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!
[ Despite the generally festive atmosphere around the carnival, one may notice a certain gloomy energy exuding from
InspectorEnforcerOfficer Shinya Kogami wearing what can only be described as either someone's worst fantasy or best nightmare. He doesn't look particularly happy about having had to fight off strange men in costumes, only for one of them to eventually knock him out and bring him here. The part that's eating away at him the most though is who the fuck changed his clothes while he was passed out?!?Just kidding.
What's really grinding his gears is that he's standing in front of a carnival kiosk with no money to buy a pack of cigarettes. He really, really needs one right about now. ]
Excuse me. [ He says loud enough for your character to hear, even though his eyes appear distant and cold, he still manages to sound polite. ] ... Could you lend me a few credits?
PHASE 3: Kogami and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
[ There's more dark aura pouring out of Kogami, or so it just appears to all the natives and NPCs who seem to be tripping over themselves trying to keep a distance from him, avoiding eye contact, etc. To anyone else, they might not even recognize the former hunting dog due to the mask that's attached to his face. It seems he's intent on keeping it on for now, both out of curiosity and frustration, he's testing its limits against the natives.
ALTERNATIVELY...
You can find him having a smoke near the food stands, his mask stashed away for now. Having spent his donated coins on cigs and a lighter, he can't exactly afford food... but at least the fortune cookie was free. He cracks it open, and because he loves reading, he can't help but inspect what the note says.
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There's that unpleasant face again. He crumples the note up and drops it at his feet.
How can you have a beutiful ending without making beautiful mistakes.
The irony is painful. ]
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Which just means it's still fairly obvious what she's in, even with the coat buttoned up. That shimmery pink material over her legs is still incredibly visible.
Ignoring that, though, of course she's approaching Kogami and his fabulous grumpy self, offering him the funnel cake she'd been holding. ]
That's quite a face you're making.
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[ Forcing a crooked smile as he gladly takes over eating duty for her.
He's also staring at her coat. ]
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[ She's pretending he's not staring at her coat. ]
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How did you end up here?
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i.
He trashed his paper crown immediately, but being called "the ugliest in all of Cerealia" was almost laughable (he's very aware that he has a pretty face--painfully away, really, he'd get rid of it if he could).
So... he's not even going to really argue that. Instead, he'll just hold out his CereVice to input the credits on the automated kiosk.
Knock yourself out.]
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I don't suppose you want one, too.
[ Ha ha ....... or is he serious? ]
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He does quirk an eyebrow at that, before he just shakes his head.]
No. Keep them to yourself.
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You just looked pathetic, standing there like that with that look on your face.
[thanks leon]
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But thank you all the same. How do you think I look now? [ Because Kogami is pretty sure he still looks pathetic in this outfit. ]
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Ko-kogami! What are you doing here?! [Dressed like that?! Never mind that she is also in a belly dancer outfit....]
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It's a long story, Yona. What about you?
[ He hopes that she didn't get kidnapped and dragged either, or else he'll really take this whole carnival business personally. ]
originally typed that as "hidden lawyers"
So, ah, did you decide to dress up for the event? [Not that she can actually imagine Kogami deciding to put those clothes on of his own free will, but, well, it's not like she knows him that well. People have all kinds of hidden layers.]
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Instead of answering her question, however, he'll just let her assume what she wants. Don't scare the sweet kid, Ko. ]
Am I overdressed for the occasion?
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Mi- Mister Kogami!
[ is she sobbing??? she's trying so hard not to cry from laughter either, but NOPE. IT'S HAPPENING. ]
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[ wheeze. this is the hardest she's laughed in a while. god, why. ]
As for why I'm dressed like this, I was forced into a dressing room and they threw away my clothes. [ a beat, then. ] I suppose I should be more angry, but this is actually kind of cute. I've never worn anything like this before.
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3!
[ he can't help but notice the man's sour face as he and metagross walk by glancing down at the note crushed underfoot. dang, man.
he's fiddling with his own mask in his hand, but hasn't put it on yet. instead, he's been taking notice of how... unnoticed he's been by the locals. ]
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I'm going to wager that isn't a CyBuddy following you.
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[ even if his fortune did hit a little close to home... knowing CERES, that was probably intentional. either way, he'll smile a bit at his next words. metagross' own eyes will focus on him, looking him over silently. ]
That's a good wager to make.
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It looks metallic, but it's not a machine, is it?
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... I gotta say, that thing looks better on you than it does me.
[ From the small, gravelly-voiced goblin who's maybe half Kogami's height, that's not saying a lot. But then, the mask just looks surreal when it's being worn by someone with leathery greenish skin- just as intimidating to the natives, at least. ]
Good of them to give us alien repellent, though. Think we're looking at our ticket out of this goddamn place.
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[ Well okay, he's not like the others, he's sociable! Not the type Kogami has a reason to repel so far. ]
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[ He jerks a thumb at the aliens, who aren't even making eye contact. ]
I'd be pretending you don't exist.
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Well. I suppose we're all aliens to each other, different lifeforms from different worlds. If I may ask, have you encountered any negative side effects from these masks yet?
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