Bright lights! An abundance of color! A cacophony of laughter and delighted (?) shrieks! Welcome, everyone, to the carnival! Enough of those nonsense protein shakes and that hoity-toity recycling; it's time to let loose, have some fun, and live a little! No judgment will be allowed today, not when everyone’s dressed up in ridiculous costumes and eating those unnecessarily huge turkey legs (it... is turkey, right?). For you see, CERES has invited the Traveling Circus of Tjghsldiwk (they hail from a different planet, but here's a hint: the h is silent) to bring some joy to the colonists. This is a safe place to let your inner wild child out, really. Definitely safe. Promise.
Yet for those who are a little less easily convinced to follow the sounds of laughter and amusement (bless your sensible hearts), they will find themselves grabbed and forcibly dragged by a pair of friendly souls in matching costumes. Everyone should be able to enjoy the festivities, don’t you think? Can’t have them missing out on all this jolly good, innocent fun!
The Public Announcement System crackles with... well, a fit of coughing first. But then a gravelly voice speaks! It seems the ringmaster has an announcement for you all. What joyous news can he bring?  Listen... I know that we’re supposed to keep these idiots entertained for at least another day or two but the machinery’s starting to complain. I think I heard the gates of the petting zoo groan – they’re on their last legs.
... Wait, this isn’t the direct line
Oh.
Ohohoho!! Have a great time, everyone! Everything is perfectly fine!
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PHASE I [ 11 00 ] Come one, come all!! There’s quite a large amount of people here, isn’t there? You’ll find yourself tugged this way and that – up until you get dragged right into a changing booth. The helpful attendant meets you with a worryingly large grin – how is her face not breaking? – before pushing you right through the curtain. Then you’ll be given your choice of one of these lovely garments to change into. Look, one of them has to match your skintone, right? Don’t be picky about it! You also have... 90 seconds to figure out how to wear it before you’re tossed out into the middle of the crowd again. Have a good festival!
If you’re not willing to put on the outfits though, that’s fine. Instead, they’ll top you off with a cape and crown, shoving you out onto a... stage? Your adoring public cheers for you, yells your name, and throws confetti in your honor! Then a jester appears again, announcing your grand title:
The Ugliest in All of Cerealia.
Don't worry, that's just your introduction to the carnival; enjoy the rest of your time here! (They may or may not have given you back your clothing.)
PHASE II [ 1600 ] Do you hear that? Cymbals crashing together, trumpets blaring off-tune, the march of absurdly tired feet – a parade is coming! Best move off to the side before an acrobat quite literally tumbles into you. If you are an unfortunate casualty, they’ll actually just start to fall asleep on you because they’re tired… so very, very tired.
Yet the parade continues to march on without them and you can let yourself be distracted by the impressive jumping around and festive partygoers (who seem to be joining in the parade as they please, in various states of undress). But be wary. Distraction will only make you easier prey for the very hungry caterpillar that’s coming up the street next. Run if you can, but it has so very many legs and it’s coming after you.
For those unable to make it away from the caterpillar, they will find themselves gulped right into its gross, drooling mouth – and about five minutes later, they’ll be released out again onto the streets covered in a pink slime. It looks like you won't be able to free yourself from the stuff, so hopefully you can find a friend to get some help! Or one of the strangers around you? Unfortunately, when a kind soul finally comes by to pull you out of the slime, they’ll find that the outside of the gunk is not only immensely sticky but also slippery. If they're not careful, you'll both end up stuck to the gunk together.
You both better get out of that stuff quick because once someone joins you, the slime starts to move. Quick and gooey, it'll pull you and the hapless soul with you down the street at a much too quick pace. Hopefully you won't slide into too many people as you skid your way through the streets of the Entertainment District like some sort of demented Katamari Ball. This is why you should never trust giant bugs!
PHASE III [ xxxx ] In a smaller booth, toward the outskirts of the carnival, some may find a familiar face manning a quiet little shack on her own. Although those who have been in the colony long enough may have first encountered her as an 8-bit version of herself, Aria the fortune-teller is now back and more than willing to drag unsuspecting people into her hands again. Once you step into her stall, she takes one long look at you before sliding over a fortune cookie and a mask. What do you mean you didn’t ask for a mask? That's too bad, because it's yours now. She won't say anything more than that, giving nothing more than a quiet dismissal with a hand and an enigmatic smile to match.
When you step back outside, you’ll find that you just can’t get rid of the mask. If you toss it into a trash bin, it’ll be right back in your pocket. Throw it at a friend? It’ll be in your hand in the next second. Throw it away enough times and it’ll suddenly plant itself on your face -- which leads to all the alien carnival goers in the nearby vicinity suddenly going still with fear before moving to get as far away from you as quickly as possible. Well... you seem to be able to take it off for now if you still want to enjoy the carnival. It just won't go away, and every time you try to throw it away, it'll attach itself to your face. Might as well just keep it.
But... still, it's strange how none of the aliens running the carnival will look you in the eye now, isn't it?
PHASE IV [ 1200 ] For those who aren’t interested in dealing with the abundance of people, there’s also an assortment of critters gathered around for the petting zoo! They all seem to follow a general theme… kind of. That might be floppy ears and a tail if you... squint. The alien staff is right there and quick to ask you not to worry, they're perfectly harmless -- they don't eat humans! It would be bad for their diet, so feel free to pet them, if you can gather enough courage to do so.
Unfortunately, it seems as though this part of the circus was not put together very well; the rickety fences and cages don't really seem to do much against these giant...creatures. Towards the end of the circus' time here, it looks like those cages will start breaking down more and more, too.
The animals rattle the makeshift fences of the petting zoo, until finally, the fences just... collapse. Oops. The ground shakes as the animals stomp and immediately move to break out of their little ring. Well, would you look at that? You’ve apparently found yourself in the middle of a little stampede -- and those warnings about these animals not eating humans doesn't seem to hold much weight when now they're looking at you -- and they look pretty hungry.
BONUS [ why o'clock ] Left and right, there are voices shouting for your attention. "Hey pretty young miss!" or "Excuse me, you stud!" or "Look at this, jackass!" – that said, aliens think that you all manage to look the same, so who knows if they’re yelling at you in particular – and they’re all daring you to come and try your hand at their carnival game.
It’s run of the mill stuff: shooting games, tests of strength, and knocking down a couple of milk bottles. You might actually be doing well! Or... you might be embarrassing yourself in front of whatever cute person you’re trying to impress! But regardless, in the last allotted ten seconds of your game, no matter what, you’ll find your point score plummeting right into the negatives. Did you get a bullseye? What do you know, that’s now worth -1000 points! You missed? -5000 points.
The stall assistant seems to be having a grand old time, laughing at your pain and when the clock finally runs out, they'll give you a large grin. "Look at that score! Well, you know what that means, don’t you? Now, we win you!" With that, metallic tentacles suddenly sprout from the booth itself, looking to capture you and whoever you’re with. Welcome to the carnival, now you're one of the prizes. And it seems you'll be here for quite some time. That is, of course, unless someone can win you back from these really horribly rigged games.
Looks like you'd better get comfortable hanging motionless from a display, like an oversized stuffed animal. You'll be here for a while.
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ota!
H— Hey! Go away, asshole!
[Yes, insulting people will totally make this less suspicious. She didn't even want to come to the carnival. Thanks, CERES.]
PHASE III:
... It's better if you don't go near that creep. Trust me.
[WELL. Someone certainly remembers the month of November... She also seems to have found a coat to cover herself up. Thank goodness.]
WILDCARD:
Phase I
Please, calm down.
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[HISSING. Look at her. She is the picture of poise and grace. Really.]
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[Blunt.]
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iii
Well Lili's just going to wrench her arm away as soon as possible then, her nose wrinkling in distaste.]
Why should I? It's not like I know you any better!
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[Why do people get so uppity when she's trying to help them out? She steps away, scowling.]
But fine. If you want to find out for yourself, go ahead. I don't care.
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What happened last time?
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iii
Trust you? Hmph, the only creep here I can see is you.
[ She's also mad because she dropped her cotton candy when Touka pulled her over. YUP. ]
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Haa...? Do you wanna say that again?
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C r e e p y.
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phase i!!
What are you doing? [why isn't she listening to touka and giving her the peace she deserves]
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Are you hard of hearing? I told you to go away.
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Are you hiding? [CREEPING CLOSER] You're not doing a very good job of it, you know.
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threeee
girlfriendlive-in assistant yet. (You know, he'd really like to, especially if she's in one of those outfits. Hellooooo.) As such, he's wandering the carnival now, everything from the weird parade to the weirder festival games, and now this stand way off at the end. With a little bit of interest written in his knit brow, he approaches the fortune teller's booth to read its sign. Going in seems like a Bad Idea at the moment, but--][He squawks only a little bit at the hand grabbing his shoulder, then whips around to see...] Kirishima-kun? [Okay, maybe he's only a year and a half older than she is anyway, but he is her teacher, damn it! He'll take the authority where he can get it.]
Something weird in there? [And, as if correcting himself--] Well, of course there is, but you get what I mean.
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Okay, no. She'll at least pretend to respect his authority because he, uh, grades her shit. She likes being on good terms with people who grade her shit. Seems like common sense. Maybe.
She takes a step back, polite distance and all, and nods.]
Yes— I get it. [Even though people should know better than to say something's weird when everything here is weird.......] Something really strage happened the last time that fortune teller was here, so... You should stay away from her if you can help it.
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[Ruby is equally unhappy by this turn of events, don't worry.]
I distract them, and you go get our clothes from...wherever they disappeared to. Deal?
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[Look, man. She doesn't want to brave the world in this Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Belly Dancer Bikini — or whatever. But she wants her clothes back even more, so.]
What do your clothes look like?
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[But she misses her little red riding hood cloak.]
Just--do what you can. Thanks, you're the best!
[She's totally going to just...... go tackle the carnival people now. GO GO GO.]
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phase iii;
...Ah.
[ ...Wait. ]
Why?
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But she sighs the sigh of someone who's explained this to several people already. The fact that so little people know about what happened during November makes her feel like she's been here forever.]
Something really weird happened the last time she was here. [...and because she knows he asks a lot:] People started acting differently — like their personalities had been altered.
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Altered how? Increased levels of aggression?
[ That's what usually comes to mind when talking about altered personalities. ]
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phase iii;
I take it you have experience with them?
[ And what did they do that she has such a strong reaction about them? ]
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She nods, letting go of him and taking a step back. If he's going to listen to her, she might as well keep a respectable distance. She doesn't need to be standing that close to go down memory lane, or whatever.]
Yeah. She was here when I arrived at this stupid place, about six months ago.
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What happened then?
[ If she's willing to talk about it, he wants to know. Better to be prepared, after all, and if the person in question is dangerous, it's good to know what they're capable of. ]
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