You've seen the flyer. Or maybe you haven't. Whatever your reasons may be, you've decided to log onto ViViD today at around 6 PM. At first, all seems normal as the game loads, and you prepare to start on what should be an average adventure. Maybe you'll do a little fighting, or some exploring, or even a little platforming. Either way, there shouldn't be anything unusual about this.
Right?
You couldn't have been more wrong. The moment you log in, something goes strange. The game glitches around you, whatever world that started to load seizing up and freezing with static, warping with strange colors. And then a different setting loads smoothly like nothing ever happened. The first thing you notice is that it's sprawling and beautiful, if not a little ostentatious. Should your curiosity draw you from the courtyard you've arrived in through the great double doors, you'll arrive in...
... a ballroom. Welcome to prom. |
PHASE I [ 6 00 ] There are tables scattered around the periphery of the room, and a DJ, somewhat out of place in this beautiful setting, is stationed at the back, spinning out tunes to help you get settled into the start of the night. On the scattered tables are... punch bowls? They look tantalizing, and they come in quite a rainbow of colors. Should you be brave enough to take a sip, you'll find interesting things will happen. Drink the red punch, and you'll end up in rococo fashion. Drink the pale champagne-colored punch, and you'll find yourself sporting elegant regency attire. How about that cool blue punch? You'll step right into the roaring 20's. What about that dayglo orange punch over there? How about some far out 80's, man? That futuristic purple punch will suit you up in Tron style. And then there's one last punch bowl on a lonely table in the corner. No one can quite identify that color. Is that ... brown? Brave this punch bowl and you'll be, uh ... richly rewarded with modern-day fashions. Will you step up and test these refreshments, for science? Or will you be the first onto the dance floor, or to make an insane request of the DJ?
Last but not least, certain Cerealians who glitch into the level may find they have a specific corsage attached that they cannot remove! If they stick around long enough, they'll find one other lucky soul with a matching corsage. This is your ViViD assigned date! No one is going to force you two to dance... but you might find that the longer you put off dancing, the tighter that corsage gets around your wrist, or the more it begins to prick your chest, depending on its location. Might want to rethink your position...
Dates: - Shijima Kurookano & Himeko Inaba
- Trucy Wright & Enomoto "Ene" Takane
- Adelina & Rock Lee
- Byakuya Togami & Lailah
- Archer & Touka Kirishima
- Sakuya Le Bel Shirogane & Maya Fey
- Leon Kuwata & Alisha Diphda
PHASE II [ 730 ] So you're here. Whether out of curiosity or you've resigned yourself to the strange festivities, you're in. Maybe you've been wallflowering it up for a while, even with the cool kickin music playing. Whatever the case may be, the DJ announces themselves (DJ Slim Shaydee, not to be confused with that knock off from Earth). You're welcomed in an enthusiastic manner. Also hey, if you're near a table, see those cute placards? Yeah the ones in the center pieces mixed in with the bowl of candy and flowers. You'll notice they have a neatly typed out list— DJ Slim Shaydee says whoever fulfills the criteria on the list will be crowned Prom Royalty. Who doesn't want that???
- Successfully complete a slow dance
- Do the cha cha slide OR do the electric slide without messing up the turn
- Make out in the rose garden out back
- Have a dramatic fight with a close friend and storm out (you may come back after)
- Comfort a crying friend in the bathroom
- If you're a minor, accidentally get drunk
- Successfully spike every punch bowl within a 20 minute time limit
- Confess romantic feelings to the object of your affections
To truly kick it off or maybe give those ambitious types a head start, DJ Slim is gonna play you (yes all of you) a group dance! Hope you know the moves to the Cha Cha Slide. If not, don't worry, the song will tell you every step.
Oh and one more thing — anyone who fulfills an item on the list will get a confetti surprise. What does this mean? It means a golden, multi-faceted little ball will spontaneously appear over your head out of nowhere soon after you fulfill a condition, hovering for a moment before it explodes into a shower of confetti. Enjoy!
PHASE III [ 900 ] Whew. All these fast paced songs sure have you tired out, right? Maybe take a sip from the many punch bowls around the room if you haven't tested them out yet. Or try your hand at fulfilling another portion of that list from earlier—by spiking the punch. Better work fast though, the bowls themselves refresh fairly quickly once they sense contamination. See how many you can get in one go! Or if you're not a dirty prankster, see how many people you can catch spiking those dang bowls.
While you're doing that, the DJ seems to want to wind down the energy in the room. That means, you guessed it: time for that coveted slow dance. As the first chords of the song play, the doors to the garden veranda and hedge maze open. How romantic.
PHASE IV [ 1000 ] It's the end of the night, and maybe you've been trying your best to satisfy all those win conditions. Or maybe you haven't! Either way, it's clear from the mood in the air that the time is drawing near for the announcement of the Prom Royalty. The DJ brings the lights low, and spotlights hit his stand. He brings a mic to his mouth, and announces grimly that there will be no Prom Royalty. Apparently, no one satisfied enough of the win conditions! How can that be? Surely someone tried! Well, whatever happened, the DJ isn't happy, and the lights in the room will come back up. The DJ will mess with some of the equipment at his station, and all across the room, small panels will open up near the ceiling. Pouring out will come ... balloons? And not just any balloons - they're water balloons, and not only are they somehow floating, they're coming straight for you. How are they flying? We just don't know. If they come in contact with you, they'll frizz your perfect prom hair. Worse, if you apply even the mildest force to them, they'll immediately pop and drench you in freezing cold water, leaving you drenched.
The ballroom quickly fills with these angry little balloons, threatening to flood the room completely if too many of them pop. Will you flee and save yourself? Try to save your friends? Try to reason with the DJ and stop the balloon menace? No matter what you do, you'd better work fast. The floor is already getting dangerously wet...
BONUS [ hour ??? ] Remember that garden maze? From a certain point of the evening on, prom guests have been free to wander through as they please. They're beautiful, a rose maze by day that looks even more breathtaking at night with fairy lights glittering and winking in between all the flowers and leaves. Maybe you wandered out there to get away from the craziness in the party. Perhaps you want to be a true wallflower. But should you explore this maze with another at your side, you'll find it a pleasant enough trip, and if you manage to make it all the way to the center of the maze, you'll discover a secluded little gazebo that seems like it was placed there just for you.
Go in alone, though, and the maze seems like a completely different place. The fairy lights will be dimmer, less pleasant. You'll hear a rustling too loud to just be the wind. What was that sound? Turn around, and nothing is there. Too late you'll realize that the maze itself is alive, and has been watching you this entire time. It doesn't like lone wanderers. Better run fast or find a way to get out of the plant's clutches before you really become veggie.
However, if you get caught, you'll be trapped by the sentient vines that shoot out from the walls and bound to the side of the maze until another lone explorer finds you. At this point the vines will reach out and snap up that unlucky soul, too, wrapping you both up in a not-so-tender embrace. You'll both be stuck there until you can do whatever it is the maze wants that will convince it to set you free. What is that? Well, it does seem to be fond of lovers... and public displays of affection.
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[That might be a little high level for him at this point. He's not even sure how that kind of thing works . . . which isn't to say he wouldn't probably still do it, with the right incentive.
Maybe not outside, though.
But there's plenty else he'd do outside, and he's not ashamed to admit to that, either. Who wouldn't enjoy some semi-private garden time with a girl like Oona?]
But yeah, it could be worse. You're right, I got to see you again! Maybe not the way I planned on seein' you, though. Neither of us are gonna be doing any dancing anytime soon unless we can cut outta here, right?
[He means literally cut, with his knife, not having figured out yet that there's another way. To emphasize the point, he yanks at one of his hands again, trying to get down into his pocket—but no dice.]
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Oona shifts a little to glance to where his hand is going, noticing the knife now.] Ah! So you are not just happy to see me! [oona no. She laughs brightly] I have been wanting to use joke like that since I first heard it!
[Despite being stuck in this bizarre situation, at least she can still find things to laugh about. Silver linings!] Can reach, I think. [She shifts and has to sort of, uh, press close hi leon, sliding her hand towards him. The vines strain against her arm and her face is pretty close to his, brow furrowed as she fights the vine to dig her fingers into his pocket. She huffs lightly.] Stupid--!
[but her fingers pinch at the handle and start carefully pulling it out] Ah, I got it!
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Ha ha ha! Not just happy to see you . . . I could get even happier once we're outta here, though!
[It brings a tiny blush to his face, too—which doesn't go away when she leans in close.
But he resists the urge to squirm, valiantly, since their escape could hinge on him not screwing this up. Even the laughing makes his body shake juuuust a little in the grip of the vines, enough to interfere slightly with retrieving the knife.
But then she's got it—right? Hell yes, she's got it! Leon once again restrains himself from doing something stupid like wiggling in joy.]
You got it? You got it! Can you get it open?
[It's s switchblade, with a button on the handle.]
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She hums lightly, entertaining the idea as she goes to press the button. --Oh, wait. Okay you know what? Probably a good idea to point it away from their bodies first. This could've ended very badly. Thankfully Oona does have a little sense, so she twists her hand to pop the knife out safely.]
Got it! [She works at cutting through the vines surrounding his hands first to get them free. While Leon might have self-control, Oona doesn't bother with it and gives a little wiggle-dance of glee anyhow.] We will be out of here soon, surely!
[Hopefully.] You are alright? The vines have not harmed you, have they?
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Man, it's nerve-wracking in this position; last time he'd been through this, in the jungle, he'd been the one cutting the other person free, and that had been stressful enough. Now the knife's aimed at him instead. And he hadn't really considered how he might feel about that—why should he feel anything about that, huh? That'd be stupid! She's helping him out! He trusts her not to suddenly stab him or something! —And yet he's a little more nervous than he'd like to be, heart picking up and skin going a little pale, entirely outside of his control. Ugh. That's so stupid and uncool . . .
But he's not hurt, no, and he's eager to play off his unexpected, unintentional reactions, so he smiles at her instead and shakes his head. A little too flippantly.]
Nah, no harm done, it's all good! I mean, it will be once we're outta here! I'll take care of you once you've got me, and then maybe we can come up with some better way to party than this, right?
[What a great plan that would be, if only the vines were being more cooperative about this whole being cut off his wrists thing.]
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Are you nervous? Is it the knife? ...Hm, no, you would not carry it if you were frightened of it... Are you worried I will hurt you, even if on accident?
[She angles the knife point away from him as she speaks, wondering if that will help a little.]
I have been learning how to wield knives and things. I will not hurt you-- Or, no, I can not promise that when accidents happen. I will not hurt you on purpose. [There, amended.]
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[He's a little defensive in his embarrassment; he does know it. Of course he knows! So why does he feel weird about it anyway? That's so stupid and unfair . . . when you know something's dumb you're supposed to be able to stop doing it, right? Sure, there's stuff you really can't control because your body just does it. Like awkward boners. So—is this like the awkward boner of fear? What a pain in the ass . . .
The blush staining his cheeks is a little less pleased by the close contact at this point and a little more embarrassed at what a loser he's coming off as. He takes a deep breath while trying to pretend he's not taking a deep breath.]
Look, it's . . . I know, it's got nothin' to do with you. Just forget about it! It's not my fault! I'm totally fine, I know you wouldn't stab me or anything like that. So we're good!
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A bit exasperating, maybe, because it distracts her and that's when she starts worrying a little about accidentally hurting him.
After a moment of consideration she leans against him more, smirking.] Shall I distract you? Would that help?
[Kissing. She means giving him a kiss, don't get too excited Leon-- Which is what she attempts to do now as she tilts her head invitingly and leans in. This may or may not be what the vines wanted anyhow, so hey they might be actually getting out of here without having to worry about accidental stabbing]
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Besides, it's been a while. It's been so long he could cry. And Oona's hot and pretty awesome and she's not even half fish right now.
So, yes, good plan, girl. He grins and leans in, closing his lips in time to meet hers with a deep hum of pleasure, leaning forward in his vine bondage as best as he can manage. He's motivated.]
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People, she thinks, should really kiss more. Or bite. Biting was good too-- Okay no, she can't think about that because then she'll actually want to bite him, and sometimes mermaid shows of affection weren't as nicely received by humans.
So instead she splits her focus to slide the knife under the vines and start cutting again, but... It seems kind of pointless? The vines are loosening anyhow and Oona pulls away from the kiss to examine them curiously.
Please hold while she's distracted by weird plants.] When we kiss, they are letting us go. Do you think the knife is not needed after all?
[Oona tilts her head, amused]
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[Damn, he'd just been getting into that. The distraction tactic worked; he'd forgotten he was even being distracted, much less what he was being distracted from. It's only when she mentions them that he remembers, and even then it takes him a couple blinks to rejoin reality from his brief vacation to Makeout Island. Oh, right. Knife. She's got a knife. There are vines. Her lips are so soft and right now they're moving about vines—]
—So you're saying instead of pointin' a knife at me, we just need to make out instead?
. . . This is, like, the only nice thing CERES has ever done for us.
[i mean except saving their lives in the volcano that time shhhh who cares about that
He laughs and squirms a little in the vines, testing their grip. Sure enough, he's not free yet, but she's right.]
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She presses the button to retract the knife and tilts her head with a coy smile.] So? Do you want to continue? Could always just go back to using knife, if you prefer. I would not want to make you do something you are uncomfortable with.
[Her tone is teasing and playful, but she watches him carefully for a response. There's a bit of a difference between this make-out event and the playful kissing she'd done before, and Oona's always been particular about making sure things like this were kay.
Humans could be fickle about such things, you know.]
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[He's amused too—not at her expense, but it's hard for him to imagine a situation in which a guy would pick the knife over kissing Oona. Talk about hanging out with all the wrong people! Leon grins and shakes his head in disbelief.]
Between making out with a gorgeous girl or getting a knife pointed at me? That's like saying, hey, what d'you want for your birthday, chocolate cake or one of those giant hornets? What I'm saying is, I'm a hundred percent comfortable with whatever sacrifices we've gotta make here!
[He winks. Yeah, sacrifices to the sex gods, or something. (Maybe CERES is kind of pervy after all? This is like at least the third time something weird like this has happened to him because of them . . . )]