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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!

complices: (ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ。)

[personal profile] complices 2016-02-13 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Unfortunately, it was not. The face tilts slightly to the left and then the screen flickers black again. In red text: ]

B A R E

[ And the connection cuts. This time, the connection cannot be reestablished. ]
flaredo: (Hark!  The herald Weiss shrieks!)

[personal profile] flaredo 2016-02-13 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ ... As she'd thought. These people are-- were his friends. The ones he'd told her he'd had to fight, kill, to stop them from bringing about their Reasons.

It's not something he needs to be forced into facing, so Yang moves swiftly, easing him past the shattered fragments of memories, and finally - finally - out of the building. ]


... There we go. We're out.
fatalstriker: (pic#7632397)

[personal profile] fatalstriker 2016-02-13 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
That was my plan. Can't say I'd have any opposition to having a walking lantern join me.

[he's such a shithead, but he means it in the nicest way possible.]
forceofnature: (Patronize)

[personal profile] forceofnature 2016-02-13 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
...Well, that's boring. You know, technically they already broke the deal by not paying on time.

So what are you due? It's going to be something horrible like 'ten thousand tongues' or 'the soul of the first songbird of spring', isn't it?
snowyoni: (005)

[personal profile] snowyoni 2016-02-13 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
We're all allies here. It would be poor of me to put my survival above someone else's like that.

[And that seems to be her complete explanation. It's common sense to her anyhow.]
discard: (There's a spider in that hole)

i.

[personal profile] discard 2016-02-13 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
[He stumbled down here by accident, and he doesn't like it. It's too close to the dark, lapping sound of the water lurking out there just beyond his vision, but Leon had had no choice but to carry on, Chaltier out in his hand--more for comfort than to face any threats, since no monsters have appeared.

And then... there's an altar.

Leon's not particularly well-versed in religion in any way. He doesn't believe, but he knows nonetheless of the ways of Atamoni, and he knows that the peoples of Calvalese believe differently. He knows what a place of belief looks like.

Grim as this one is. And...there's someone there.

It's Chaltier who speaks first, concerned. "Kashuu...? Are you okay?"]
beaconed: (pic#8911538)

[personal profile] beaconed 2016-02-13 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
Hm, maybe we'll find some kinda relic. That'd be fun. [ ...NOT. Jaune Arc and "relics" don't have the best history AND HE KNOWS IT... ]

Oh-- have you heard from Yang or Ruby?

[ Jaune is also a little wary or technology right now, so... he hasn't touched his CereVice. ]
fatalstriker: (pic#8055994)

[personal profile] fatalstriker 2016-02-13 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
If you say so. Not sure I get the mask fetish, but I get the feeling that's the least of my problems right now.

[...]

So what's your deal, Masky?
heiwana: (㊁㊉㊂)

Phase 1b

[personal profile] heiwana 2016-02-13 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kousetsu sees familiar items as well. For one thing he's seen Souza's sword among other shreds of evidence of the others who have left here as well. His expression is solemn and unamused as he all but stares past Hijikata, his gaze only snapping towards the other when he speaks up. ]

Have you...seen things from those gone as well? [ His chest hurt a little upon seeing what he knew might be the remnants of those long since gone from here. ]
geophile: (pic#8845427)

[personal profile] geophile 2016-02-13 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ that alien... it has the same mask as the one armaldo had found at the bottom of the lake.

it's unsettling, to say the least. but turning back now would mean possibly losing information. ]


Who are you?

[ it's a start. ]
discard: (Is he loitering within tent?)

i.

[personal profile] discard 2016-02-13 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Leon stumbled here for much the same reason--he's trying to get away from the sound of water, not to go nearer to it. When he stumbles into the altar like area, it's...at least it's dry. For now, that will have to do.

Except there's someone here, and he's not sure what to make of that phrase.]


...What are you talking about?
bloodbiter: (that's disgusting. fucking memes!)

[personal profile] bloodbiter 2016-02-13 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[upon noticing her discomfort, adelina sheathes her sword once more, trying to adopt a gentler pose to help lili feel more at ease. she even opts for a smile.]

My name is Adelina. Have you been injured?
zerotohiro: (Tough choices)

[personal profile] zerotohiro 2016-02-13 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[That's not disconcerting. Thank you Mr. Flamine. It's interesting; the longer he speaks to the alien the more he realizes how intelligent it actually is. It's easier to have this conversation.]

I'm...gonna guess that the compensation you're looking for isn't credits. [He pauses. Through another terminal? Could it be possible that the masks are somehow blocking CERES out, too? Like the glasses he's created.

Or maybe he's putting too much thought into this.]


...CERES has something I want, too. It's why I'm looking for them. [There's another pause. This...is a bad idea. Engaging is a bad idea, even thinking his next thought is a bad idea, but...he needs to know.]

...if we found CERES for you. Would you consider that a fair trade for something else?
masakados: (could i see my affection)

[personal profile] masakados 2016-02-13 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Relics. Naoki's first thought is something haunted. And then he thinks of the masks that were following them around. Hm.]

Not yet. I'm hoping I'll find them-- or, they'll find me. [With the glowing and all, he's pretty distinctive.] The sooner the better.
dishevelment: (so tired of this shit)

I

[personal profile] dishevelment 2016-02-13 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
It's impossible-- yet, here they are.

[Carefully wiping off his hands on his robe with the fastidiousness of a scientist or forensic investigator, Koumei stood before the strangely neat 'altar' to join Yuri in her assessment. Such matters, though outside of his general job details, weren't completely unheard of. Sordid affairs happened underneath the Palace grounds, and someone needed to keep tabs on the details.

Delicately picking up a bit of cloth --pink with lace, almost reminiscent of his sister's voluminous sleeves-- he held it up to their meager light source for a better look. The blood stains on it had long since become dried, and there was nothing besides texture and color that could identify the kind of person it had belonged to.

He was too new in this city. He didn't have all the information.]


The better kind of question to ask would be about what sort of person would even need an arrangement like this.
bloodbiter: (are you spaghettifying on me)

[personal profile] bloodbiter 2016-02-13 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
[she blinks, then narrows her eyes in confusion. as she reaches down to help him up:]

Of course it isn't. Why would it be romantic?

Yes, I'm fine. And yourself?
colonially: (determined > moving forward)

[personal profile] colonially 2016-02-13 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Don't watch him, Naoki! Watch out for yourself. Quatre, despite looking small and defenseless, he can hold his own at least somewhat.

Still, the large, hulking thing -- a machine, isn't it? A robot? Quatre frowns, stepping back and taking a swing when the thing starts to come too close.

The problem is, the sound of this skirmish is going to attract all the more attention. More awkwardly assembled shapes are appearing as if from the shadows themselves.]
corona: (‣ and what if i'm a snowstorm burning?)

wildcard.

[personal profile] corona 2016-02-13 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ Enemy crabs, you say, well, what would happen if that crab attack were an ambush?!

An ambush that can be traced backwards to the work of one blonde with her hair in a highly pragmatic combat ponytail of sorts. Rapunzel is hunting through the few buildings she can access - residences, storage, ambiguous burnt-out husks - for supplies: containers, sterilisers, medicine, food, etc. Her progress is steady and her movements are methodical, but there's something a little... off about her. Jumpy, but flat. Vacant.

Pascal is a flurry of activity on her head, clicking and chirping instructions or warnings to Rapunzel while she ignores him in favour of breaking through a glass window with her elbow. The blood doesn't seem to bother her. Nor does the sound it makes... ]
faceplate: (let me tell you a thing. in haiku.)

[personal profile] faceplate 2016-02-13 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ maybe a robot! We Just Don't Know. zero nods once. ]
discard: (DEFEND YOURSELF YELLOW KNAVE!)

iii.

[personal profile] discard 2016-02-13 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[There's the sense of rushing water crashing into a cave, filling it to the brim, but Leon staggers away from the memories in his mirror, and that brings the others in stark focus.

Someone he doesn't know.

Machines in space, a situation he doesn't understand--but he has no doubts it's grim.

He reaches out in a moment of unusual good will and grabs Quatre's arm.]


Get out of here.
immobileyes: (Daily trauma)

[personal profile] immobileyes 2016-02-13 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
It knocked you flying.

[ Jaune. Jaune, she's got to point that out. ]
cestmagnifique: (i'm living in an empty room)

[personal profile] cestmagnifique 2016-02-13 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ So they--he?--...they're not CERES. Another group? They said "us", so there's clearly more than one person involved. ]

What do you mean by "payment"? Is this something that holds a monetary value, or is this retribution?
covenantal: (125.)

[personal profile] covenantal 2016-02-13 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yu actually backs away from the terminal, albeit only a single step. He's glad for the mask. It hides his face. His body language doesn't give anything away.

A beat. ]


What more can I give besides myself?
fortheprincess: (and it's been much too long)

[personal profile] fortheprincess 2016-02-13 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, okay. It's worth a shot.

The connection cuts, and he takes this time to put the mask to his face. He's not leaving without answers, and this creepy alien's not getting the best of him. Let's try this again-- ]


...Who are you?
masakados: (everything’s been released)

[personal profile] masakados 2016-02-13 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
[That pressure doesn't abate, not immediately, not even when Naoki notices him there. He's staring feverishly at the mirrors, his mouth set in a hard line.

After a moment, he answers quietly:]
I'm sick of these tricks.

[His memories aren't for display, they aren't to share, he's already experienced them enough times-- The pressure flares but he catches himself, forcing it down, down like he's stuffing it into a bottle. He stiffens up when another voice, a woman's, comes from a nearby mirror: "All possibility has dried up in this world..."

No, that's wrong. It was always wrong.]
I don't want to see these like this.