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C E R E A L I A ★ M O D S。 ([personal profile] reparator) wrote in [community profile] estoria2015-08-01 06:06 pm

« 017 ⇢ EVENT017.EXE »

Who: Everyone, even some dropped friends
When: IC: 2/13 - 2/14 ; OOC: 8/02 - 8/03
Where: The Nexus Code
What: Characters seem to have ended up in the Nexus Code, and there are some old friends here (but they don't seem capable of saying hi)
Rating/Warning: Currently none! Please let us know if the log heads into R-related territory so we can lock it!







Nexus_Space.ASM



At first it is only dark. The blackness cannot be seen through no matter how used to the dark you are; it's a blackness that defies light in every way.

And then, contrarily, there is light.

Blue, purple, green, the strands of light brighten the way enough to allow the space that you are in to be seen. It's decrepit. Lines of light like strings run through, around and are tied to what seem to be old, half-coded buildings, because it is undoubtedly true that everything present is code.

Everything is slightly off here.

The floor may suddenly no longer be solid, and then you're falling, through blackness and empty space, until you are dropped right back where you were before, an unsettling glitch that truly has no impact in the end. A building, half-finished and unreal, can be walked through as if it isn't there.

And strung up by those lines of light, there are faces.

They may be faces you know, people you have seen before. They may even be the faces of people back home, but they have passed through Cerealia before, and that is why they are here. This is, after all, the Nexus Code--Nexus Space. And you are not alone here; it seems you are all stuck here, and there's no exit to be found. The bodies can't be interacted with; if you try to touch them, your fingers will pass right through them, just as you can't touch the lights.

But the problem isn't with the lights, or the buildings, or the floor, or the bodies. No, the problem is with you, because the longer you're in here, the more your body fades away as your code is corrupted by your surroundings. Bit by bit, you can touch less, feel less, see less, hear less, until it's clear that you're doomed to fade away.

And even worse, the longer you look at those motionless, strung up bodies of friends and family, the more it becomes clear, a niggling sensation that you can't shake: there are faces that should be here that are missing, as well.



//RUN.EXE

Welcome to the wrap-up to Cerealia's July event!

Characters have been dropped into the Nexus Code, and there's no easy way out of here; the bodies they will find will be those of any character that has dropped from Cerealia except for those with high magic abilities or spiritual affinity of some sort. Those characters will be mysteriously absent, even if they were dropped from Cerealia before. Feel free to use your best judgement in that.

Please visit the OOC information here, and should you have any questions, feel free to ask them here! You can also check the FAQ for more general inquiries. Characters will be stuck in the Nexus Code for one full day: 8/01 to 8/03, or IC 2/13 through 2/14. Should this event log hit Captcha, there is an all-purpose overflow here. Thank you!

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[personal profile] om_nom_namur 2015-08-02 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
[It isn't often that Namur gets so thoroughly lost that he can't even find his way back to somewhere he's familiar with and try again. If he can't smell his way back, there's usually a tug. He can taste north- or whatever gravitational equivalent might be present.

And now there's nothing.

No north, no scents, no sound. He can touch, and he can see, barely, but those senses have always been dull to him and carry little meaning.

He was just trying to get home after work, damn it. A brawl had broken out in the nightclub and he'd been forced to whoop some dumbass into next week, but the guy'd had a switchblade rigged up in the sole of his shoe and got a piece of Namur's leg before the end. The gash throbs with each step. Without adrenaline and the thrill of a fight to give him something else to focus on, it bothers him that much more. He just wanted to go home and prop his leg up somewhere and sleep. It'll stop hurting tomorrow.

But now he's lost. The world's gone dark. And shit's getting creepy. Not even Observation Haki helps.

He hears something and jumps, dropping into a defensive crouch, the set of his shoulders showing those who know what to look for that he's ready to fight, but he doesn't bring his hands up, not yet. Who the hell made that noise? Was it you?]
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[personal profile] dishonorstudent 2015-08-02 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, look who got transported right out of a jail cell into what appears so be some kind of digital afterlife. Not only that, but she's reunited with Senketsu rather quickly, with him being a sentient life form posessing human DNA, too. While synchronized with her Kamui, she had already spent most of her time in the Nexus Space trying to destroy these weird buildings and obstacles, only to find that she can't interact with any of them. Or not in the way she wants to.

Eventually she stops completely, now quietly observing the face of Nui Harime. What a sad creature, to be lumped in here with the very humans that she hates.

She sees other friends, too. There's Yata, Miyamura, Xion... all people who deserve better than to be these lifeless dolls here. ]



What the...? Does anyone know just what the hell's goin' on here?! This place is startin' to piss me off...
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[personal profile] dereban 2015-08-02 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know. [ Nice to see you again, Ryuko. Inaba's been trying to figure out things herself, keeping into consideration that this place is weird, this isn't Cerealia, but this doesn't seem to be normal. Does it have something to do with the glitching from earlier..? ]

But there's definitely something strange.
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[personal profile] manolia 2015-08-02 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
earlier.

[From the sight issues - like running smack into a mural of a dragon that was just there yesterday, Chibi swears it - to... Now, this, complete darkness. He supposes he should have expected it, but it's still jarring.]

[When there is light, he closes his eyes against it, searching for signs of life. No... Nothing, and yet he is still seeing, still maybe breathing. The paradox is strange, and Chibi has to wiggle his fingers to make sure he's still in control of his body. But as he walks further, towards the building clipping in and out, he notices something: Souls. Bodies? People, motionless, lifeless from what light he can see... He realizes to his horror that he recognizes some, but has not seen much of them in awhile. Have they come here to rest? Has CERES taken them here?]

[He reaches to touch a body hanging from the lights, and his fingers pass through it. Chibi is increasingly sure that he's not a body, now, or on the mortal plane at all; it's more like he's in a dream. No, he cannot be dreaming; he was awake just a moment ago. Everything is almost half-finished, almost like...]


What in the Goddess' name is... Are we code, rather than flesh? Is this the underlying reality of this place? [He is turned to the line of bodies, as though one will spring to life and answer.]

later.

[The nearing of mortality crashes upon him like a weight. He's not unaccustomed to the idea that everything, someday, will die - he's seen it in dreams, the fading away of their planet and every other, so many times that it's etched into his memory. But even when he died before he arrived here (just a month or two ago, such a short time ago), he knew that his Wakfu would cycle back to birth him and Grougal again. The Goddess' first children can never truly fade away, after all.]

[Now, he can neither see nor sense Wakfu, and with the dimming of his senses seeming so similar to the physical sensation of death, it terrifies him. Everything which was once motion is now a horrifying, static still before him.]

[Chibi sinks to one knee among the lighted faces - one the AI woman who greeted him when he first came here; one the young man he once saw deconstruct a cerevice on the sidewalk; one the beautiful young lady he saved from the snowstorm, now seemingly lifeless, so fragile - and clasps his hands together in prayer. Under his breath, he mutters:]
Goddess Eliatrope, Mother of All, if you can hear me upon the sands of spacetime, allow me to join you. Allow me to meld into Your sea, so I may become like a bottle taken by the waves; allow me to pass into the Krosmoz and become anew. In this time, as others, accept me into the soul of Wakfu once again.

Amen. [And he stands, like nothing happened. anyone else need their last rites performed??]
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[personal profile] ineptus 2015-08-02 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
[A - Earlier]

[This place was kind of cool? A little unsettling, because these seem like actual glitches, and if you combine going through the stuff here with how she was sort of fading before she found herself in this place, it's...well. Unsettling. Still though, kind of cool!

At least if you're ignoring the bodies hanging around. After trying to interact with them, Mabel's taken to pretending they're not there. They probably aren't real anyway. Nothing to worry about. As she wanders around though, you can catch her glancing at them with some vague concern.

What if they come to life and try to jump her like a zombie or something...?]


[B - Later]

[There's one familiar face, though, that all but forces Mabel to start minding the bodies again. Seeing Dipper strung up and lifeless practically stops her heart. There's a good amount of time spent calling up to him, trying to get him to react somehow. Move, look at her, talk...anything. It's all useless, of course, which eventually leaves her sitting on the ground underneath him.

She's completely pulled herself into her sweater, just her feet poking out at the bottom and the top of her head visible from the collar. If you draw close, you'll hear, "It's not real," mumbled over and over again in a small, shaky voice.

Maybe if she spoke a little louder, she could actually convince herself of that.]
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[personal profile] fortheprincess 2015-08-02 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ The last time Hak had blacked out was a long, long time ago.

Needless to say, when it happens again, he's disturbed and visibly so. He knew what caused it the last time. This time, it's a complete mystery, and that's what he hates the most about this place. It's shrouded in the unknown. Uncovering the truth here is proving to be just as difficult as it was back at home with Soo-won.

But this is not him losing consciousness--it's this place twisting, morphing into something so strange and so foreign; Hak stays put, grip tightening around his Hsu Quandao, and he watches the scene unfold as lights begin to descend down from his apartment. He was just here, and yet, this is a completely different landscape than where he'd been earlier.

What gets Hak to pause is when he sees the forms of his friends.

Yoon, namely. Off to his left, his figure still small as ever.

What draws his attention foremost, however, is short, flowing red hair off to his right. He knows that hair. He can recognize it anywhere. ]


Princess!

[ In a panic, Hak extends his hand, reaching out to her with rugged fingertips; but they pass through her, as if she were reduced to nothing but a ghost despite the peaceful look on her face. Hak's heart stops, and then he turns to try and reach out to Yoon--they're not. They're not here.

They're not here.

There's a moment where he just stares. Stares at the lifeless forms of his friends, of the girl he loves, floating inside of the light. He doesn't care about anyone else around him except for them. Hak--he'd left for weeks, broke into the research center as a security guard, was prepared to think over his next plan of action--and this--this is not what he wanted.

Slowly, rage starts to build from within. He hasn't been this angry, this lost since Soo-won had betrayed him and Yona.

It's clear that he's ready to shed blood. ]
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impheired: yeah, like five in my neck. (sigh ♚ ‘do u have kinks’?)

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[personal profile] impheired 2015-08-02 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Kuzuryuu's probably one of the luckier ones in this event. He's lost two classmates, sure, but neither of them are people he was particularly close to. Seeing them strung up like this bothers him, sure, but it's nothing really to what Mabel must be feeling. Seeing the lifeless body of a beloved sibling? That stuff fucks a person up, even if they aren't twelve.]

[For a moment, he just stands in front of her, watching her mumble over and over again. But after a while, he sits down next to her.]


Hey, Mabel...it's Hiko.

[He's not going to try and force her out of her sweater or anything just yet. Or even to talk if she doesn't want to. But he doesn't want to give her a heart attack or anything by not letting her know he's there.]
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[personal profile] niceguypose 2015-08-02 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
[A. Earlier]

[Rock Lee has little time to appreciate the fire of youth burning in him again. There's the mystery of their surroundings, and even more...

There are the missing people.

His eyes full of tears, he rushes at them, one by one. He'll go through the person each time, but he'll keep trying anyway.]


Sakura-san!!

Tenten!!

Gaara-kun!!

Yata-kun!!

Dipper-kun!!

[And sometimes, he'll fall through the glitchy floor mid-run.]

Sakuraaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh-!!!

[B. Later]

[Rock Lee stands in the half-wrecked building. He looks up towards the faces of Sakura and his other departed comrades, then back down at his hand, as it fades in and out of existence.

This feels different from the type of fading he was experiencing back in the city. It really feels like... he's starting to come apart.

He looks around uncertainly, with an unusual stillness.]


Is this really... the end?
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[personal profile] ineptus 2015-08-02 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
[She hadn't noticed him even sit down, so lost in trying to convince herself that everything's okay. So letting her know he's there is a good idea, because that would have scared her a little had she peeked out. Not that she has any plans on that, even as he does speak to her. Though hearing him at least has the mumbling stopping!

It's replaced by a little whimper and the girl curling up tighter, however, so whether that's good or not is probably debatable.]
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[personal profile] stagewright 2015-08-02 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ ...Well this place sure is creepy and unsettling as fuck. Trucy is choosing to ride the upside, though: finally, she can see her damn props again. Once she figured out she could still touch them, it hadn't been too terrible (except it had been) but even so she hasn't done a proper show in a day or so. That hardly stopped her from having her usual array of props on her.

While she can't help herself looking at the familiar faces (Apollo Justice, but if you see her catch sight of him she's not about to talk about it so oh well) - and feeling ill at ease when she can't find one she knows should be there - Trucy chooses to use her time more constructively: that is, she's trying to distract herself (and anyone who happens to want to hang out with her) from all the hanging bodies. Because god. Up until she's faded away too much to hold onto things, she'll sit cross-legged off to one side on a safe patch of ground, determined not to look up. There's no apparent way out of here right now, so may as well make the best of things!

So instead of looking up, she shuffles cards. She always has decks of cards on her - decks, plural, because a card trick is the bread and butter of the magical world. Like a hat trick, or a panty trick. Trucy's good at faking cheerful and holy hell is she determined to do it here. If cards don't work, she's got a little magic to go around... ]


Fancy a game of poker?! Or whatever kind of card game you like. I know lots, and if I don't know it, I'm happy to learn. We can play for secrets, or candy you can give me at a later date, or buttons, or whatever, I don't mind! Credits are, of course, also an option!

[ From the excessively professional way she's shuffling those cards, taking Trucy Wright on in a game of poker (or whatever) might be a questionable life choice. It doesn't help that she's a human lie detector, though that's solely based on her ability to read body language - still, have you really got anything better to do? Her professional show-business smile is megawatt and firmly in place, and she's determined to stay stubbornly optimistic until she can't hold a single card any longer. ]
impheired: “chillin like a villain” because it shows that i’m calm but also ready to sin. (sultry ♚ i relate to the phrase)

[personal profile] impheired 2015-08-02 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[He sighs.]

You want me to sit with you for a while? You don't have to talk or anything, but I figured you might want some company.
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[personal profile] ineptus 2015-08-02 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[It wasn't anything against you, Kuzuryuu, that curling up. She just doesn't know what else to do.

What she does know, however, is that she doesn't want to be alone. Or...at least she's pretty sure she doesn't. It's hard to tell, but right now the idea of Hiko leaving just makes her more upset so yeah, she's pretty sure she doesn't want to be alone.

There's a clear nod from the sweater monster. Please stay and sit with her.]
impheired: this morning. shut down airport security. don't tell me that your family is embarrassing. (stare ♚ my dad assaulted a tsa agent)

[personal profile] impheired 2015-08-02 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
[There are only two people strung up here who Kuzuryuu recognizes. And, while he (sort of) cares about them (way deep down), this scene isn't as disturbing for him as it could be for others. Mostly he's just been wandering around, trying to find a way out. Which...has proved to be nothing short of a frustratingly fruitless endeavor. The irritation is plain as day on his face by the time he finally wanders over to Trucy's little patch of ground, though it doesn't seem to be aimed at her.]

What, no magic tricks?

[He was expecting something like "pick a card" given the item in her hand. But poker works too, he guesses.]
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[personal profile] stagewright 2015-08-02 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
Why, Kuzuryuu! Are you asking for a trick?

[ Because you know what she can absolutely and totally do one if you really, truly want. Do you want to meet Mr. Hat once again. Because guess who else came to the Nexus Mr. Hat totally did. ]

Because I can always provide one of those! But a game's more interactive, isn't it? And maaaaaybe I haven't worked the past day or so 'cause of a really specific eye affliction, so I clearly have to make up for the difference here and now.
impheired: but my heart is pure and the love i give is real. (happy ♚ i'm flawed like a motherfucker)

[personal profile] impheired 2015-08-02 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
Alright. Whenever you want me to fuck off, just say the word then. Otherwise, I'll stay right here.

[Man, he kind of wishes he had something fun to do with him. Something that might distract her from the dead-looking brother strung up just above her. But, unfortunately, the only things he carries with him are things he considers useful. A gun, his wakizashi, a lighter, a flash drive in the heel of each shoe, a small notebook and pen...]
impheired: i'm like a human expresso (sulk ♚ i am so small and bitter)

[personal profile] impheired 2015-08-02 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
No, just a little surprised to hear you weren't offering. Poker sounds fine though, better than just walking around uselessly.

[He takes a seat across from her, crossing his legs.]

You had the vision bullshit too, huh? What was it for you?
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[personal profile] ineptus 2015-08-02 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Another nod, but that's about all he gets. She's just going to stay curled up, silent, and glad that he's there. That makes things a little better. Not much, but...any amount of better is preferred.

Perhaps you should add something like a deck of cards to your list of "useful" things. Apparently you never know when you'll need them! They'd be useful here, after all, and isn't it possible to cut people with them? What a great weapon. But you know, your pen and notebook could be made into something fun if you have any imagination!]
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[personal profile] stagewright 2015-08-02 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
I couldn't see any of my props. Or anything related to my magic...

[ See this pout. This pout was on her face for every single day of the event. It fades a little as she starts to deal the cards, again with terrifying ease and practice.

She's probably not going to cheat against him, at least. ]


What about you?
impheired: not on me. just like...in a drawer (ponder ♚ sometimes i wish i had boobs.)

[personal profile] impheired 2015-08-02 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[But he likes the weapons he has!! They're great. And definitely more effective than a deck of cards. What is he, some kind or lame manga hero? Fighting with cards...ridiculous.]

[In any case, the silence stretches on for quite some time. Five minutes, ten, fifteen... He wasn't Kidding, apparently, he really did just plan to sit here with here so she didn't have to be alone. After a good half an hour though, he finally speaks up.]


Y'know, I've been meaning to ask...the sweater you made me for Christmas...how'd you do that? Was it knitting or...that other thing? The one with just one needle?

[What the hell does that have to do with anything.]
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[personal profile] ineptus 2015-08-02 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Fighting with cards would be cool! Impractical maybe, but cool none the less. You would be at least 20% cooler.

It doesn't really matter how long they sit there to her. The fact that he's still sitting with her is so appreciated. Silent or not, though when he talks she seems to jump just a tiny bit in surprise. But oh, hey, a question!

At first it probably seems like she's not going to reply, since she stays quiet even after he asks, but he does eventually get a mumbled reply.]


...it's knitting...

[It has absolutely nothing to do with anything, but that's okay.]
impheired: in the park more than 2 feet away from me until they are capable of punching an eagle. (talk ♚ my kids are NEVER playing)

[personal profile] impheired 2015-08-02 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
Anything that had to do with my family. Or well...I guess by the end, it was anything that even reminded me of them. [That had been about ten times worse to deal with, unsurprisingly. There are so many things that remind him of his family compared to things that actually have a non-objective link to them.]
impheired: trying to ruin my own life (gaze ♚ i think i am subconsciously)

[personal profile] impheired 2015-08-02 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[He hasn't really been meaning to ask that, of course. It was just the first thing he could think of to start a conversation with her. And he has a feeling that if he can just get her talking, he might be able to pull her out of this. At least a little bit.]

Oh yeah? You're really good at it. Do you make all your sweaters then?
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[personal profile] ineptus 2015-08-02 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
[That's a pretty solid plan there, Kuzuryuu.

She's got a lot of pride in her sweater work, probably pretty obvious by the fact she wears them in practically any weather and just assumes people want them. She doesn't thank him though, but at least she seems to uncurl a little bit in her sweater. She also nods.]


Uh-huh...
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[personal profile] newtimes 2015-08-02 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
( What an unsettling place indeed. Mutsu gets off a little luckier than most-- yes, he sees familiar faces but his closest friends are no where to be seen. Or maybe this is the opposite of lucky because if they were here, at least he would know where they were.

He recognizes these faces and knows he isn't the only one who does. So when he spots a little girl of all people looking up at the bodies, he's quick to swoop in.
)

Hey--! Are ya by ya'rself here?
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[personal profile] ineptus 2015-08-02 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, hello there mister! Mabel is easily distracted from the bodies, as she'd much rather talk to living people than look at dead(???) ones. Though she just smiles at the question. It's one she's getting used to hearing.]

I was, but now you're here! So I don't think that can count as "by myself" anymore! Which is good because this place gives me the creeps.

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