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//EVENT023.EXE

Who: Everyone + the ghosts of Christmas past the ghosts who aren't the ghosts of Christmas past
When: OOC: 12/16 to 12/23 ; IC: 4/22 to 4/26
Where: All around Cerealia
What: We have some new friends visiting.
Rating/Warning: PG-13 for violent and dangerous situations; please let the mods know if the rating needs to go up or the log needs to be locked!




//event023.EXE



The metaphorical sun is shining today -- until it isn't. All of a sudden, there's a creeping sensation up your spine, and the sense that something bad is coming. The day seems a little darker. And those closer to the source who are in their homes in the residential district will understand that sensation better than anyone.

The pure of heart throughout the city who have been feeling under the weather lately will suddenly feel a terrible sense of all-encompassing dread overcome them. A loud metal groan will echo throughout the city as once again, the city undergoes surprise renovations. But today it is not what has been keeping the residents in – but rather some surprise visitors who have wanted out.

And there's a message on the wind, one that might be heard for anyone who listens hard enough...


Murderers.

Murderers.

Murderersmurderersmurderers.

//SCENARIOS.EXE


PHASE I

[ 9:00 ] The peace of the morning in the Residential District shatters just as the wall caves through. It’s a small segment of wall -- no more than five feet across at most. And yet the crash and groan of the metal being stretched is ominously accompanied by the distinct piercing screech of metal and another sound. A raucous noise, a combination of ungodly wailing and sharp, victorious laughter spills forth from the hole left in the wall as a myriad of ghosts and spirits erupt from the newly created exit. Characters with any type of spiritual sense will find themselves nearly overwhelmed by the amount of negative ghostly energy that suddenly floods Cerealia and characters with no sense of preservation will find any attempt to enter the hole blocked by the fiercest of ghosts, met with deadly force if they try to pass, as the ghosts won’t hesitate to do things such as reach straight into your body to try to stop your heart.

These ghosts are out for blood, and they don’t seem to stop no matter how you try to talk to them -- they just hiss out, over and over again, “Murderersmurderersmurderers.

From there, the ghosts move on. Their true target, after all, is CERES… but to them, there’s no difference between the character players and CERES. They’ll go for whoever gets in their way, phasing through walls and becoming tangible long enough to reach for characters before fading away again. Characters with special abilities will find themselves in a similar state. Their abilities may increase and decrease in power sporadically, or be completely gone. They may attempt to cast a spell only to find that the wrong spell is cast instead, or an attempt at healing may end up a more dangerous spell. Be careful with your own magical skills!

Those with items or powers specifically intended to ward off spirits will still fulfill their intended purposes when used – unless malicious spiritual energy gets to them first.

PHASE II

[ 14:00 ] It seems the ghosts have more tricks up their sleeves. It seems that a not-so-friendly ghost has decided to play a game with you. It doesn't matter where you are, or what you're doing, because a moment later a voice calls out -- Hey. Can you see me? -- and once you turn your head, you’ll come face to face with a surprise.

Who is it in this world (or your world, or any world) that you have managed to disappoint the most? A family member? A friend? Yourself? They face you now, eyes full of sadness, and they say, “I need you to do something for me.” Without another word, they’ll turn away and begin to walk. Your vision grows foggy, focused solely on the need to do whatever this person wants – they need you, after all. Your legs move to follow them, unless you manage to somehow resist.

But you apparently don’t seem to notice that you’re the only one who can see this person – or that they’re leading you stray toward that monorail track with the sound of the train coming closer, or that busy intersection, or right off the sky bridge.

PHASE III

[ 6:00 ] Other ghosts don’t feel like borrowing faces in order to inflict damage. No, they’ll inflict their damage on a far more personal level. They manifest suddenly and without warning – then all it takes is a simple touch. A ghostly hand reaches out to you and it feels like the cold wraps around your heart, and your vision skews, and then... they leave just as suddenly as they came.

Those who have been around for awhile may very well recognize the ghosts, at that.

But the damage has already been done. Depending on a character’s assigned sense, they will feel one of the following changes:

Sight: Hopefully you aren’t in the habit of bending the truth. Dead men tell no tales, they say. But what happens to a living person unable to tell lies? Any attempt at telling any lie or falsehood will cause the character to feel as though their throat has closed off, and they can do nothing more than choke.

Smell: The cold passes, but in some way that it never really leaves. And then everything seems perfectly normal. Nothing has changed, right? You're fine -- except that in a short period of time with how crazy things are, it becomes apparent that you're unable to feel pain. The damage to your body is the same as ever, but dangerously, you can't feel a thing.

Taste: It would appear as though the ghosts have a sense of humor. From those who rest in eternal slumber, try a few days of being unable to sleep. Everything seems fine at first... but slowly but surely, that lack of sleep will start to take its toll.

Hearing: Most others would feel relief once the ghosts left, finally a moment of peace. But you? You don’t feel anything – nothing kind, anyway. Rather, you have been left unable to feel joy. Everything seems either bleak or as though it simply has no emotional impact at all.

Touch: How many deaths have been caused in the name of heroics? Apparently in an attempt to keep future casualties down (or perhaps for their own laughter), the ghosts have left you unable to be brave. Suddenly, a situation you'd face fearlessly is one that has sent you running, panic sharp in your chest.

These effects will last throughout the event, if a character is caught by them.

PHASE IV

[ 10:00 ] While chaos erupts throughout the city, some of the more misguided ghosts (but still bloodthirsty, so very bloodthirsty) just happened to run into the wrong part of town and don’t know how to give a proper scaring. One ghost seems to think that it was a great idea to possess a masseusebot from the Spa. You’re grabbed suddenly! You fight for your life but can’t seem to get yourself out of its metal grip! With expert precision that only a robot can mange, it finds your pressure points – and releases all that tension from this Incredibly Bad Day. The ghost inside the robot is confused, distressed -- why is this human suddenly so relaxed? It only wants to murder. But the only illegal thing happening here is how good this massage makes you feel.

Maybe later you’ll walk down the street and get stopped by the ghost that possessed a balloon dispenser. Perhaps a ghost has possessed the friendly McCERES mascot, and is now handing out coupons with murderous intent. And of course, there are always the hug bots...

Look, they tried really hard, okay.

Of course... they might end up possessing technology a little closer to home as well, at which point it's not so funny.

BONUS

[ xx:xx ] Hopefully you have friends who have ghost-fighting skills. Or ghost-taming skills. Or ghost-bellydancing skills, who knows, we won't judge them if you don't. But what of those poor people who come from worlds where the supernatural is some weird television show?

Worry not, poor souls, for CERES is here to provide! Some time after the ruckus begins, characters will find what looks to be a hand-held vacuum cleaner situated innocuously in their rooms (only one per person, you greedy gus). The logo on the side will helpfully inform you that this is of CERES make, because the paper pamphlet beside your new device? Well, it's more like a picture book. Observe Stick-Man Sully as he uses his vacuum cleaner to capture ghosts! Learn from his stellar example! Do not stick the hose in your mouth or attempt to give the vacuum CPR, there's a big X over that picture. Also of the one where Stick-Man Sully sets his captive ghosts free once more, we don't want that, do we?

Your new ghost vacuum should prove effective against any ghastly ghoul that shoots your way, but beware! Should you capture a ghost and not turn in your vacuum to CERES for weekly ghost disposal, your ghost will serenade you in the wee hours of the morning with its song of choice. If you capture a whole horde of ghosts, well, congratulations. You have a boy band living in your vacuum.


[ Remember to apply proper warnings on threads with sensitive 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 DECEMBER event! 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. This event will last from 12/16 to 12/23, or IC 4/22 to 4/26. Should this event log hit Captcha, there is an all-purpose overflow here. Thank you!

borntorebel: (Down time)

[personal profile] borntorebel 2015-12-18 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[The fear she'd sensed before is nothing like touching him. It's a surprise the boy's even able to form words with how scared he is.

But she's already seen his strength of will, so she knows that this is difficult for him.]


No, they rarely are logical, but that's why we have to be. As for a base, we can try my house or look in some of the shrines around the city. We're halfway to both at this point, so whichever would make you easier.

While we're on the move, try to think of a place Baymax is.
discard: (helloooo police lady person who is cute)

[personal profile] discard 2015-12-18 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[He wasn't answering Chaltier... At that reminder, Leon frowns slightly. He's going to have to apologize to Chal--later, when there aren't people around to see that he's capable of using the s-word ("sorry"). But he does drop a hand to Chal's hilt, gently running a thumb over it. Poor sword, he's sorry for scaring you.

As for the Bizarro Duo in front of him, it all clicks a moment later--]


Ah. This is the "armatization" you spoke about before. [Apparently. He wasn't expecting a magical girl transformation, but you do you, Sorey.]

As for what happened...I was certain there was--

[... Stahn. He was sure there was Stahn, but now that he lifts his head again to look around properly, Stahn is nowhere to be found (obviously, he never would've been that quiet). He does see the pond that way though, expression tightening even further.

Ah. Of course. There is no Stahn, there never was a Stahn here; he must be somewhere else. Which means...]


Tch! [He got played for a fool, and the fact that he was sort of brainwashed doesn't matter at all. He holds himself to a higher standard than this, so this is just infuriating.] These damn ghosts!
borntorebel: (Jungle Jedi)

[personal profile] borntorebel 2015-12-18 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[She hadn't meant to scare him, but it looks as if it's working anyway. His safety is the most important thing to her at this point in time.]

I can try and find him, yes. I have a way.

[She touches his shoulder, shoving away his panic to try and stabilize him.][She looks up to see the ghost and lets out a low growl. Takeru's safety is the most important thing right now. Without a second thought, Leia picks the boy up and starts to run.]

When I get my hands on one of these CERES people, I'm going to strangle them. With the Force.

[FORCE NECK HUGS FOR EVERYONE!]
borntorebel: (Undercover)

[personal profile] borntorebel 2015-12-18 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[Leia looks down at her blaster and swaps it out for the empty hilt of her lightsaber.]

I'm not defenseless in the least.

[It's just that she's used to using the blaster.]

My blaster probably won't do much of anything, but it's more of a safety precaution.
oneirism: (I know you mean well)

[personal profile] oneirism 2015-12-18 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's what spirits do best. They're either helpful or MAKE EVERYTHING AWFUL.

Yuri's response prompts a soft smile - she also seemed so sad, so it was nice to see that there's someone who's there for her and cares for her so much. Especially after she had seen how lonely Yuri was.]


... That's good.

[Of course, that smile soon fades when the topic of her memory comes up, ducking her head down with a sigh. There's simply a nod at the remark, because considering some of the things she's heard, she knows Yuri has probably seen worse; so has Lapis.

But it's still an event she can't brush away, and she ducks her head down even more. "Wasn't your fault" is something she should listen to, but the guilt is still there, still nags at the back of her mind.]


Yeah, it was a possession... I was stupid and let the spirit get in, let it hurt the others... [She trails off, placing her hands against her abdomen - over her scar from where the spirit had been ripped out of her.]

... I should technically be dead. The wound I got due to the exorcism was fatal, should've been, but I guess I'm too stubborn. [It's said flatly, and she wraps her arms around herself with a sigh. Then she looks back over at Yuri, her expression almost hesitant.]

But in that memory... Why did you...? [She doesn't finish the sentence, not able to find the right words to say what she wants in a tactful manner.]
borntorebel: (In-cred-i-ble)

[personal profile] borntorebel 2015-12-18 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ironically, it is the fact that Leia trained at all with her brother for the Force that she is now susceptible to the ghosts running around calling everyone murderers and trying to kill the living. She hadn't ever really thought that being able to use the Force would be more of a hindrance than a help, but now is really one of those times.

And she's cursing Luke, Anakin, Obi-Wan and just about anyone else she can remember while she's inundated with all of the negative emotions of everyone and thing in this Force-foresaken colony.

There's another set of emotions that aren't quite as negative coming her way, but the way that her headache is working, she can't really make out more than a woman-shape figure.]


The ghosts...There's too much fear.
pollygrapher: (48)

[personal profile] pollygrapher 2015-12-18 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
If you're sure. [He spares another glance between the two of them.]

We can watch each other's backs until this is over. [He presses his pointer finger to his forehead, an idea occurring to him.] Say, it sounds like you've dealt with supernatural things in your world. Is there anything you think ghosts would avoid?
pollygrapher: (47)

[personal profile] pollygrapher 2015-12-18 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Alright. We'll call them once we find a safer place to stay.

[He keeps a firm hand on her shoulder as he guides them down the street, keeping an eye out for stray ghosts.]

Any ideas?
discard: (except he stays in the same place)

[personal profile] discard 2015-12-18 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a mutter from him, the quietest--]

Chal, shut up.

[ah yes. and then he's focusing on the rest with her.]


... It would appear so. A hole in the wall caused this? [THAT SEEMS LIKE POOR CONSTRUCTION]
discard: (practical segway)

[personal profile] discard 2015-12-18 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Is that so?

[Leon's response comes a bit more cooly, even as he arches an eyebrow.]

I will believe that when I see it.

[Even if he does think that Yata... is probably more competent than he first appears...]
refuses: (YELL•disco...sticks.....)

[personal profile] refuses 2015-12-18 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ gross, an american shounen.

—okay, maybe hero types aren't so bad these days! but geez! don't embarrass him like that! ( frowning deeply, now he has to make this all work— )

weavile makes an alarmed yapping sound, asking for something to be done soon, because ghosts controlling cars? they're ramming all over the place and don't give a trubbish. it's probably only that that makes them look like they're choking up on the chase from time to time, but once they figure out how to straight, that's where things get inevitable panicky.

the sound of his tongue clapping against the roof of his mouth goes right here. ]

He's the only other one that has type advantage! [ or at least something similar to it, he's never been up against real ghosts before!!! and also type weakness BUT— he'd rather gengar hit hard for sure instead of letting the others try and they end up in an even tighter situation. ]

Any other ideas?!

[ yEP that sure is the car beeping at them, the headlights beginning to shine brighter— the only thing weavile could do without leaving them alone or slowing down is blow shards of ice towards the car and some overhead ghosts to disrupt them, hoping it would stall a bit. it cracks the windshield, makes a few dents, even makes it swivel once, twice— but he doesn't have much aim or control looking over his shoulder, and once some ghosts disperse from the attack they group right back. ]
discard: (helloooo police lady person who is cute)

[personal profile] discard 2015-12-18 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's using 5 year old logic and an argument that Leon doesn't like in general... his age is a touchy subject due to how much of a total baby he is while trying to pretend like he's older, so:]

Don't be ridiculous. My age has nothing to do with the situation!

[FIGHT HIM]
isolophobia: (Black Rider)

[personal profile] isolophobia 2015-12-18 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Pitch rolls his eyes at that. ]

It's some quirk of this place that makes everything visibly solid. So I wasn't saving you, you, I was following them.

[ One grey hand comes over Yuri's shoulder to point and indicate the brownish line of ghosts, though it's getting thin and ragged as more and more ghosts possess things in the colony. ]

You just happened to fall on my Nightmare as I passed.

[ And since Pitch isn't that fond of death, the pointing grey hand comes around Yuri's middle. That way when the Nightmare slams into the ground, dissolving into component Black Sand, Yuri is held like a coat folded over an arm. Which is probably less than dignified.

More so than being suddenly dropped probably, but hey. ]
majinken: (pic#9644510)

[personal profile] majinken 2015-12-18 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
If you're okay with it then... yeah, I'd like that.

[he's curious about where she comes from—all different sorts of places interest him, after all. he's a bit curious about kazfiel too, even if he hasn't questioned it at all. he probably should have, but stahn could tell he wasn't dealing with an enemy, despite appearances.

so he'll let her tell him these things at her own pace. they're friends... so naturally, he wants to know more about her and where she's from.]
braavado: (You'll have to go through me first)

[personal profile] braavado 2015-12-18 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, oops, hold on. I'll get you out of there.

[Probably should have done that first, but at least she remembered now! Korra lifts her hands, focusing on the robot latched onto him. A jerk of her hands and she forces it to let go of Mikleo and then tosses it into another approaching robot with her metalbending.]

Want to book it before they come back for you?
majinken: (pic#9645711)

[personal profile] majinken 2015-12-18 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[even if leon thinks he's fine, stahn sees this as something that hurt leon. it pulled him into danger, and if stahn had been even a minute too late, things could have ended much, much worse. it was as if these ghosts were trying to lead him straight to death.

straight to a death that he'd already suffered once before, and doing it while using the face of someone leon trusts. that's not okay. there's no way it's okay, and he can't fathom the idea of not being hurt to some capacity by that. even if it's not physical. but that's just stahn and his way of thinking, and maybe that's just one of the many ways he and leon differ.]


Right. Let's go check it out before things get any worse. [because if leon, who is smart and strong and talented could be fooled by this, what about others? what about the people who aren't well-trained and accustomed to dangerous situations? a lot of lives could be in danger because of these ghosts, and stahn can't waste any time if that's the case. as long as leon feels okay to get moving, then stahn is more than ready himself.

he's so determined right now, even if he has no idea how they'll even be able to find what they're looking for.]
thatched: (bemused)

II

[personal profile] thatched 2015-12-18 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[he's seen this kind of thing before. Or at least something similar to it. He stands on solid ground, hands in his pockets, trying to deny his own whispering voices that sound in his ear, accusingly, eyes glaring out that are so familiar but he knows better than to look.

His voice is light, though strained, as he speaks.]


Painful way to go, that. Have you ever drowned before? Not recommended.
thatched: (....)

III

[personal profile] thatched 2015-12-18 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[he hates this. Hates it. Whatever the hell is going on he doesn't like it and he wants nothing more than to go somewhere dark or hide behind Marco-- though Marco isn't here right now.

He sets a trembling hand on his sabers and looks at the girl who is walking around blank faced. He's seen that look before. On victims and killers. Which is she? Which is she? He can't tell and he hates the feeling that brings.

She's coming too close to where he is standing, nervewracked as hell.]


What the hell is wrong with you? Are you running for something or planning something?
thatched: (yeah right)

Phase IV

[personal profile] thatched 2015-12-18 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[rattled is one way put how Thatch is feeling at the moment. There are deeper feelings he doesn't want to touch right now. So he's looking for some entertaining. Anything entertaining. And this just about fits the bill. For a kid to be terrified of such a thing gives him a chuckle and if it sounds a little manic, well just be thankful he's calmed down some]

I think your friend has something for you.

[his hand is casually resting on one of the two sabers at his side, please take no notice of his fingers drumming on the hilt. It's become something of a nervous tic]
thatched: (pained grin)

II

[personal profile] thatched 2015-12-18 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Thatch is sick of this shit. He's seen it all over the place today and it doesn't help that he's almost compelled to do the same. They want him to join them. His division all dead, when he knows they aren't, asking him why their commander isn't here. Why he has abandoned them now. A pistol would be an easy end to it, wouldn't it? A thrown fight to the death if he's feeling more adventurous.

Well he isn't, and isn't inclined to listen, and isn't inclined to let anyone else listen either. So upon seeing this kid he makes his own way to the rooftop, made easier by decades of scaling rigging and running from angry husbands, and grabs the back of the kid's collar, yanking him away from the roof]


Can you not? Go put your head between your knees until the feeling passes and be a little stronger than this, lad.
thatched: (haha wut?)

phase iv

[personal profile] thatched 2015-12-18 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Thatch has no such compunctions and destroying bots could provide the stress relief that he so desperately needs. So, seeing the kid in (perhaps somewhat dubious) trouble, he comes up behind and whacks one headless with the edge of his saber. It doesn't quite stop the shilling but at least it slows it down.

Only then does it occur to him to ask]


Would you like a hand?

[and probably say yes sooner than later. The sparks coming from that thing's head can't be good for all the cupon paper lying around]
thatched: (ahhhhh!)

[personal profile] thatched 2015-12-18 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Phase II: [They are all around him. His division. Twenty, thirty, men who died under his care, men who still live. For all he knows. He hasn't seen them in three years. Four. A decade. What is time when it's all meaningless. He's seeing him now though. And they want something from him. They want him. Their commander. To come home. Reaching out with needy hands.]

I can't go, mates. I can't go. [he's shaking his head, backing up. But they are insistent, begging. One of his sabers is in his hand before he knows it and he strokes his thumb along the blade.] One last charge, aye? One last charge...

[He could do it. He's not sure if he wants to. Either that or himself. He's longed for that kind of darkness before...

Also he probably should hear the train coming. Standing on the monorail can be hazardous to his health. But that doesn't seem to matter just now]



Phase III: [Thatch...doesn't generally do fear well. And with his already heightend anxiety by everything that has happened to him so far today, he's doing it more poorly than usual. Everyone is under suspicion. He is ready for a fight with just about anyone, tapping his fingers against the hilt of one of the sabers at his side. Kill or be killed. That's his motto. And he's fighting too damn hard to live just now.

So anyone walking by his shadowy rum-soaked corner will get a glare and maybe even a]


What the hell are you looking at?


Phase IV: [This is worse.

This is horror. The hug bot is one thing. The grip is so strong it's almost crushing. That's nothing. He's had ribs broken before. He's found it hard to breathe before. The real terror is in front of him with a quartet of karaoke bots singing:

Never going to give you up
Never going to let you down
Never going to run around or
Desert you


on a loop.]


GO TO HELL!

[he flails at them with his feet to try to get them to stop but they won't stop. They won't ever stop]

SOMEONE HELP ME, DAMNIT ALL!
Edited 2015-12-18 21:12 (UTC)
belfire: (intense thinking)

[personal profile] belfire 2015-12-18 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kazuya grunted when the majority of the weight was abruptly lifted from his arms, rapidly stepping back away from crushing range. A stone column had lifted up from... nowhere...? Okay, not complaining, the girl had weird stone powers, he'll buy it]

Umm, thanks, uh... [Not going to lie, he felt horribly embarrassed that his rescue attempted ended up with him getting saved, and woefully stared at all the crumpled crisps and split soda cans littering the floor. All the free food, gone. God was so cruel, so, so cruel] That was a mega-fail, sorry. You okay, though? Didn't get smacked too hard by any cans, didja?
mombastic: (Doctor at work pls shut up)

[personal profile] mombastic 2015-12-18 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't have much [ or any ] experience with actual ghosts, but I always thought they might have an aversion to sacred or holy places, or things.
meatthefuture: (yosh)

[personal profile] meatthefuture 2015-12-18 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Phase II: [Ace is here. Grinning but hurt. Hurt in a way Luffy has seen before. But he's grinning so Luffy can't stop staring at him, can't stop wanting to grin back. 'Come on, Lu' he says. 'Did you think I died? I'm stronger than that.' But then his face hardens, his eyes dark. 'But I'm going to if you can't come help me']

But-- Ace... [Luffy hesitates before the edge of the water. He can't go in but Ace is standing there waist deep and telling him come on. Come on. Luffy is pretty sure that it's deeper than that... but in the end, it doesn't matter. Hope surges in him]

Yooosh! [and head down he starts to charge for the water that is considerably more than waist deep. It's too bad he can't swim]



Phase II: [do you hear that sound coming down the street? Like a hundred McCeres bots rolling down the streets laden with cupon books? Well that's exactly what it is, with Luffy marching at the head of them, a bundle of cupons of his own throwing them right and left. And singing]

Let's give some cupons one two!
Let's give some cupons one two!
The great Strawhat Pirates will give all the cupons
And get some meat!
and get some meat

[some of the bots even seem to be humming along with him? This is a disturbing new trend. But to any passers by he will point]

You! Accept some cupons!


Bonasu:

[When there's something strange
And it don't look good
Who you going to call?
How about a pirate holding a vacuume cleaner and knocking on/bursting in through any door or window proclaiming]


Ghost Suckers! Let me suck your ghosts!