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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?

...

...........

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:)


//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!

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unhappyreason: (02. the human became very ill.)

[personal profile] unhappyreason 2016-02-16 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ chara waves their feet at hajime with a scowl--probably the most expressive they've been since the whole mirror smashing thing. ]

I don't sleep with socks on. [ not that they were sleeping in the first place, but they'd been trying to, dammit. even if it'd mostly been staring at the ceiling. ] And I don't have anything to make it stop bleeding, and glass is really hard to get out, and--

[ and they're on the edge of blubbering (again), so they stop talking and turn their face away. crying is for stupid kids, and chara is not a stupid kid. they take a few solid breaths, then lean over to start picking glass out of their feet again. after a moment, they'll begrudgingly look up from beneath their bangs and sniffle very softly. don't point that out. ]

...if you're gonna help, then help.
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[personal profile] followorders 2016-02-16 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
[His own helmet obstructs any hint of humanity beneath the armor, even his voice is heavily filtered. Given that, he see's more in him than most.]

I see.

[The answer isn't an answer at all, which means he's not going to give up the information. It doesn't bother him. He wouldn't reveal his target either, if he had one. In this case, had he given up the information he would have instantly become suspicious. Though, after the stunt he pulled in following him around, he's doesn't exactly trust that he won't attack him the moment he turns his back on him either.

He turns to fully face him.]


Keep to your target.

[A threat.]
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[personal profile] unswerved 2016-02-16 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ yata's usually very stubborn, but when he's with fushimi, he feels like he doesn't have to be. he feels like he can tell him anything, so it's also alright to be himself with him. and it's why he didn't say anything when fushimi refused to leave him, and it's why he does what he's told and sits down on the concrete.

he slouches, but that makes him feel an immense amount of pain in his back, which makes him cry out a bit. and if fushimi ever checks yata's back, he'll find that it's now blue and purple, with a hint of red. this giant bruise is going to take a while to heal. but it's nothing yata can't handle. he'll be able to ignore the pain later on. ]
unhappyreason: (13. chara wasn't a very good person.)

[personal profile] unhappyreason 2016-02-16 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ that's almost the same look mom used to wear whenever she found them doing something disagreeable, but it looks stupid on frisk... nowhere near as effective. not at all. ]

Don't have anything to take care of myself with, and some water isn't gonna magically make me better. [ unless that's magic water, which is absurd as shit. ] What's the plan, brat?
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[personal profile] corona 2016-02-16 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ She shakes her head. ]

It will only get dirty again.

[ It doesn't occur to her, of course, that there may be an unfortunate aesthetic side-effect to neglecting personal hygiene. Leon's face is priority number one right now - his expression, namely, and Rapunzel finds herself watching it closely for any change. Looking at him is like observing a landscape of fear and pain, albeit from afar: there's panic in the hunch of his shoulders. His voice recalls the suffocating confusion she can remember feeling after waking up from her own nightmares.

Behind her, the colours in the glass resolve into a vaguely solar shape before flashing on an image of a panicked, curly-haired woman with blood on her hands and wine-dark dress. Then it's gone. ]


Trust me. [ Looking away now, she watches the door with an air of expectation. ] I don't mind it. But you'll be happier out there than in here.

( CONTINUED HERE! )
corona: (‣ come the fuck in or fuck the fuck off)

[personal profile] corona 2016-02-16 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ He always was. ]

This? [ It's... unclear whether her lazy point at the altar and, in particular, a rather graphic blob of unidentified matter and blood at the far end of it, is supposed to be a joke. ]

Or the shiny jewel thing?

( CONTINUED HERE! )
corona: (‣ 18 years of no shits given)

[personal profile] corona 2016-02-16 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Long enough.

[ Unusually curt and even more unusually snide for this blonde. Her delivery is completely robotic, though, and her expression doesn't change from its neutral resting point even as she moves away from the splintered door frame and into the room proper. ]

Who was that man? You're not supposed to point a gun at yourself. [ Of all the people to say that to... ] I was given the safety precautions when I bought a shotgun.

( CONTINUED HERE! )
corona: (‣ something you may not believe in)

[personal profile] corona 2016-02-16 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's practically setting himself up for it, so Rapunzel, shifting her grip on the iron, throws him a Look. ] Are you telling me you toppled an evil overlord before your twentieth birthday? [ She's made the decision to just... pick a direction and go with it for the moment, so down it is! ]

No harm in going down first right? Maybe we're at the top of that giant tower in the middle of the city. I've been wondering what's inside. What sort of fighting do you usually do? [ Really, despite the creepy and continuous scratching of hands/claws and the eerie, impenetrable blackness, things really could be a lot worse... ]

( CONTINUED HERE! )
corona: (‣ no i cannot see u like this)

[personal profile] corona 2016-02-16 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
That's because you haven't given them the chance to do anything. [ It's not callous, the way she says it, but there's little inflection and it is carelessly tossed. Like some throwaway comment about cupcakes and not an important, painful part of Weiss's life.

Her shoulders rise and fall in a silent sigh. ]


No one can betray you and no one can be close to you. How does that make you less lonely?

[ Finally something appears in the mirror behind her: a windowsill at sunset and Rapunzel at fourteen holding a potted plant, singing to it, laughing, and talking softly as tears well in her eyes. Pascal is a blue spot on her bare shoulder. Loneliness, it seems, is something even magic hair cannot erase. ]

You're not a Schnee here. You're just Weiss. You should take advantage of that.

( CONTINUED HERE! )
corona: (‣ let's pretend that we are the same)

[personal profile] corona 2016-02-16 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Good. [ She lifts the shotgun to her shoulder, braces against it just as the mechanical monster and a fist made of debris come crashing down before them.

Only instead of firing at the creature itself or running away, Rapunzel turns sharply right (are you crazy?!?! what are you doing!? you're going to get crushed!!!) and fires directly at one of the pellets she dropped earlier. The pellet snaps, crackles, and pops.

Now they can run. ]


We're going to need your speed now.

( CONTINUED HERE! )
corona: (‣ and if i keep my heart open)

[personal profile] corona 2016-02-16 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
This is different. [ Rei makes a good point, though, and Rapunzel herself is surprised to find herself still capable of registering a small amount of shame and fear as she steps over broken glass towards what looks like a staircase leading down.

Ominous. ]


What were you doing out here?

( CONTINUED HERE! )
usefulanalysis: <user name=livebites> (Do you really think so?)

[personal profile] usefulanalysis 2016-02-16 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
I...don't know what a Triffid is. But um...can we go with one that doesn't have us on the planet at the time?
usefulanalysis: <user name=livebites> (Hey!)

I'm sorry wow...

[personal profile] usefulanalysis 2016-02-16 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Uh. Wow. she does turn around. And blinks.]

Steven?!

[Holy...hell! What?!]
playboyknight: (13)

[personal profile] playboyknight 2016-02-16 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Angelo shrugs before he attempts to find a place to sit down without you know sitting on glass.]

Do you wish to elaborate or not speak about it?
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[personal profile] faceplate 2016-02-16 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ zero still hasn't lowered their shotgun, or taken their finger from the trigger, but there's no aggression to their stance at the moment—even with the threat. ]

Why deviate from a target once it's secured? I keep to the chase.
fortheprincess: (don't believe me just watch)

[personal profile] fortheprincess 2016-02-16 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ continued here! ]
adornmental: (where's my gold star sticker)

just uncooked noodles in with the rest......

[personal profile] adornmental 2016-02-16 03:06 am (UTC)(link)