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Who: CERES & you
When: OOC: 12/20-12/31; IC: 10/21-10/27
Where: Cerealia & Vidia's Secret
What: Event log
Rating/Warning: PG-13 | Horror Ahoy!

//event008.EXE You Don't Stand a Ghost of a Chance You were always warned about the little things that go bump in the night, but you didn't believe them, did you? After all, ghosts don't exist, and things aren't really out to get you in the dark. As the month draws nearer to its final days, however, you're going to want to double check that belief of yours. On the eve of the 20th, continuing on, you'll feel the signs. It'll begin with a flicker, something barely noticeable. Conveniently, that day, the cinemas will start showing some creepy movies (maybe you'll have seen similar ones back home, or have you?) and you can access Ceres' TV stations- amazing show and movie line-up on their devices or TV screen. All seems to be normal, really... except for the weather that seems somewhat chilly and dismal throughout, with chances of storms every now and then. 'tis the season to be spooky, after all. It's just the weather being weird... Until you get the feeling that something is in your house... and you sure as heck didn't invite it in. How will you know? Well, you might hear it, whispering in your ear, or maybe see it as just appearing as part of that movie, or on a Holo-screen you're walking by, and disappearing as quickly as you hear or see it... "You'd better not shout, you'd better not cry, you'd better not pout NoT TeLliNg YoU whY Gonna taste you, spit you out, smell you soon YoU STINKy LOuT. Hope you like the company. We've been dying to meet you."

//SCENARIOS.EXE PHASE I [ xxxx ] Your first day will go normally enough, even if some things at work or school will behave a little oddly. Nothing too major, but enough to give you a sense of unease through the day. The real fun begins when the evening is in full swing, because things will feel even worse than before. Objects will disappear and reappear in the wrong places, your HoloGM at home or the workplace will decide to suddenly flicker into strange shapes and frightening objects before turning to normal, and who threw that lamp?? If you were planning on spending an evening of peace, well. We hate to be the bearer of bad news, but... on the positive side, there's a fun stream of spooky shows to watch?! Just ignore the possibility of someone joining you... or not. Ignoring a guest isn't nice, you know. Will you run into the arms of a lover or friend, or run and hide? The choice is yours. PHASE II [ xxxx ] You're going to really not like what comes next, deep into the hours past 3 a.m. Hope you're not a cranky sleeper, because you may want to be up for this. Your Cerevice will blink a strange message that will merely read "W A R N I N G" and flicker to normal before you feel that your privacy has been completely compromised. Or at least haunted. Because the next thing you know? Ghosts. Lots of them. And they're not going to wait before giving you chase and letting your senses take the hit. Of course, you might just get lucky and not be visited by any of the ghosts at all- but then again, things will just continue to make you jumpy and spook you out throughout the time the others suffer. Hope you weren't counting on a lot of sleep. And as for those of you who will eventually become victims of your unfriendly visitors, well... hope your friends are around to help. Your CereVice certainly will. PHASE III [ xxxx ] What a rotten week. If you haven't been visited by your ghosts of eternal damage, you're going to have a nasty week at work with things going wrong and everything just points at you. If you have been hit by a ghost, you're going to be suffering the after-effects throughout. The good news is, your CereVices will do their best to compensate for what you did lose. You can voice activate them or touch activate them, or have them give you textual directions. Your healer friends however, can come in very handy and attempt to fix you up- and may even succeed! Though some effects may be stronger than the rest. Even ViViD will have some intriguing new stages that may put your recent condition into focus and have you work through them to gain a better boost. Just don't be surprised if it isn't entirely effective, but hey, remember when we said having friends is a good thing? Hope you've been making some, because they might just be the only chance you have against suffering this alone. PHASE IV [ xxxx ] As the week draws to a close, the effects of the hauntings will start to wear off, and surprise and joy, things will seem normal again. People won't be experiencing any irritations and jumpy situations at home anymore, and all will be well. Then night will fall and they'll come again. For those of you who were lucky enough to escape, the only trouble you'll have is the screams of horror and the frightening situations your friends are in (did we mention you had to make friends?)- you may have to get out of bed to help, hunt around- and probably put your life on the line. Because those that did get affected, will be dragged into a place of horror and fright, of shivers and quivers- Vidia's Secret: Premium Lingerie to suit all tastes. A beast of horrifying proportions awaits there, ready to tear your friends from limb to limb, so we do hope the captives are prepared to fight, or die trying. PURGATORY [ whyo'clock ] You died while fighting against the final boss. Sucks, but it happens. That's why you're here, after all. There isn't much, but make yourselves at home. The surroundings will look pleasant enough, little recovery huts with some cute digital medics of all types waiting in there to help you out. After about 12 hours in Ceres time, the characters will step out of ViViD and be given gift bags with "You Tried" stars on them, each containing a sexy set of lingerie (and animal onesies for anyone below 16) and pampering materials like bath bombs, chocolates, candles and shampoos to take the trauma off the last few days. For those that survived, they'll be getting the same, as well as "Well Done!" stars on their bags (and an extra massage coupon)- and all parties will recieve a little note contained within reading: "We're sorry, have some gifts. You can blame one of your own for being too curious, though. Remember to read the instructions next time, and don't go on witch hunts!" For those exploring Purgatory, just relax and enjoy the view. Also, your characters might have woken up wearing the lingerie or onesies during their "recovery treatment"... we're sorry they're the only clothes they'll get until they leave. :( [ 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 latest event post. For your convenience, we have compiled a post detailing what's going on right here and feel free to consult the FAQ if needed. Please leave any lingering questions in the OOC post, and we'll answer them as soon as we can.

Comments

[dielectrics]

[ Yeah, Killua is definitely giving him a Look for that. A look that plainly says he's wondering if this guy remembers the whole mmmm delicious brains thing zombies are known for. ]

If you feel sorry for it, you can be in charge of feeding it.

[rollin]

Pass!

[ Yata is not becoming zombie food! Exasperated, he turns around to face the way they came from as he's about to say something when... ]

Hey, kid. You know how to fight?

[dielectrics]

Yeah, why?

[ Killua can kind of guess, though. He turns, too. Ah yes, the zombie has brought friends. Well, there's no shotgun, but this could be fun, too. He grins and holds up a hand; his nails sharpen into claws. ]

Oh. What about you?

wait, duh, i'm an idiot

[rollin]

[ ... Killua, you're like one of those heroes in his American comic books. Only that doesn't look like a face a hero would make at all. But seeing those claws fires Yata up! He smirks, and a red flame-like aura soon engulfs his entire body. ]

Heh, worried I'll hold you back?

I totally would have gone with it

[dielectrics]

[ In comics like that, Killua would be a hero if by hero you meant morally ambiguous thirteen year old easily swayed by the promise of chocolate into doing bad things. So basically, a villain.

Luckily, he's not in American comic books, so he's getting better about that. ]

You were totally scared of it a minute ago.

[ He thinks this is a very reasonable point to why he might, possibly, be worried that Yata will get in his way. The red aura is pretty neat, though, so maybe he won't have to spend the whole fight trying to keep Yata from getting his brain eaten. ]

look... when you have some overflow threads to do... sometimes you get confused...

[rollin]

That's 'cause I thought it was a ghost... But I ain't scared of anything I can punch!

[ Logic! It's why Yata has no problems charging at the horde of zombies head-on, even as they flicker. Wait, flicker? His fist creates a red stream of light in the air as he throws a punch. To his surprise, it doesn't connect. Instead, he goes right past them, distorting their images in the process. ]

I saw nothing, I have no idea what you're talking about

[dielectrics]

[ For a second, Killua just stares at Yata's back. This is... kind of remarkably familiar. Then he grins and wades into the fighting, too. Zombie parts go flying. An entire head gets torn right off and rolls to a stop at Yata's feet. By the time they're done, the zombies are nothing but charred smears.

Killua toes at the head and sighs. ]

Aw man, that wasn't even a good warm up.

you're too good to me

[rollin]

[ Man, this kid can kill. He hasn't seen anyone this young this vicious—is he a Strain?—but he digresses. The most important thing to him right now is this: ]

Wait.

[ He raises a hand as if signalling him to stop. ]

How come I wasn't able to do anything?

[ Because you're useless, Yata. ]

[dielectrics]

[ Killua pauses and blinks. Looks around at the scattering of gore. ]

What, were you that slow? I totally left a few for you.

[ Because that's not insulting at all! ]

[rollin]

Where? You looking down on me, asshole!?

[ He shakes his fist at Killua! Don't call kids assholes, Yata... ]

[dielectrics]

[ Sadly, Killua doesn't have the height to do any physical looking down on Yata, but at least he's honestly not trying to be too much of a jerk here. ]

There. [ He points behind Yata at a few zombies that have shuffled out of the shadows to gnaw on their brethren's dismembered corpses. ] See? You missed them.

[ Isn't that thoughtful? ]

[rollin]

[ Yata will quickly dispose of those few zombies, then! He makes quick work out of them with his flames and his acrobatic style of street fighting. Skulls get knocked off shoulders, limbs go flying. It won't get the lengthy description he deserves and would have wanted, though. ]

There, done!

[ See! He can fight... too! ]

[dielectrics]

[ Very impressive, so flashy! Maybe. ]

Wow, that took you a while. [ THANKS KILLUA. ] That flame stuff was pretty cool, though. What was it?

[ It wasn't nen, after all; he'd checked. ]

[rollin]

[ KILLUA HE IS GOING TO MURDER YOU.

Actually... ]

How 'bout you beat me and I'll tell ya?

[dielectrics]

[ He'd deserve it tbh. But Killua only grins, perking up at the idea of something a little more challenging. ]

Sure, you're probably a little harder than the zombies. [ Probably. ]

[rollin]

You little brat... Don't look down on HOMRA!

[ At that moment, a sudden firestorm engulfs his entire body. He's probably getting in trouble for this, but that's the least of his worries right now. It's on. ]

[dielectrics]

[ Oh, mildly cool. Killua watches with interest even as he calls Nen to provide a barrier against Yata's attack.

He does have one question before they get into it, though. ]

What's Homra?

1/2

[rollin]

[ He fistpumps, all too eager to explain. ]

Heh! HOMRA is the Red Clan! Our King, Mikoto Suoh, gave me this power—

[rollin]

Wait, you just made me give it away!

[dielectrics]

Gave what away? I still don't get what that Homra thing is.

[ Clans and kings and everything are all well and good, but there's a distinct lack of words being used here to have it make sense. ]

[rollin]

HOMRA is the Red Clan! There are seven Clans—aaah, whatever!

[ Think fast, because here he comes with a flurry of fire punches. ]

[dielectrics]

[ Honestly, Killua is kind of glad they're getting to the fighting. That explanation was giving him a headache.

He dodges the punches, blocks a few when he gets lazy, then jumps, puts his hand on Yata's head, and neatly flips over him to land at Yata's back, slouching with his hands tucked in his pockets. ]

Are the clans important or something?

[rollin]

[ That move is like, all sorts of rude. ]

Fucking duh!

[ Good thing Yata has quick reflexes. He crouches and sweeps a fiery leg at Killua's feet in one fast and fluid motion. ]

[dielectrics]

[ Killua skips back a step, bending just enough that Yata's blow grazes him — enough to send him slamming back into the wall and go sliding to the ground.

After a moment, he climbs to his feet and tips his head down to examine the faintly singed patch on his shirt. ]

Huh. So it really does burn if you let it touch you. [ He looks back up. ] Okay, why're they important?

[rollin]

[ So he only let himself get hit to test it out!? Killua's skill is admirable, but it's also pissing Yata off. At least he doesn't seem to mind doing exposition in the middle of a fight. ]

The Clans run Japan... Nah, it's more like they fight for it!

[ He charges at Killua again, hoping to land a jab, an uppercut and a kick in quick succession. He knows his strength is way beyond anything a normal human can handle, he doesn't care. He's not about to lose to some kid! ]