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//EVENT026.EXE

Who: All of the unlucky souls who are dragged along for the ride
When: IC: 5/22 to 5/26 ; OOC: 2/13 to 2/20
Where: The Dark Parts of Cerealia
What: File Not Found
Rating/Warning: PG-13 for violence and some scary situations; please let the mods know if the rating needs to go up or the log needs to be locked!




//event026.EXE



You're probably woken up by the explosion first. A loud, deafening boom comes from behind the walls of the residential district. When you look outside your window towards the darker, more secretive area of the city, you might see the structure around it... crumbling, the land falling in on itself slowly but surely. That might be what wakes you up first. If it doesn't, you may be awoken instead by the sudden jerking feeling behind your navel pulling you from where you are to somewhere... else.

It's dark. The first thing you notice is that it's dark -- and then come the scrabbling sounds of creatures in the dark, like metal being dragged across metal, a chilling, sharp sound. The first thing that becomes clear, as your vision adjusts, is that you're on a rickety pathway, metal and rusting and frail, above what appears to be yawning blackness. Far, far below, there's the faint sound of rushing water, a ways away.

The second thing that becomes clear is that you are very much not alone. Something is out there with you, and from the screeching metallic noises that come ever closer, it seems to be stalking you.

Thankfully, you're not alone -- right?

...

...........

................

:)


//SCENARIOS.EXE


PHASE I

[ ??? ] It’s drafty here. You’re below ground, that’s for certain from the echoes of the wind in the darkness. If you continue on forwards along the rickety, metal railing that serves as a walkway, the skittering noises of creatures in the dark follow -- but they don’t appear.

It seems everyone has been dumped along this pathway at random; you may be with friends, with enemies or with someone you’ve never met before, but either way, it soon becomes clear. There are only two ways to go along this path: up or down.

If you choose to take the path that follows a gradual slope down, the sounds of water lapping against a surface increase bit by bit, the air growing heavier and danker, until finally, the metallic platform gives way very suddenly (watch your step!) to a muddy bank. Down here, everything is darker, and not far away there’s the water. It’s cold and frigid and there are unfriendly creatures that await if you choose to delve into it. However, if you brave those creatures, and dive deeply enough, there is a mask. It rests half-buried by silt and rocks, but it’s there, and can be found by any intrepid explorers.

Somehow, it feels a little familiar.

And if you carry on in the cave system underground, eventually you will come across what appears to be an altar. There is blood on it -- not fresh, but not more than a month old -- and pieces of trinkets. Old bits of cloth, locks of hair, and some of them may even be familiar. Any dropped character who has a reasonably large amount of spiritual or magical power may have left scraps, such as pieces of clothing, trinkets, hair, or the sort behind at the altar.

Maybe that's why they weren't in the Nexus Code.

PHASE II

[ ??? ] If you go up, you will eventually make your way above ground. It takes some time, and some luck -- you’ll have to avoid rusty railing and pathways, the path crumbling under you and that creeping sensation that something is following and watching you -- and then you’ll suddenly be in fresh air.

Well. It’s not so fresh, really.

The landscape is broken down and crumbled. It may have once been part of the city of Cerealia, but now it is in utter disrepair and decay. Buildings have crumbled, and debris is everywhere. There are signs of the same level of technology that Cerealia has -- but it is all broken down and utterly inaccessible.

And you’re not alone.

It seems the technology and metal and broken down destruction has gained sentience over its time sitting alone, waiting. And it is not happy to be disturbed. The creatures are made of pieces of everything around them, and when cut down, they’ll just slowly rebuild themselves from the debris.

It might be time to run.

They aren't happy about being disturbed, and you're in their way.

PHASE III

[ ??? ] Above ground, there are a lot of broken down buildings.

Some can’t be accessed at all; some are too broken, too reduced to rubble. For those looking for shelter, they'll be able to find buildings where the doors can be forced open and they can camp out on the inside to various degrees of stability. Though the ceiling may cave in or the floor fall out from under you at a moment's notice, it's better than being out there. Be careful, because none of the architecture here can be trusted anymore.

And other buildings... are even less trustworthy than that.

There is a series of buildings in the midst of the wasteland, somehow still standing. They stand there silently, towering over the rest of the rubble in their two-story glory, and if the doors are forced open, it soon becomes clear that the building itself is full of mirrors.

Once, the mirrors had perhaps covered the walls and ceiling. Once, this building might have been akin to something of a ballet studio, somewhere to express yourself creatively. But now the mirrors are shattered and broken into pieces and the building lacks the joy it might have once held. Shards of mirror cover the floor, some big, some not so big, but they still hang from the walls as well and everywhere you look, you can see yourself.

And then, the reflection changes. From one blink to the next, you see a memory playing in the mirrors. Your memory. You’ll see a glimpse of one of your most traumatic or life-changing moments, broken up but clear in the shards. Blink and look away, and it’s gone, only to show up again in the next mirror a few moments later. Surely it’s just a trick of the light, right?

Except if someone else is with you, they’ll see it too -- and you might end up seeing a bit of their own past as well. Hope you're fond of sharing.

PHASE IV

[ ??? ] If you survive the monsters, the crumbling landscape and the untrustworthy buildings, you may eventually find a terminal. It is buried deep among the rubble. One turn around a corner, one stumble into a hole, and you will find it. It sits there, out in the middle of nowhere; the building in which it used to be housed is apparently long gone, reduced to nothing but rubble.

And if you turn it on, there is a brief message.


Transmission Broadcasting.

Transmission Connected.


And then, there is a face.

BONUS

[ ??? ] For those who have been wearing their masks a little too much, they might also start to notice that there are some strange effects attached, which worsen the more they’ve been wearing said masks. How badly they worsen is up to your discretion.

➝ Broken Mask: An intense feeling of paranoia, focused on whoever your character is with. They might also begin to remember fabricated memories of being betrayed by those people.

➝ Barcode Mask: Everything will begin to have value to them. There will be whispers in the back of their mind of the worth of their friends, the worth of a monster, the worth of everything around them. An intense need to own and consume as much as possible and as quickly as possible.

➝ Dripping Blood Mask: An intense lack of self-worth, a hollow feeling and thoughts of being weak and empty. Feeling as disposable as possible and an intense listless along with it.

:( Mask: A need to prove yourself, to show everyone how strong you are as quickly as possible. You can do things, you can be of worth to everyone around you. Why won't they see that? Why?

➝ Ivy Mask: A choking sort of terror from all things metal and technology based, and a need to lash out against it. An intense distrust for anything that they feel is against the laws of nature.

➝ Grey Mask: More personable than normal, more emotional, more empathetic. An intense feeling of kindness and gratitude to those around you and a renewed love of life.

➝ Feather Mask: A dulled, lack of emotion. A detached feeling to everything around you. A sort of bland curiosity towards things without any empathetic reaction.

➝ Bloody Fingerprints Mask: They'll feel absolutely fine. No change.

The effects of the broken mask can stack on top of the others, if they chose to break their mask after the other effects began to appear. No other effects can be stacked, as no other changes can be stacked.


PENALTY

[ ??? ] For characters who die while in the dark parts of the city, things will get... a little strange. They will die as normal, but they will wake up almost immediately after their death -- in the Nexus Code. They will have a few surreal moments to be there, to see their friends who have left Cerealia hanging lifelessly from odd, glimmering strands (though there are some faces, of course, that are missing, anyone who was spiritual, or magical, seems strangely absent) and then --

They’re back to being dead.

When characters revive in Cerealia, anywhere from one IC day to three or four IC days later, they will find that things are… not quite right with their code. They’re glitching, for a lack of a better word. Sometimes, their fingers will phase right through an object, their own limbs registering as cold and lifeless. Sometimes, they will see a face watching them -- but when they turn around to try to see who it is, the face will be gone.

These effects will last an IC week, before slowly things go back to normal.

That was strange.


[ 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. ]

//RUN.EXE

Welcome to Cerealia's February 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 2/13 to 2/20, or IC 5/22 to 5/26. Should this event log hit Captcha, there is an all-purpose overflow here. Thank you!

usefulanalysis: <user name=livebites> (Investigation)

[personal profile] usefulanalysis 2016-02-14 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[All of this is thoroughly out of Ema's expertise. She's smart, she's clever, and she'd had the foresight to keep her bag of stuff handy when she'd been pulled in here, but this is beyond her. She is, however, making do. Her body is tired but she's putting on a brave face. For Edgeworth, more than anything. She knows he worries.

Smiling at Merlin, Ema lowers her eyes and looks at their hands. He's warm, it's nice, and this is just awfully sweet. Indicative of Merlin at this point.]


I'm alright. Tired, but you know. That's expected. You?
usefulanalysis: iconmerge @ LJ (Wide Eyed)

[personal profile] usefulanalysis 2016-02-14 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
But do things made out of wires and broken TVs have a spirit?

[Ignoring the rest of that rant. Viridi why!]
forceofnature: (Patronize)

[personal profile] forceofnature 2016-02-14 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
No, that was the point. The souls have nowhere to go because life is dead.

Either that or it's a type of sumo-kumo-gamy, but you're going to have to ask the sword people about that. Also this theory is wrong because it doesn't back up my personal, preconceived notions.
undaunts: (oh jk i take it back)

[personal profile] undaunts 2016-02-14 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[She'll accept it with a smile when he offers it, putting it on with a speed that shows just how chilly she was; it's not great, wearing a tank top in a place like this.]

Huh... really? That's a pretty late walk--but it works for me.

[She grins.]

Thanks, Lop.
undaunts: (remember that one plotline)

[personal profile] undaunts 2016-02-14 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Rude. Rude, but... not untrue.

[Thanks, Jaune, she can always count on you.]

Anyway, I think we're...

[.........................]

Uh.

[She hasno idea.]
usefulanalysis: <user name=livebites> (Do you really think so?)

[personal profile] usefulanalysis 2016-02-14 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
But...there's still monsters down in the water? Those are alive. and I think I saw some grass.

Plus that doesn't make any sense. We're not in your world.
cestmagnifique: (this one is going to hurt)

[personal profile] cestmagnifique 2016-02-14 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The sound of another person's voice startles her slightly, shoulders raised and edges a little frayed. The notion that others have been there, perhaps against their will, wasn't at all surprising, but she hadn't see anyone. Perhaps she shouldn't have dismissed Artemisia so soon.

But she recognizes the voice and, at least given the situation, any awkwardness from their initial meeting is gone. He is a fellow persona user, and a unique one at that, so he's consequently someone she needs to keep track of. When he comes into view, she relaxs slightly. ]


Narukami.

[ At his words, her grip on the fabric tightens. She looks down at it for a long moment, then shakes her head. ]

This place has been known to be dishonest before. Wouldn't you say it's better not to take things at face value?
undaunts: ([mission impossible theme intensifies])

[personal profile] undaunts 2016-02-14 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Wait, why do I suddenly have a new nickname...

[She doesn't get it, she doesn't get it at all!!!

But fine, okay, minor explosions, whatever, she'd not sure what to make of this girl but... if they both survive, it's probably fine.]


Let's just...do it and hope for the best!
antagonize: (061)

[personal profile] antagonize 2016-02-14 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
A clue. Or maybe a new and exciting way to die. Could even be both.

[How... optimistic of him. He reaches into his jacket, rummages around for a second, and then pulls out two LED flashlights.]

Either way— [Tossing one of the flashlights her way. Think fast.] Ladies first, right?
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[personal profile] playboyknight 2016-02-14 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ phase i ]

[Angelo is not happy to be here at all. The negative energy of this place alone reminds him of a few places he's been back home and he wanted to steer clear of that entirely. It was bad enough for him during the whole ghost escapades, but now... It's clear to anyone who finds him his entire body is shaking as if he's freezing, especially his hands and legs. Either path he doesn't want to go down, yet he knows he has to. He even says something out loud unaware there's anyone else near him.]

Goddess, help me. I need to get through this feeling and protect the beautiful ladies of the city.

[ phase iii ]

[Once Angelo arrives in the building of mirrors, one of them begins portraying this scene (ignore the glaring text boxes on screen) for him and anyone who sees it. Angelo sighed before he steps on the mirror to look away from it. Damn it, of course it would be about that time. Even now, at times he still thought about that moment they shared together. His brother will always haunt him, won't he?]

[ooc: For anyone who wants to know what's wrong with Angelo, please read his permissions post and reply if need be!]
Edited 2016-02-14 18:57 (UTC)
majinken: (pic#9644504)

[personal profile] majinken 2016-02-14 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[it does give stahn a second to marvel at it... which is good, honestly, because it takes his mind a little bit further away from "reliving every terrible trauma in your life" and closer to what's considered a bit more normal for him.]

Amazing... [he's impressed, okay.] An earth seraph can do a lot of things, huh?

[building stuff right from the ground that isn't just a wall is amazing. plus, she did try to help him with his singing once. edna's pretty talented, as far as stahn can tell. he is going to take her up on that offer soon enough, though.]
undaunts: (damn those mooks)

[personal profile] undaunts 2016-02-14 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
It's cold.

[Their pajamas are not made for this.]

I was sleepiiiiiing.
notsosolo: (Bad life choices)

I

[personal profile] notsosolo 2016-02-14 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's all very disturbing. The altar was bad enough already, with all that it implies. But then Han saw the signet ring on the ground near Mars]

House Organa.
Edited 2016-02-14 18:49 (UTC)
undaunts: (definitely not a harlequin cover)

[personal profile] undaunts 2016-02-14 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah...! Yeah, got it!

[She'll do whatever she can to help out now that she messed up this badly, quickly scooping up his sword and offering it to him.]

....Are you... okay, Yuri?
majinken: (pic#9644510)

[personal profile] majinken 2016-02-14 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[it's okay, the sarcasm mostly just goes right over his head.]

Mm! It's a little easier to see if from far away... there's one near here that looks a little better. [after a short pause (for dymlos to point him in the right direction), he'll motion for where they should be headed and then—]

I'm Stahn, by the way. Stahn Aileron.
undaunts: (FIGHT ME)

[personal profile] undaunts 2016-02-14 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Sounds like a plan!

[You will hear no argument from her, that's for sure. Watching the monster put itself back together is just a bit too much even for Ruby; as much as she'd like to take it apart, maybe at a better time.........

So she folds up her scythe, reaching for Hajime's hand instead.]


Let's go!
undaunts: (do you hear smokey the bear?)

[personal profile] undaunts 2016-02-14 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Focus, both of you need to focus so badly.]

... I really thought we could take it, but... it's kind of unfair that it can put itself back together like that.

[Another musing pause as it takes a lumbering step towards them.]

... Okay, yeah, let's go.
undaunts: (oh jk i take it back)

[personal profile] undaunts 2016-02-14 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
They got me too.

[Another big yawn, and she rubs at an eye, before the voice sinks in.]

Oh! Dipper!

[She grins.]

How's it going?
heiroglyphs: (Default)

[personal profile] heiroglyphs 2016-02-14 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Weiss doesn't know, but she doesn't want to stick around to find out.

So she'll just jog on back to her partner's side, giving the corpse(?) of their enemy a wide berth.]


You too, but we should probably get out of here before its friends show up.
undaunts: kia keyworded some of these, don't expect coherency (IT'S CLOBBERING TIME)

[personal profile] undaunts 2016-02-14 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
... Oh come on.

[She squints at the monster as it puts itself back together, and then holds her scythe more firmly. When at first you don't succeed, try try again...?]

Okay, here I go...!

[She'll launch herself at the monster again, scythe shearing through pieces of metal and limbs with an agonizing sound of metal on metal.]
trueend: ( fanart: <user name="matocc" site="tumblr.com"> ) (007)

[personal profile] trueend 2016-02-14 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Not dying. [HUFFING.] Know someone who's hurt, though. Need to help them.

[Or else there's really going to be a decomposing corpse hanging around, and it's not going to be Frisk's.

They pause at her offer, however. Frown when she mentions counting pounds, of all things.]


... D'you have something to count pounds? Don't want to make up a number.

[... They haven't learned how to weight stuff in school yet. Sorry.]
bloodbiter: (should have seen it coming fuckboy)

[personal profile] bloodbiter 2016-02-14 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
...Do you think the blood belonged to the people whose items you found there?
undaunts: (hm hmm... elementary.)

[personal profile] undaunts 2016-02-14 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[It is... she's squinting hard in the darkness, but she can barely make him out at all.]

... I don't know you, right? I can't really tell, sorry, it's really really dark. Like really.
meouch: (pic#9931228)

[personal profile] meouch 2016-02-14 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ chat is now mochi.

and also coming a little closer again, to settle a little bit away from hiro. with the confirmation that the stains he saw were blood (there's not much color variety to be have when everything is tinted in various shades of green), everything is just as grim as he thought. ]


Standard place for bloody altars and sketchy places—way deep in a cave underground. I know that's where I'd put something I don't want other people to see.

[ but what does he know? the questions are coming up without answers, and the last thing he expected to see when he got here was the remnants of what looks like a voodoo murder scene with a struggle.

what is he supposed to make of it, beyond being incredibly unsettled about it. ]


It'd make sense for the stuff to belong to whoever the blood belongs to, wouldn't it?

[ then again he's a fifteen year old in spandex underground looking at bloody blood land in future land so what can he say about sense really ]
undaunts: (and a little of that)

[personal profile] undaunts 2016-02-14 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I guess so. This is a lot.

[Life sucks really, what else is new. She rubs at her eye vaguely, tired still, before she squints into the darkness.]

You?