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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!

adornmental: (winter is bullshit)

[personal profile] adornmental 2016-02-15 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Huh... I was kinda hoping there'd be some sort of core that we could take out or something, but I guess we'd just have to break each part to keep the whole thing from reforming? There's no way we can do that. [There are way too many pieces and they don't have the time (or the coordination, scattered as they all are) to handle it properly.

He sighs, carding a hand through his hair, but at least seems encouraged by her acceptance of the food.]


Mmhm! You don't have to worry about repaying me, though. Just be sure you guys make it outta here in one piece. [That's payment enough in a place like this, good lord.

Anyway, there's a look of sympathy for her declaration. A week in this weird void hellscape thing is Not A Fun Idea, he agrees...]
A week's a pretty long time for humans to go without eating too, right? So if that happens, come see me again and I'll see what I can do.
dawnsprincess: Yona jumps and screams in embarrassment (Angry: WHAAAAT)

[personal profile] dawnsprincess 2016-02-15 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes! [Yona's heart immediately lightens, and she rushes to the faint light and the sound of Athena's voice.]

WAH! [And then she trips and falls into the water.] Ouch....
adornmental: (my blade isnt blunt but i sure am)

[personal profile] adornmental 2016-02-15 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[He still doesn't entirely understand where the fear is stemming from here, but he trusts that Chal knows what's best - or at least, knows far better than he does.]

Left? [Another quick glance backward, first toward the sword and then Leon.]

Sure. ...If they want to keep something hidden or protected, it'd probably be left, yeah?

[Or underwater, ah...]
dawnsprincess: (pic#9879163)

[personal profile] dawnsprincess 2016-02-15 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[Despite all appearances, Yona is not an entirely oblivious person; she can tell that he's upset. But it's okay! She's upset too.]

I don't know. I just found myself down here suddenly. I was with another girl, Athena — have you seen her?
bakudanma: (【 79 】)

[personal profile] bakudanma 2016-02-15 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, he is too! His nickname is Runaway Kotarou, how the hell is he supposed to live up to that, now?
Anyway.. no need for him to take the sympathy, honestly.

He cocks his head. ]


You seemed unsettled by this place.
What do you suppose is happening?
bakudanma: (【 196 】)

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) goes in all intense even tho they haven't met before

[personal profile] bakudanma 2016-02-15 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Katsura has seen glimpses of his memory while being in here, but doesn't recognize anything familiar about Steven's memories. He's never seen them before (because he's just a 1st generation player, let's be real.) ]

—It seems like they suffered. What I have seen.. is also suffering.
[ But his suffering. ]

Are they important to you?
[ Like his memory is to him? ]
discard: (Maybe for him...........the floor is lav)

[personal profile] discard 2016-02-15 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Good. She's resolved, if nothing else. That's a good start, and...well, he can't help with the rest, he thinks, but she probably doesn't need his help as is. He'll just...well, maybe he'll watch. In a way, he's curious to see--

To see what happens, when someone doesn't do what he does. When someone holds onto hope, and fights for all they're worth.

Maybe things will be different then.

But he tenses at her second line, immediately. This... no, this isn't what he wants at all. Not only is it a lost cause, but he doesn't deserve to be saved.]


Don't. [His voice is flat, sharp. Immediate.] Do not even dare to try.

[Don't waste your time on something like that.]
meouch: (Default)

[personal profile] meouch 2016-02-15 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ... no he's too tired to deal with tsunderes. chat blinks when the foot comes over his staff, blinks again when she looks up at him and glares. there's a moment where he seems to be forming a retort, until he realizes... that's her way of showing her concern, maybe?

chat doesn't bother to stand from his crouch. yeah, he has enough experience with strong-willed girls to know he wasn't going to win that battle, and it isn't like he wants to argue that anyway. admittedly, he does want to rest. ]


That's the second order of yours I've followed today, huh? [ a small exhale, as he moves to lean against the wall. lightly: ] Don't think bad of me for relaxing on the job.

[ fighting monsters in the bottom of cereal boxes is so hard please take pity on him ]
sortileges: (104)

[personal profile] sortileges 2016-02-15 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's the way she's so eager to drink it up quickly that he takes care to offer more. Whether she takes it or not is up to her. He doesn't ask verbally though, just holds his hands out, palms upright again in question.

It's more so he can reply to her first than anything else. ]


I already made a promise to someone else that I'd make it out of this. Besides-- [ He laughs, giving her a bit of a cheeky grin for this. ] I'm used to suffering.

[ That isn't funny???????? ]
cryptologic: (▲ everybody's coming)

[personal profile] cryptologic 2016-02-15 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
I guess that depends on what's up above. [ But, yeah, generally speaking? Seems sort of out of the way and inconvenient to access, though maybe that's the point. ]

They're both pretty inconveniently located, actually. It makes it seem like whoever's doing it definitely doesn't want to get caught. I wonder if CERES has an eye on this place.
coastal: (✧ ur sketchy af tho)

[personal profile] coastal 2016-02-15 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[It shocks her for a moment, her eyebrows raising as she looks at him.]

Why?

[A single word to hang in the air as she meets his gaze evenly and stubbornly. For what reason could he not want to be saved? For what reason could he possibly tell her to not even make the attempt at trying to find a way to spare his life?

She's tense as the possibilities run through her mind but none of them make sense.

She'd thought that everyone would want to live.

Leave it to Leon to be contrary yet again.]
incendire: (I'm almost a vegetarian.)

[personal profile] incendire 2016-02-15 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Friendly? Please. ]

Are you responsible for all of this? Is this some sort of simulation?
yaayaa: (but you can totally trust us)

[personal profile] yaayaa 2016-02-15 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[yeah, that fox sure isn't talking.

it's definitely not opening its mouth right now.

please don't guess ventriloquism.]


Ah, well...Nakigitsune lost his normal mask in the water, and he didn't feel right without it......is that alright?
unionjackoff: (when i'm home)

[personal profile] unionjackoff 2016-02-15 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[he can still run away in a wheelchair! well, wheel away. people can call him Wheels Kotarou now.

England rubs the side of his neck, sheepish]
I don't know for sure, but I don't like the looks of it. i feel like... [a brief pause as he clears his throat. the tightness again?] ...whatever is happening here, it's something we weren't supposed to know about.
cryptologic: (▲ i'll take thee away)

[personal profile] cryptologic 2016-02-15 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know. If there was any place that was going to be cursed, it'd be somewhere like this.

[ Or maybe he's being superstitious, but a ruined city set above an eerie cave where sacrifices were happening? Cursed didn't seem like a stretch to him. ]

Did Yu tell you about how the natives we met in the jungle brought up sacrifices?
coastal: (✧ YELLS IN DISTRESS)

[personal profile] coastal 2016-02-15 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Why--

[It gets her to stop, to turn immediately and to face him with all her anger directly misplaced with him as an unfortunate target.]

Why does it matter what you want?! What of what I want...?! And I want you gone!
adornmental: (dutybound)

[personal profile] adornmental 2016-02-15 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[If she takes the lead, he'll follow. He doesn't mind leading himself if he has to, but being led is the most natural thing for him and what he falls back on.]

—I still haven't seen a few of my comrades, so they're my priority.

[Hilariously, he's already run into most of the non-swords that he's particularly close to... Lili had more or less been the last of the ones he'd wanted to check up on, but it's always hard to keep track of a group of 14 people.]
obumbravit: mine (1)

PII:A

[personal profile] obumbravit 2016-02-15 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
I doubt it.

[ There's a dark figure behind him wearing a mask unlike the ones that had been passed out to the other inhabitants, and he turns to look at the small boy for a moment, before walking past him. ]

No doubt they were too weak to defend themselves, and that's why they are dead.
coexistent: (unbound)

[personal profile] coexistent 2016-02-15 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah... I just need to sit for a couple of minutes.

[he is tired, but it's not like he's on the verge of collapse. but getting his energy levels back up a bit in case he needs to use more magic is definitely important, especially considering how weak his magic abilities are.]

You don't have to worry about that, Mary.
immobileyes: (There's the man who touched me)

[personal profile] immobileyes 2016-02-15 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
... That one.

[ The one closest to the middle.

Which isn't really a non-arbitrary reason, but oh well.
cryptologic: (▲ to a guy in kentucky)

[personal profile] cryptologic 2016-02-15 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Are you one of the water people? Iiii definitely don't think he'd talk to me. [ Being fire and fire being the opposite of water, and all. ]

There's all that noise that kept happening at night that seemed to be coming from this area. It sounded like metal grinding, but I haven't seen any huge machinery or anything, unless it has something to do with those monsters.
coastal: (✧ oh)

[personal profile] coastal 2016-02-15 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Meanwhile Lili will take the lead until she doesn't know what to do anymore. If it's looking for people and inspecting areas, she can do at least this much. She trusts that Kashuu's eyes know who to search for better than she does but she still feels the need to help-]

Which of them...? I might've... seen a few?

[Perhaps?

It's still so hard for her to determine until the person she's talking to says something sword-like and then suddenly it's as if the lightbulb has been turned on.]
adornmental: (i'll do everything to make you proud)

[personal profile] adornmental 2016-02-15 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[He really doesn't know what to do in a situation like this at all, does he?

After a second or two of silence, he pulls one of his hands away so that he can wipe the tears from Mary's face for her. He can't stand her looking so miserable, even if he also can't do anything to make that expression go away.]


...If you need to cry or scream or punch something- [A beat; he shifts so that he's kneeling.] -I won't let anyone see, okay?

[He can at least offer some privacy - a little guarded moment for her to grieve after having those wounds reopened.]
dawnsprincess: Yona jumps and screams in embarrassment (Angry: WHAAAAT)

[personal profile] dawnsprincess 2016-02-15 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
WOAH! [Wow Ruby moves really fast! Yona struggles to keep pace but as fit as she's gotten, she's no match for the other girl.]

Ru-Ruby! [Slow down! Though with the monster still chasing them ... there's no good answer.]
swordplays: (147)

[personal profile] swordplays 2016-02-15 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Being outside of the building certainly feels less oppressive, if only in the sense that they don't have to actually see things they would rather keep to themselves.

While he would rather be alone himself, as much as he would rather just walk away and deal with his own thoughts, now isn't the time. Fushimi avoids looking at Leon, instead pulling his glasses off and fussing with wiping the lenses off. It's futile; they're filthy and he knows that the action isn't going to accomplish anything, but it gives him something to do with his hands and something else to look at besides Leon composing himself.]