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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If it was supposed to be an insult then it falls short and if it is supposed to be a compliment then he also fails to see how that is supposed to make him feel better. However, given how there are others on the stage alongside him or at least experiencing the same situation—it isn’t too bad. Fine, Genos will accept him being the ugliest in Cerealia. It’s not as if he really cared about his looks anyway.
Perhaps he should though. It’s not as if his body is particularly fleshy and really drives home the fact that he’s more on the mechanical side than the human side when it comes to “cyborgs”. At least the blue will match the rest of him…? Somehow. ]
I don’t think that they really did a fair polling for these results.
[ He hasn’t put on his clothes back on just yet. It’s not as if he really has parts to cover… ]
[ There’s…not much to say as Genos finds himself sitting on a shelf. (There was no way that he should have been unable to knock those milk cans over. He threw it with all his strength!!) Of course as it wasn’t humiliating enough to lose to such a farce—there’s the sign next to him:
A toaster. ]
[ Go wild!!! ]
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Shut up.
[She's more interested in this toaster. She leers at it. Hm.]
..... Is this really a toaster.....
[????]
Hey! You! The shiny one!
[will he respond?!]
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But yes. He will indeed respond. ]
Are you speaking to me?
[ Who else would she be speaking to?? ]
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He spoke!]
Yes.
.... Are you a toaster?
[just wondering.]
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No, I am not a toaster, despite what the sign says. It is pure false advertisement.
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Where would you insert the bread for toast? [what is she even doing]
... Ah, wait a minute! Did you lose a game too?
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Unfortunately I do not have any place where bread can be inserted to create toast. My apologies for the false advertising.
As for the game, I would not say that I lost due to my own personal failings.
[ But more on the fact that it was rigged from the beginning. ]
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Oh a toaster! I've never seen one as a prize in--
...[Now that her eyes has wandered over to the prize, she's pretty sure that's no toaster.]
Ah. [Having seen him at work, she can't actually say it's wrong. He does...toast...]
Do you have a plan?
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This is sort of humiliating compared to how they first met. Double so when he answers her. ]
I regretfully do not have a plan in mind right now.
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No plan? That's okay, she can try to help either way.] Can you still use your firepower? Otherwise if the game isn't rigged, I can try to win you.
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These are guests to Cerealia, aren't they? I would not want to destroy anything unless I have to.
[ Look, just because he can cause a lot of damage doesn't mean he's going to go around shooting off beams blazing. Well, he could but that's not what Heroes do even if they're caught up like this. Really, he should be ashamed of himself. ]
I also do not recommend playing fairly if you should try.
[ That gets a huff from the alien. ]
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Toasters.
AND YET!!! ]
...You? Are not. A toaster.
[ HAHA she sounds genuinely upset about the mislabeling too. ]
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And her reaction is actually rather nice. ]
You would be correct; I am most certainly not a toaster.
[ Thank you for being upset on his behalf because really his pride is all that he has left sometimes. ] I am a cyborg.
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What's a cyborg? I like your face. The black and yellow in your iris and sclera are pretty. Like bumblebees.
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[ For the compliments of course. He'll look down at the alien before going back to look at her. Clearly it had no problem of him blathering of what he really was. ]
A cyborg is a being with both organic and biomechatronic body parts, in other words, an organic being with inorganic enhancements.
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I do not believe this is a toaster.
Yeah, no kidding. [Hiro glances at Baymax before returning his gaze to Genos, lifting an eyebrow slowly.] Unless you actually know how to make toast, then I guess maybe that counts.
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He'll give a slight nod at Hiro still keeping an eye on Baymax however. ]
I do know how to make toast; I am capable of making a multitude of dishes in fact.
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You're doing better than me at least. [Shrug. He scrunches his face in thought, looking around the game stall for any means of escape.] So how'd you end up being a toaster?
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Can you even make toast?
[ NOT THE POINT, RINNE. ]
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I can, however perhaps not in the manner that the sign may suggest.
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I thought it was worth a shot to ask. [ He. Wouldn't mind a cyborg toaster for a friend? Rinne sighs, giving the little milk cans a once-over. Yeah... just like he thought. ]
Is there any way you can escape? I'd make an attempt, but this game definitely seems rigged.
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The question here is whether or not Kotosaka, his parrot, is choosing not to remove it or if Nagare simply doesn't mind it... It is a Mystery.
Either way, Nagare is there, with his wheelchair, parrot, cape, and all. And he overhears Genos' comment, and so he replies:]
It does seem rather unfair. Statistically, it is unlikely that you are truly the ugliest in all of Cerealia.
[...reassuring?!]
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Hmm. ]
Yes, especially given how they seem to be dubbing all that come across the stage as the new ugliest. [ What's the saying? If you're all the same then what is really different? Genos pretty much figures that is what is happening here. ]