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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: (restless)

[personal profile] adornmental 2016-02-13 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
I'll stand guard! Nothing will interrupt your nap while I'm here, 'kay?

[PATTING HIS CHEST yes, he'll do good!!]

...But I don't have any pillows.
carcinoma: (12)

[personal profile] carcinoma 2016-02-13 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
Because ...

[ is this stranger insulted? he honestly can't tell. lop bites his lip as he tries to think of a good answer, then weakly ventures: ]

If -- if things go badly. You wouldn't be in the best condition to take on new challenges?
antagonize: (043)

phase ia!

[personal profile] antagonize 2016-02-13 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
Down. There's bound to be something interesting there.

[No hesitation. It's easier to backtrack after going down than after going up, in any case.]
sayonaradumbass: (huehuehue)

[personal profile] sayonaradumbass 2016-02-13 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
Wow, are you a comedian as well as a nightlight for crying brats where you're from?
coastal: (✧ grumble mumble hmph)

[personal profile] coastal 2016-02-13 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
[It's not breaking through to him.

When their eyes lock, she's taken aback from the look on his face. It's as if he's breaking down, he's that terrified from this, and she has one sincere thought: I never want to see that look on your face again.

So even as he's gazing toward the ground, she's motivated by her incredibly rash emotions again. If he's not going to look at her, if he's going to be overwhelmed, if he's going to look so lost, then she's going to give him direction. Her hands move quickly and forcefully, grabbing at the cloth of his clothes around his neck and then yanking with all of her strength so that he has to bend down to her.

Her arms reach out, wrapping around his head to pull him down so that his face can fall against her shoulder.]


Idiot... Don't lift your head until you've returned to yourself, understand...?!

[She's weak. She's scared. She's certain that her hands are shaking even as she insists upon holding him.

But she wants to be there for him too.]
corona: (‣ and you blew it)

wild card last day cuz im da worst

[personal profile] corona 2016-02-13 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ Everything is gone.

Hope and love... Beauty, mirth, excitement? Verve and compassion and empathy are all just gone.

She's stopped eating because the little food available tastes indescribably like ash; she's started avoiding her friends, Jaune especially because all she can think when he's around is how he's probably gone and told everybody about her secret and it makes her guilty and sick with fear at the same time. They must all hate her.

But she'd done her best, throwing herself again and again into the line of their fire and their fights, if only because she hopes that by acting like her old enthusiastic self she'll start to feel that way. Then again: what does it matter if she does? This is fine. Not good or bad. Not anything, really, it just... is. It's fine. She remembers the motions (step one: say hello; step two: ask a question; step three: laugh and smile) and performs them and waits to see if her affect will return.

Instead, what she feels is despair and uncertainty, hounded by whispers of the weak and dying, or of those with the magic to save them. Pascal's been chirping in her ear nonstop, asking her what's happening back in Cerealia properly and wondering why she isn't taking proper care of herself because he's sad and worried... And through it all she feels nothing. It's a little like the way she felt when she arrived. Only more and greyer. Everything is flat and empty. Vacant. Robotic, even. She feels like a puppet...

Nothing, including herself, even feels real anymore.

When she approaches Yu on that last day, weak with hunger and heedless, she shows her first sign of true, startling emotion in hours: confusion. It's almost enough to shake her out of the stupor of her numbness, to bring her back from suspicion on the far shore. Why is she here again? Is she supposed to care about his well-being or something? Maybe she should try that. See what happens. ]


Hello-- [ Awkward. Her voice is empty and awkward. Ouch. ] ...Ace.
fatalstriker: (pic#7632334)

[personal profile] fatalstriker 2016-02-13 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
You've just got all kinds of fun skills, huh.

[fire, being a walking night light, cooking, wooing yang... pretty good, naoki. yuri's impressed.

besides, they may as well make a little but of casual small talk before shit gets real. since yuri knows that's definitely coming up on them soon.]
meouch: (Default)

[personal profile] meouch 2016-02-13 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ adrien's holding beldum gently, his hands moving to at least try and wipe some of the blood from it's body. there's blood on him too, now, and he freezes over it—until metagross' telepathy kicks in.

... metagross really was amazing, wasn't it. through the grief, that action shoves adrien's strength forward, prompts his logical side: they... need to get out, and they need to find the way back, and there's still danger. it's the thin thread holding him up.

but it still hurts far too much, and failure weighs on him heavily. this was where he'd ask steven about whatever it was metagross just did, probably, and why he looked a little different but then didn't. right now all he can offer is: ]


Are you... Metagross, I can hold him. If that's...

[ if that's too hard. ]

I'm— [ stronger like this, but not enough to save steven. not enough to at least pretend he's collecting himself, to collapse at a later time. ] —Sorry.
adornmental: (heartache)

ANGST FOR THE ANGST GOD

[personal profile] adornmental 2016-02-13 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah, the ongoing Souji struggle... A whole different can of worms!! But right now, Souji is a familiar (if brusque) presence, and Kashuu gravitates toward him immediately. Any comfort is important when he feels adrift, and it's always his first instinct to latch on tightly.

His hands are full this time, though, so he can only stand close and hold them out for Souji to see, palms up like a child showing something broken.]


...These belonged to Horikawa and Yasusada.

[A red ribbon, and the smallest scrap of the Shinsengumi blues.

There are more things in his other hand, though. Kanesada's bead, a tassel from Jiroutachi, Hotarumaru's hair - so, so many have come and gone. Mitsutada, Ookurikara, Taroutachi, Nagasone--]
heartsandcrafts: (pic#9921843)

[personal profile] heartsandcrafts 2016-02-13 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Phase II]

Ever the optimist, Hajime had headed up. What she found though... well, it wasn't heartening, that's for sure. At least the rubble wasn't recognizable, so hopefully none of the places she'd gotten used to had exploded...

These robots were something else though.

"So, I guess you're not friendly then?" she said as she jumped back, narrowly dodging being turned into pancake by a giant concrete-and-cable fist as a hulking beast shambled towards her. The creature groaned, rumbling deep in its decrepit chest as it reached out, trying to swipe at her with its fingers, pieces of rusted rebar sticking out of cement blocks. "That's really too bad! It would have been nice if we could have talked!"

Yet she was still talking to it... was anyone going to stop her before she got hurt?

[III]

A loud growing echoed from inside the building, but there was no monster - just a girl with a frown on her face as she rubbed her stomach unhappily. It looked like there were just mirrors and mirror shards here, not food but... it didn't hurt to look, right?

Apparently it might, if that scream of pain was any indication - though it wasn't coming from her. Sort of.

All around, the mirror lit up with multicolored rainbow light, a vision of a strange and bright dimension with no bounds, and in the center of it all, Hajime. Blood was dripping down her face, her mouth - in fact, one of her arms seemed to be nothing but blood, fritzing and glitching in and out of focus as she floated in that dimension, screaming again in pain as she was struck by invisible force.

Meanwhile, Hajime herself seemed unperturbed to watch the scene unfold, but she'd also stopped in her walking, staring around at the mirrors showing off her memories. "Ohhh, that time..."
retorter: KONDOU-SAN IS.... WHAT....? (run that by me again)

phase iii!

[personal profile] retorter 2016-02-13 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Souji's been wandering around for the better part of an hour, mesmerized by the memories playing against the glass. Every glance feeling like shards being pushed deep inside his heart. Painful, but bearable. Sometimes they're not so bad. Sometimes they show him at nine years old, bleeding and being praised by Kondou-san, a turning point of Souji's life that he's always looked back on. Even the fact that his past is being toyed like this isn't enough for him to leave, not just yet. ]

[ The only difference now is Souji taking great pains to immediately retreat in the other direction if he sees another person, but, he thinks as Mutsu suddenly crosses his path and collides with him -- it doesn't work when the other person comes to him. ]

[ He's seen it all, of course he has. Even though he hadn't wanted to. Even though he hadn't meant to. Souji can only silently thank the fact that he can't smell the blood reflected on the glass. Mutsu's face makes something inside Souji curl away, already hating the vulnerability, and already unjustly blaming Mutsu for having seen it. That's why his voice comes out raspy and curt, eyes narrowed and pinned on Mutsu, because he's afraid of what else he'll see if he looks away. ]


Get a hold of yourself.

[ comforting ]
masakados: (even though i’ve realized the truth)

[personal profile] masakados 2016-02-13 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
Dunno. [Which really means: his good humour seems like it's being worn down.] Anyway, since you're not a crying brat, you probably don't need me to be your nightlight, so.

[Seems like he's walking off toward the path leading down--]
sayonaradumbass: (Default)

[personal profile] sayonaradumbass 2016-02-13 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
[taking her hand, he hauls himself up with a huff]

The atmosphere. It's supposed to be mysterious...but we just get screwed with. And I'm fine. Guess it's this shit again, huh.
onerous: (when I look towards the skies?)

[personal profile] onerous 2016-02-13 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
[yuri jumps with a strangled gasp, whirling quickly to face him. He's familiar at least--she recognized him from the shrine--and she swallows hard. Her heart feels like it's about to beat out of her chest, jesus...]

It means, I-- [She hesitates a little, because while she's been using her power more to help people around the shrine, it's still weird to discuss openly. Instead she focuses on picking up the hair bundle again, mouth turned down in a thoughtful frown.]

...It means whoever did this made really sure to not leave any traces. Either they don't want us to know who these belonged to, or they really don't want us to know what happened here. [She sets the bundle down and looks at the blood stains.] Sacrifice, maybe...?
adornmental: (remorse)

[personal profile] adornmental 2016-02-13 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Kashuu is normally good - too good for his own good, really - at covering up the unpleasant things that he doesn't want to show. But when the emotions are strong, or the onset is unexpected, he stumbles.

He's stumbling now, turning toward the sound of Chaltier's voice and holding these scraps of fabric and bits of tassel so tightly that his hands look blotchy even in the dim light.]


They were here. [Quiet, at first. Not really an answer either - or not a direct one, anyway. But he continues, looking from Chaltier to Leon.] The other swords. The ones who're gone now.
bloodbiter: (that's about the millionth baby head)

[personal profile] bloodbiter 2016-02-13 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
Even if the atmosphere was mysterious, I don't see how that makes this romantic in the least.

I suppose so. [she looks around with a frown.] We shouldn't remain here long. Do you hear those noises?
bakudanma: (【 55 】)

[personal profile] bakudanma 2016-02-13 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Now. This seems familiar. Katsura didn't directly see this creature, but Tadashi and Hiro informed him about it. Something to this description— but he was connected with the Research Lab during their raid.
His eyes squint. The mask with a bar code is resting on his temple but not placed over his face. ]


Ah. Hello. [ scary.. ]
What is your connection? Why are you reaching out to us?
[ why did you talk to his comrades a few weeks ago?
He's still in a wheelchair and recovering, and Elizabeth— who is also an alien— is accompanying him.
He also has a bar code mask. ]
masakados: (which is the truth?)

[personal profile] masakados 2016-02-13 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Hey hey slow down there before you give him more credit than he's due. Yang did pleeeenty of that wooing, let's just be real here.]

So I hear.

But how about you? [He doesn't know that much about Yuri yet so sure small talk while traversing the dark headed down into what could be death--]
zerotohiro: ([armor] You ruined everything!)

[personal profile] zerotohiro 2016-02-13 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
[OKAY BYE!!!! He's busy rolling out of the way but he can't bounce up as fast as he'd like on a swollen ankle. It's enough time to move in the muddy water though as he's up on his feet and drawing his gunblade in one almost-fluid motion.]

Weiss, stop. I'm not going to fight you! [But he's also not putting away his weapon. He doesn't trust her not to attack honestly...he's anticipating it. Maybe beating her down is the only answer.]
onerous: (floating in between the light and dark)

[personal profile] onerous 2016-02-13 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Yuri tenses a moment in surprise, then tilts her head in acknowledgement of him.

She watches him, partly out of curiosity and partly out of interest- he seems to know what he's doing, that's for sure. Everything handled rather methodically, logically-- it was impressive, of that Yuri would admit.
]

Are they offerings, or something more... [more sinister, she means. She picks up another piece of cloth and tries to concentrate again, but in the end she shakes her head with quick exhale that betrays her annoyance.]

I can't get any readings on anything. It's not that they aren't there, but... It's like someone left their fingerprints all over, but wiped them clean. They're there, but I can't follow them or collect them. It's not natural-- this sort of thing should be impossible.
gravesite: (138)

[personal profile] gravesite 2016-02-13 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ well, SOMEONE hasn't read the history textbooks of the modern age.... ]

You do realize that the years have passed since then, don't you? Even though you're here, they're not here.

[ ah.... what a bad influence. he is kind of an asshole, though, and right now, he's absolutely earning that badge. ]

If you try to insist that they're alive, then you're just wasting your energy.
coastal: (✧ i didn't mean to)

[personal profile] coastal 2016-02-13 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
[It's painful.

Why is it, even in the arms of another that she knows cares for her, she still feels so breathtakingly torn apart?

Even she's not sure of how long she's crying except for that fact that it's too long. There's no doubt that there's tears on his clothes now (and it occurs to her to apologize for that too) and her fingers clutching onto him as if he's the only real thing here are probably leaving wrinkles. How annoying.

By the time his speaks, her breathing has slowed and she's calmed down, even though she's refusing to lift her head from where it's resting against his chest. She can't look him in the eye yet.

She's weak in so many different ways.]


... Why... do you keep protecting me?

[Why is she so lucky?

How long before that luck runs out?]
beaconed: (pic#8915953)

[personal profile] beaconed 2016-02-13 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
O-Okay, I... I won't tell you that, h-hahah. [ Nothing like humor to hide your own fear of drowning. ]

Uh. What, so... so what should we do?

[ Unlike Naoki who has slowed down, Jaune is pacing a little nervously around him. ]
complices: (ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ。)

[personal profile] complices 2016-02-13 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
No. We do not need altars. We do not need feeling.

This has nothing to do with us.
coastal: (✧ cryyyyyy)

[personal profile] coastal 2016-02-13 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ . . . In truth, she can only nod weakly.]

They... were my comrades.

[Though her voice sounds hollow even to her, distant. She's trying so hard not to break down, to not cry loudly and painfully as she wishes to, but there's no helping it.

This is cruel.

Silent tears escape her without her permission.]