murderer watching you as you jump. And jump again. He'll just be in the corner. Breathing. Watching.
[ 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. ]

//RUN.EXE
Welcome to CEREALIA's fourth official event. For your convenience, we have compiled an OOC post explaining the event in greater detail. Feel free to ask questions there if you have anymore lingering concerns or inquiries.


glamming: ( pixiv: ??? ) (033)

phase iii;

[personal profile] glamming 2014-11-02 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Toughing it out as a lone wolf (ha) isn't very hard when you have ample experience as a mercenary. Neither is avoiding getting your edibles spiked, considering she's wolfing (ha ha) everything down without even setting it aside for a second. That said, she has zero experience with Pulse induced freak outs... so she has no idea what is going on here when she spots a familiar face throwing what seems to be a tantrum.

Hesitating for a moment and examining her options, she ultimately decides to approach her. If things go downhill, she's sure she could fend her off. And if fending her off isn't an option, then she could probably outrun her.

...Just to be on the safe side, however, she keeps her distance when she decides to speak up.]


Hey. [Alm...ost... in good cheer, if not for how scuffled up she looks right now.] What did those electronics ever do to ya?
duad: (shiny leather boots)

[personal profile] duad 2014-11-03 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She is now working her way on one of the stands. All of the laptops have been smashed into pieces and ripped in two, so there's nothing left except what once held them. There's no sound except the sound of metal clanging over and over again as she hits it on the ground. It echoes throughout the store and onto the streets as more electronics pieces break apart and almost fly into her face, but the stoic concentration of her anger seems not to care about that. Not a single one of them touches her. ]

It doesn't matter if they did anything or not... [ She stands up as her hands curl into fists. ] None of this matters. It's always the same thing over and over again! No matter where—!

[ She doesn't bother to finish that sentence because she pulls one of the broken pieces of metal and throws it across the room hoping it will hit something. Another furious scream escapes her. ]
glamming: ( game ) (006)

[personal profile] glamming 2014-11-04 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[How theatrical. Handling people's emotional outbursts has never been her strong point, and much less so when said outbursts are violent. She stays quiet for a handful of seconds, giving the electronic carnage a cursory glance, before watching her wreck the stands. It's good she doesn't seem to be aiming at someone, because that piece of metal would probably leave a bruise... at the very least.

Mukuro's blank expression doesn't quite match up with her tone when she finally responds.]


...Not a fan of murder games, huh. [More of an observation than anything, really.] This isn't the first time you've been through this?

[Not that she (consciously) cares, but.......]
duad: (lifestyle of a tortured artist for sale)

[personal profile] duad 2014-11-04 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The metal snaps beneath her grip and scrapes against her palm leaving a fresh, bleeding wound. It is not as deep as it could be, but there's enough blood for it to trickle down her arm and drip off of her elbow. Mary stops as silence envelops them both of them.

She stands up straight, looking over at her with an expression that doesn't fully encompass what she's truly feeling. Something about those words hits through her irritation and rage, it sinks down into the depths of who she is and catches her heart — hook, line, and sinker. ]


No. It's not... [ She looks down at the carnage beneath her, furrowing her eyebrows. ] This isn't the first time.