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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!

babermetrics: (stop trying to make science fun)

[personal profile] babermetrics 2016-02-13 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
[He isn't wearing his bloody-printed mask, but it's in his jacket pocket, because he's given up on ever leaving the friggin' thing behind at this point. The face is turned inwards, in an attempt to conceal the stains on it.

He strides up to the terminal, squinting at the screen and rubbing a hair through his hair.]


The hell . . . is this for real? Hello?
fittedgloves: (1)

[personal profile] fittedgloves 2016-02-13 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ A terminal, huh? Kyouko examines it, surprised to see a mask appear. She watches the mask for a few seconds before finally deciding to ask a question. ]

Who are you?
colonially: (neutral > a bit on the angsty side)

[personal profile] colonially 2016-02-13 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
No offense, but I wish you'd been wrong this time at least.

[Still, he offers a smile, even if it's a rather grim one. It's fine. They'll manage this, right?

He'll cast around until he can find something -- a piece of rebar, jagged at one end. Not ideal at all, but better than nothing.

But the problem is, it's not only one. There's another large, lumbering thing approaching from the left, from a collapsed building.]
coastal: (✧ cryyyyyy)

[personal profile] coastal 2016-02-13 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
[It's mortifying.

To feel her resolve crumble like this. To watch everything she's worked so hard for get undone by her own emotions. To have to rely on Atsushi yet again without being able to give him anything back.

It's testament enough to how weak and uncertain she feels when she doesn't fight against being pulled closer, the gesture something welcome even as one of her hands finds the front of his shirt, fingers coming to lightly clutch onto him in her quiet admittance of her own fear.

She doesn't want to be alone anymore.

Even as he speaks, she mutters against his shoulder. It may be inaudible, just above a whisper as it is, but she tries to find her voice just to say:]


I'm so sorry....
fairbrook: mignonette; art © solid&etc; (♕ Must turn them too;)

[personal profile] fairbrook 2016-02-13 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
( She wasn't too far behind Lee-- keeping her gun at the ready in case they were to encounter more trouble, but ultimately finds herself fixated on the shards of mirror around them. She could see Lee's image in them, but the setting and his age... didn't match? A contradiction, she could tell. )

Curious.

( She stated aloud, albeit softly. )

Tell me, what do you see?
complices: (ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ。)

[personal profile] complices 2016-02-13 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
No. Not interested in friendship.

[ The face leans back, looking up to whatever counts for a ceiling on the other end. It is... disturbing, when it's already surrounded by so much darkness and there isn't any skin under that mask to show. Just, dark. Yet, it somehow seems kind of... exasperated. ]

They are past due. Here to collect.
emotive: (I'M A GLASS CASE OF EMOTION)

phase ii

[personal profile] emotive 2016-02-13 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Wah!!

[Getting grabbed, thanks Naoki!]

I-I can fly remember!? But, seriously!? It won't die?!
manolia: (6)

[personal profile] manolia 2016-02-13 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't type his puzzled look, nor his:] Erm.

[And then he's back to typing.] Do you mean spatially, or temporally, or what? And you realize CERES is many people, yes?
masakados: don't take any of my icons! (we’re standing here)

[personal profile] masakados 2016-02-13 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
None taken.

[Naoki's expression is serious and he turns slightly, watching Quatre closely out of the corner of his eye. When he sees the other approaching them, he clicks his tongue quietly.

His mind is already working and he extends one of his hands, fire bursting between his fingers, lapping up his arm.]
adornmental: (DUBSTEP BATTLE THEME)

[personal profile] adornmental 2016-02-13 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
Hey— Be careful.

[He may not be sure what to make of Viridi, but if she's in the same category of risk, he doesn't want to see her get zooped off to the dimension of infinite pain either.]

...So they're targeting spirits, then? For-- some sort of sacrifice? That's the kind of place this is, right?

[The who and the for what are just as important as the why, now, though his top priority of course remains "where are the ones who were brought here".]
colonially: (neutral > but listening)

[personal profile] colonially 2016-02-13 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Quatre seems to recognize the fear in her, and he offers what he hopes is a reassuring smile (as much as it can be seen through the darkness).]

No, I think you're right. I'm not sure which way out is.

[More splashing in the water, and Quatre frowns.] Let's move away from the shore.
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[personal profile] majinken 2016-02-13 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[kashuu's definitely right to try and force him out of that state—the unfortunate truth is that the stunning clarity of those memories on display only force him a little further into this head, remembering the aftermath of that situation, remembering what happened to leon, and remember the other lives he took or couldn't save all because of what transpired that day.

it's just the barest and maybe one of the more brutal glimpses into the fact that stahn's sunshine has a limit, and that he harbors a lot more pain and tragedy than he ever lets on.

even after kashuu's hand hits his shoulder, it takes stahn a minute to jolt back into reality. he stands there, wide-eyed and only blinks a couple of times before he realizes what's going on.]


Kashuu...? [a pause.] And Dymlos...

[not that hearing dymlos is surprising, of course. but it's such a jolt from where his mind had gone that he seems surprised by even that.]
fittedgloves: pixiv id #603264 (79)

[personal profile] fittedgloves 2016-02-13 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ She gives him a nod in acknowledgement.

Honestly, she understands that feeling. ]


It's very likely to be extremely dangerous down below, isn't it? Still, there must be some worthwhile information.
heiroglyphs: (Default)

[personal profile] heiroglyphs 2016-02-13 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
Collect? Collect what?
masakados: (trying so hard)

[personal profile] masakados 2016-02-13 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
Oh right, sorry, I forgot.

[He flashes her a smile, at least, releasing her and nudging her as though to say well hurry up and fly! His smile dims down again, though.]

It just puts itself right back together, no matter how many times you blow it apart.
horsepoop: (待ってくれ)

iiia

[personal profile] horsepoop 2016-02-13 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Calling out had seemed like a bad idea at the time, what with the monsters on the prowl, ready to attack anything and everything. He hadn't wanted to draw attention to Chara and put them at risk, so he'd followed at a safe distance, and breathed a sigh of relief when they made it indoors. He'd pop in, check on them, see what he could do to help, and that would be that.

So he'd thought.

He hears the glass shattering before he even gets in the door. Whipping out his vessel, he bursts in just as the mirror's screams splinter off and die. But there are no monsters in here--none of the kind he expects, anyway. Maybe he'd recognize the goat boy if he were paying attention, but right now, his attention is entirely on Chara.]


Chara!

[The reflection in the mirror had cried out, but Namazuo doesn't understand what's going on, not yet. He races across the room, glass crunching beneath his shoes, and kneels down, reaching for their hands.]

What happened? Why--
coastal: (✧ pout)

[personal profile] coastal 2016-02-13 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ . . . . well, he doesn't seem malicious. Yet there's still definitely no trust in her eyes as she instead opts for quietly observing him. The fact that he gave his name easily enough is a point in his favor, as is his question.

"As well", is it?]


Yes... I grew weary of the idea of staying in the same place.

[After a momentary breakdown but you know, details.]
manolia: (9)

BLASTS IN HERE

[personal profile] manolia 2016-02-13 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
[It is quiet for a moment, Chibi there with his thoughts, holding a scrap of one of England's sweaters in his hand. He is looking at it like it will give him answers: why did this happen? Why didn't he think he could tell me? How did he get down here, and who put him in harm's way? It hurts just to think about.]

[He hears a thump behind him, turns to see who it is, and feels the dread coil in his belly. It's mixed with relief, admittedly - he hadn't been able to find England before - but there's a conversation he'd hoped to put off, about to happen.]

[At least, that's what he thinks before he sees the horror in England's eyes. Whatever happened here, they can talk about it later.]

[He doesn't drop the scrap when he comes over to England, but he does gently lay it on the ground before sinking to his own knees and pulling him into a hug. Best to try and ground him, now.]
Hey. [Quietly:] Let's get out of here.
adornmental: (ugh hogyoku)

[personal profile] adornmental 2016-02-13 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
I wouldn't do that even if you looked dead on your feet! [What a nice guy.]

And I can, yeah, but I don't need to. I'd rather not in a place like this.

[Especially since he now things something's after the collective ass of all spirit-kind.]
zerotohiro: ([armor] Roger that)

[personal profile] zerotohiro 2016-02-13 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh.
Dear.
God.

He flinches back away from the terminal the moment the mask turns, almost scared to proceed with the next line of questioning. This...the Flamines. The Flamine Federation was real. It wasn't some made up company and it wasn't an alias of sorts. It was a live corporation and this...alien, or what-have-you, had access to the CERES tower via the terminal. It had access to this place, too. How and why are both questions he has but he's determined not to screw this up now. This is bigger than he ever expected and in a way it's both terrifying and mollifying. His hands hover near his mask, just in case he needs to spin his, too.

(Yes, that's stupid, but still.)]


It's...nice to finally meet you. [He keeps his tone steady and at least behind the mask he can appear to be braver than he feels right now.] That's sort of the question I've been asking myself, too, for about as long as I've been here. I wish I had an answer. [More than ever.] I'm still continuing to look for them. It's...why I've been going to places all over this planet. I don't know if our goals align, exactly, but kinda sounds like we seek out similar things.

[No they don't. He has no idea what the Flamine Federation wants from CERES other than to pay them something, but for the most part he understands on a base level they want to find them for answers.] I'm searching for answers every day. But how are you contacting us through the terminal? CERES doesn't know you've connected to us, do they?
adornmental: (my blade isnt blunt but i sure am)

marys life has to continue being suffering...

[personal profile] adornmental 2016-02-13 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Then he'll start back toward the door, carefully picking his way across the floor and the shards of mirror scattered across it.]

You can shut your eyes if you want. I'll guide you out, 'kay?
horsepoop: (これは。。。)

i!

[personal profile] horsepoop 2016-02-13 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
Kashuu-kun?

[Namazuo's made it here separately, treading quietly in the darkness to avoid fighting any more than necessary. If he'd caught sight of Kashuu earlier, he might've risked calling out. But as it happens, he's stumbled on... well. Something important, apparently.

He makes his way over, and of course those are familiar objects to him, too. But Kashuu's been here a lot longer than he has, and if Kashuu doesn't know why these things are here...]


Where are we...?
forceofnature: (Confused)

[personal profile] forceofnature 2016-02-13 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I mean, there's one anecdotal piece of evidence to go off, so I'm not exactly married to this theory yet. For all I know, it's 'people you know personally because you've got really bad luck'.

...Which probably means I should never talk to you again.

[But Viridi is, actually, taking this moderately more seriously now if it has anything to do with her divinity.]

The funny thing is... I don't actually sense anything about this place. Nothing's lingering. I was mostly just joking before, since I didn't feel any presence. It could be a red herring.
itcamefromthe1950s: (015)

Freddie Cavanaugh | open

[personal profile] itcamefromthe1950s 2016-02-13 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Phase III]
[Freddie has been trying to find a place to stay, something to eat or drink, anything. While he has some good survival instincts, this setting is completely unforgiving, and like everyone else, he was brought here unprepared. He doesn't even have shoes, just his pajamas, which are pretty torn at this point. Of course, his mask is with him, shoved as best as he can manage into the small pockets on his pajama pants.

He can't venture far into this building, too afraid of stepping on glass shards. His feet have already taken a lot of abuse in his time down here. But you can catch him just as he was about to leave. He stops, seeing something catching his eye in the mirrors. The image of a monster, a spiky grey-green terror with a long neck and many teeth, flashes in the shards. Behind is the smoking rubble of a desert city, and chaos in its path.

Freddie shakes his head, and backs away slowly from the room. That was just his tired mind playing tricks on him, right?]



[Phase II]
[If you happen to be making your way through the debris, not paying attention, a hand will reach out and grab you, pulling you awkwardly into a small crevice in a dilapidated building. A terrified, bedraggled teenager in a set of pajamas doesn't say anything; he holds up a finger to his mouth in a shushing motion. Be quiet, or else one of those scrap creatures that has been stalking Freddie might find you both. It can't be seen from where they're hiding, but the scraping of metal and clatter of debris gets closer and closer as it tries to dig them out of hiding.]
hijiwanwan: (41)

[personal profile] hijiwanwan 2016-02-13 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ He crosses his arms and only lets out an irritated sigh.

Why is she being so difficult! ]


Hell no. I'm just giving you advice- if you're really that curious you can look, I guess. It's not my problem.

[ HE WON'T STOP? Ugh, he's trying to just give some Really Nice friendly advice! But really, seeing things on that altar isn't for the weak hearted for sure... He doesn't want to deal with a crying girl if she does end up crying or something? What the heck! ]