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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!

bloodbiter: (you cannot save my bacon)

[personal profile] bloodbiter 2016-02-16 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[she follows after him carefully, crouching down putting a hand on the path to test it]

...I'm not sure. Perhaps you should go in front so I can catch you if you slide backwards.

[she's a good deal taller than him, after all, and probably the heavier of the two as well.]
faithfulflame: <user name=livebites> (Rei Piss Off)

[personal profile] faithfulflame 2016-02-16 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
[And once they reach the shore, Mars stops and looks down into the murky water.]

It's a good thing we can breathe underwater...and I can keep you warm.
emotive: (I've been the quiet one)

[personal profile] emotive 2016-02-16 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
[For Ai, Athena doesn't have to say anything in defense or against herself right now. What matters to Ai was that they stick together, through thick and thin, even through her own tiredness and her own unwanted memories.

Hand still around Athena's, Ai talks to make sure Athena won't waver.
]

Are you still with me? We can talk about something else while we find a way out.

[Every once and a while, pairs of blue eyes or a single eye flits across one of the smaller shards, but Ai ignores it. Athena needs her now.]
heartsandcrafts: (pic#9921803)

[personal profile] heartsandcrafts 2016-02-16 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
Well, of course it's not going to like it if you fight it!

[She puffs out her cheeks, pouting as she glances back over her shoulder... oh look, it's following them!]
meouch: (pic#10015561)

[personal profile] meouch 2016-02-16 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ move forward indeed. it's a silent, somber trek, and adrien alternates between not letting the grief get to him and not letting the exhaustion get to him. beldum in his chest as an anchor of sorts help, as does the fact he's drawn very taut to hear absolutely anything that comes by in their direction.

it's a couple of moments of walking that gets the following from him, even as he continues moving and walking straight ahead. ]




Skarmory, [ he calls out. ] do you see anything up there that might be the way back?

[ he needs to stop himself from apologizing again. ]
bruiserprincess: (Powers)

[personal profile] bruiserprincess 2016-02-16 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Molly lifts up a large chunk of rubble, eyes glowing a rather striking pink as she does so]

Maybe something is hiding under all of this.
adornmental: (the catwalk)

yes.. somehow we keep ending up here it seems......

[personal profile] adornmental 2016-02-16 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
flaredo: (I think we should torch his underwear)

[personal profile] flaredo 2016-02-16 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Same here. My mask tagged along for the ride, though.

[ barcode buddy at her hip says HIIIIIIII. ]
unionjackoff: (endless rain into a paper cup)

[personal profile] unionjackoff 2016-02-16 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
[everything here feels real to him. his struggles, the friends he's made, the sacrifice... those all felt real. his thumb brushes over a part of Chibi's skin, he likes when they link fingers like this. this, too, feels real]

I see. [what a dreary thing to think about, that Chibi's physical body is gone in his world. all the more reason for him to relish the time they have here in Cerealia, even if it's grim] How long does it take before you are reborn, then?
flaredo: (It's goin' down)

[personal profile] flaredo 2016-02-16 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
I'll keep my fingers crossed and my fists up.

[ As she... starts jogging, yep. ]
newtimes: pixiv: 527429 (pic#9780525)

[personal profile] newtimes 2016-02-16 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
( The mirrors are dark but memories keep playing in them as they pass. A night at a large house, a sword smuggled away in the night from one brother to a younger. The same sword being presented to a quiet and uncertain boy. For all the pain that one night has given him, he's fortunate to have had a relatively blessed life and maybe this is the mirrors' way of easing their escape, not that Mutsu sees. )

'm sorry... ( He's so sorry. He should be better, as a sword. ) Thanks.
heartsandcrafts: (Bored)

[personal profile] heartsandcrafts 2016-02-16 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
I just remember the part with my world and the powerpoint presentation! I wonder if they make everyone go through that?

[It was... kind of boring even for Hajime!]
flaredo: (Kanyeshrug.jpg)

[personal profile] flaredo 2016-02-16 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
Here, you can be buddies with my mask!

[ the one hanging behind her, so she'll just loop that one on too. If she sticks close to Weiss for now, it shouldn't dart off. ]
idolater: (mina ♀ for me)

[personal profile] idolater 2016-02-16 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
I figured we'd lure them up here. [a sigh] But I guess we could just sneak up on them and surprise them. Might end the fight quicker. [the only thing she's worried about is being slower under the water. thankfully, Venus is athletic]
retorter: (takes a step back)

"""""help""""""

[personal profile] retorter 2016-02-16 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Souji's no stranger to being relied on. Actually, he'd rather that than having to rely on others. Being a sword for the Shinsengumi meant carrying out orders, being a good sword meant being the go-to option for murder express. All of that means he's fine with this, fine with cutting a bloody swathe no matter the consequences, since that's what Kashuu wants too. ]

[ Still, Souji's brow furrows slightly at the words "use me". It's an invitation he hadn't expected at all from Kashuu, even if he was once the sword of an Okita Souji. Did that still have any meaning? (yes, yes it does) Things had changed for the both of them. They didn't have that hold on each other anymore, if they even had in the first place. Maybe he's reading too much into it. Maybe Kashuu hadn't meant it that way at all. Which would also be fine, Souji thinks. It was probably spoken from the same place that cared so much about Kashuu's comrades. ]

[ So it has everything to do with murder and nothing with Okitagumi Issues. obvs ]


...Alright. Just remember to be careful while you're at it. It'd be annoying if you went off and got yourself killed.

[ That's Souji-ese for "I care..... But don't notice." ]
cestmagnifique: (you didn't understand)

[personal profile] cestmagnifique 2016-02-16 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Trying to pinpoint a location on this signal is...difficult. Normally Artemisia can pick out each one as well as make a distinct appraisal of whether their presence is friend or foe. It's gotten a little less black and white since arriving on the colony, but she's also never seen something just be such a...presence, as opposed to position. It's like trying to contain a fog.

How interesting.

The feeling comes at her again, and...hm. It does feel that something is trying to tell her that it is receiving her messages. Though it can't speak. Perhaps she can try to direct it? From the vague idea of where it's coming from... ]


I am try▄ to pin▄nt ▄r c▄ent loca▄. Can ▄ move ▄wards ▄ water?
heiroglyphs: (Default)

[personal profile] heiroglyphs 2016-02-16 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
Probably for the best. If it's with you, I won't be tempted to go looking for it.

[Ugh, what a headache this place has been.]

Sorry, Yang.
heartsandcrafts: (pic#9921862)

[personal profile] heartsandcrafts 2016-02-16 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Aww, poor kid. For all the grimness and cynicism they seem to show, they are just a kid it seems. Hajime has a sympathetic look before hiding it with a more calm one as she kneels down, softly humming as she cheerfully starts ripping the fabric from the bottom of her pajamas off, all the way up to the knees, setting most of the strips aside for bandages but taking one to start dabbing the blood off the soles of Chara's feet so she can see the actual cuts]

Sorry, this is probably going to sting a bit!
corona: (‣ man i can't relate to birds)

[personal profile] corona 2016-02-16 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Another long pause, pregnant with uncertainty as Rapunzel digests his request and does her best to dissect its meaning using the memory of what she used to feel.

Then she nods because if they die out here then she won't be able to tell anyone anyway (the only person she'd even consider sharing this with is Jaune).

Besides, she has no interest in spilling or sharing other people's secrets when she can hardly stand to think about her own. One of her hands even moves to the twisted lock of hair she's always fingering as she nods again and then faces Chrollo properly. ]


Sure. Thanks for the water.


( AAAAAAND CONTINUED HERE! IF YOU LIKE)
cestmagnifique: (oh let the rain come down)

[personal profile] cestmagnifique 2016-02-16 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ Much like the presence she'd tried to track earlier, his is like trying to find the edges of a large cloud of fog. Although, perhaps due to his own efforts, the area itself has considerably lessened, albeit there is no single point which she can attribute to a human being. Fascinating, really...she's never encountered something like it before, people with these sorts of abilities.

It makes it difficult for Artemisia to keep track of the other individuals she'd been watching as well. At least there were no FOEs in the immediate area. ]


Indeed. Though I'm uncertain on how much can be attributed to intentions or negligence. This isn't the first time we've been transported somewhere on the colony against our will, and I do believe with a level of certainty that we are still on the planet.
babermetrics: (fears: never fucking a clown)

[personal profile] babermetrics 2016-02-16 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
[He ducks his head on a rough, unhappy laugh, then sniffles. Ah, shit. He's like—a dude being saved by the princess, instead of the other way around . . .

The reality of the situation is settling heavily on his shoulders by now. He'd been watching a playback of his own memories, and hers. CERES, or someone, is screwing with them again. And he'd lost it, he'd completely lost his shit, and here was this beautiful girl, so calm and poised even though she was up there on that friggin' screen too—wiping his tears away and handling him like he's a crying child or something. His stomach clenches with sick humiliation under his gratitude. We've never even met before. Now I'm the guy she found crying in the fucking mirror room . . .

But thinking that way just makes him want to cry more, so he chokes it back and nods in answer to her question. Just keep it together, for now. Just for now . . . ]


Y, yeah. 'm fine, let's . . . let's just get outta here.

[He squeezes her hands, shoulders shaking for a miserable second.]
manolia: (5)

[personal profile] manolia 2016-02-16 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, most of it's gone... Except the fake skeleton Chibi set up in his tomb. That'll show any interlopers, to go snooping around his things after his death!]

It depends on how much wakfu is exhausted during the death; it needs time to gather and regenerate. [Chibi had known what was to come; he'd made sure to exhaust the maximum amount of wakfu possible. After all, Yugo was the best person to lead them through the apocalypse to come. But as for how long in years...] Anywhere from a few decades to, ah... I can see in the worst case, ten thousand years? So quite awhile.
usefulanalysis: <user name=livebites> (Fight Hard!)

[personal profile] usefulanalysis 2016-02-16 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
Ah...no. You might want to work on getting everyone off first.
adornmental: (you wanna take my chores)

[personal profile] adornmental 2016-02-16 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
cannonades: (reflexive response is not always the ans)

[personal profile] cannonades 2016-02-16 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ He feels like his heart is caught somewhere in his throat, a thrill of panic overtaking him. It's something he isn't used to– the rush of emotion, the urgency, how much it seems like his world is narrowing very suddenly. He'd talked to Hiro about this recently, hadn't he? To Yu, as well. About how death felt inconsequential here.

Too bad he's forgetting all of his logical arguments against it in this moment.

Pulse ticking fast, he makes it to Naoki and Quatre, expression stripped more bare than he can remember. The injury is fatal. He'd known it when he first caught sight of the two of them, but still. Walking away felt like ignoring reality. Slowly, he crouches next to Quatre, opposite of Naoki, trying to school his face into something he's more used to. It's only half successful. Maybe. Hands strangely steady (maybe he's just seen too much), he sets one palm on the blonde's shoulder. A small comfort. ]


Quatre, you... [ What's he even trying to accomplish? Or say? ] I'm sorry.

[ None of them deserved this. But especially not Quatre. ]