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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!

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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

[ 900 ] 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

[ 1400 ] 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

[ 600 ] 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

[ 1000 ] 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

[ xxxx ] 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. ]

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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!

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PHASE II

[ It's like that movie, Inception— "you're waiting for a train", etc. etc. There's really nothing about Adolf that's anything like Leo DiCaprio in that role (except perhaps the fact that neither of them have any Oscars to their name, what a shame), save for the fact that it's the ghost of his wife that's leading him through sidestreets and winding over blurred pavement with a singular purpose: 'do this for me'.

It isn't bad, he thinks. The nausea that'd started ages ago is a lingering malaise, and it reminds him of when he was younger, of a decade of wanting to do what whales do. Sink somewhere out of sight. Slowly stop breathing.

The ghost of his wife— because it's a ghost, isn't it, if his world's really as gone as they say— turns on her heels and smiles at him, tips her head in that way he liked so much about her. He can feel the bile rising in his stomach, that sickness again.

He's going to throw up, Jesus.

"You don't have to come home anymore", she says. "So could you do this for me?"

It's a gesture towards the monorail tracks that greet him, and he doesn't feel strongly about it one way or the other; he loves her, doesn't he? And man, his head hurts.

So here's this infant of an adult, looking completely placid and neutral about stepping onto very dangerous territory and waiting, waiting for the train to get there.

At least he's not lying down, right. That'd be too cliche. ]

PHASE IV

[ Okay, man, that was melodramatic as shit, what even happened up there. Strike that off as "shit that Adolf will want to forget in 24 hours", and let's move on.

Here's Mr. Electric Eel at the local pharmacy, trying to find some headache medicine or something to keep his nausea down, because fuck, that's probably the reason for his Poor Life Decisions—

—except?? This drugstore is apparently haunted as fuck. The nearest bottle of hand sanitizer magically opens up somewhere behind him, and starts... floating towards him to make it rain sweet, sweet Purell on his head.

Apparently the aim here is to make him die of alcohol poisoning?? Does this ghost truly even know what it's doing, probably not.

But, covered in an avalanche of ethyl alcohol, Adolf blindly tries to swat whatever the fuck is attacking him away with one hand. He's never going to get the smell of hospital handwash out of his hair... ] Scheiße—

[ language, eelkun. ]

BONUS

[ All of that tl;dr later, here's a prompt where your character will find Adolf fumbling with the shitty vacuum cleaner he found conveniently placed in his house. Try to help him figure this out? Bust some ghosts together? Need someone to suck up whatever weird ghost dude is hanging around you? Let's go, let's do this.

Aka this is a wildcard, insert Ghostbusters theme here. ]

Edited 2015-12-16 01:11 (UTC)

What are you doing, man?!

[IT'S A BAD DAY WHEN TENKA IS THE ONE WITH SENSE BETWEEN TWO PEOPLE.

But there's this guy in a wheelchair that's now confused as shit with you, Adolf. How does it feel? This guy's clearly got his own set of problems and he's just like "ok but what's this fucker doing on the monorail tracks". That said, he's... now... going to be pushing his wheels real hard with his right arm to try to get onto the tracks himself.]

We gotta go! The train's gonna come in a second and you don't look like it's your destiny to be a pancake!

[ Bless you Tenka, you beautiful sunny man, you. Isn't it great when all you want to do is just go home and relax, and instead you find some weird guy standing on some railroad tracks? Why can't life be easy?

But, in any event. Adolf is still standing there like a huge doofus, caught up in Sad Anime Feelings that vaguely subside when he hears a voice yelling at him from... only a few feet away. He seems to remember that yes, people outside of this illusion exist, so he turns his head just barely enough to catch Tenka out of the corner of his eye—

—and balks, because is that a guy in a wheelchair trying to get on some train tracks. ]

...What are you doing?!

[ this incredible hypocrisy. ]

[SAVE YOUR SAD ANIME FEELINGS FOR ANOTHER TIME. Coming from the guy that is in a constant state of Sad Anime Feelings though, it's a little hard to buy. Hypocrisy all around.

But with one last forceful SHOVE of his wheelchair, that sure is Tenka making it onto the traintracks and wheeling forward so that he's close enough to use his right arm to grab Adolf's arm, looking entirely unimpressed.]

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