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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!

geophile: (pic#8719074)

1-a

[personal profile] geophile 2016-02-13 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ in a way, steven had expected this. of course, there was no way to predict exactly what CERES was going to throw at them, but he's not thrown by the fact that they've been yet again ripped from their lives into something life-threatening.

as he's walking along the metal platform with cradily lighting the darkness with flash, when her light runs across something red. they're equally posed to attack or defend, but the voice that follows puts him more at ease. he holds out a hand, telling cradily that she can relax as well. ]


...Miss Kirijo. [ he lets out a breath that he wasn't even aware he was holding. ] It's Steven.
meouch: (pic#9958447)

bonus. yep here we go

[personal profile] meouch 2016-02-13 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ the risks begin.

adrien—chat—is entirely used to combat, but he avoids it when he can. the possibility of using cataclysm is shoved away into the deepest, deepest emergency situations in his mind. there's very little to recharge plagg here, save for the sole piece of camembert he'd been sleeping with (seriously? but also at the same time fortunate), and he can't afford to be stuck as adrien. he's realizing that he can't do anything as adrien.

but soon, he finds he can't do anything as chat, either.

he'd been looking for steven, senses ready and waiting. and he finds steven, but he's fighting, and usually it'd be very amazing to see but now it's just frightening. it's that familiar feeling that settles in his stomach when he sees ladybug fight—the fear that gets him jumping in front of arrows and fatal strikes without hesitation. the fear that gets him down on four limbs, rushing forward to help— ]


STEVEN!

[ —but he's too late, and he can't do anything. he's only fast enough to watch steven's corpse hit the floor as his mind freezes. only fast enough to have this feeling that someone just punched him in his throat then stopped his heart.

steven's pokémon are there and he isn't sure if they'll let him approach as chat, if they recognize him, but he shoves forward regardless. he can do something, can't he, there's something steven can't be dead ]


Steven—

[ okay. so.

this went well. ]
sortileges: (42)

phase iii

[personal profile] sortileges 2016-02-13 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's better than being underground is what he's been telling himself since he came back up here. By this point he's managed to check on people who he hasn't managed to find in person, but actually seeing them outside a vision is much nicer.

It's why he's relieved at first. Rei is walking normally. No limps. As far as he can tell she isn't injured either.

It's when he recognises the place she's heading into that he finally calls out. ]


Wait-!
bropane: (no one wants to kiss a girl in black)

[personal profile] bropane 2016-02-13 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ tadashi is here.

once the memory fades and the mirrors turn back into normal shards of glass, he wakes up from the illusion. he has to get back to what he was doing: looking for people. ]


Anybody there?
corona: (‣ and what if i'm a snowstorm burning?)

phase i

[personal profile] corona 2016-02-13 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Something about this scenario is disturbingly familiar. The whispers in the dark, the cold, the grime...

Rapunzel's got a clothes iron in one hand (she was in the middle of getting ready for work when she'd felt that magnetic jerk) and Pascal in the other - though he quickly skitters up her arm and burrows himself behind her neck where can keep a lookout behind her. She's wearing nothing but pyjamas, still far from turning into the post-apocalyptic horror she will be in a few days. Her mask is, as usual, strapped oddly to the crown of her forehead like a headband.

Oh and she's walking hella fast. Apparently away from something?? She doesn't even look at Stahn when she brushes past, unusually brusque in calling out: ]
Come on! We need to get away from whatever's down here.
bropane: (pic#10006413)

[personal profile] bropane 2016-02-13 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
No.

[ he shakes his head immediately, as if in denial. there's no need for anybody to be worried about him. the priority is everyone else's health and well-being. ]

I'm dead, but I'm fine.
complices: (ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ。)

[personal profile] complices 2016-02-13 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ The face on the other hand just leans back, face tilting upwards as if it was... sighing. But there is nothing exposed underneath the mask other than more darkness. After a moment, it settles again and the screen flickers. ]

No. Name is not ???. Name in exchange. You offer.
zerotohiro: (Aperture Science)

[personal profile] zerotohiro 2016-02-13 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Past due, huh? He thinks back to what the natives told their group in the jungle the second time.]

...this got something to do with the contract they signed with the natives when they first got here?
coastal: (✧ you protag too hard)

i

[personal profile] coastal 2016-02-13 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Honestly, Lili's not really looking where she's going and that's her first mistake.

Her second mistake is not catching herself in time before she almost quite literally runs into Naoki and just barely manages to keep herself from ramming into him - but it means that she's surprised by the sudden fire in his palm.]


Aahhh...?!

[The surprised and slightly scared look on her face probably betrays her thoughts more than anything else.

What are you.]
gravesite: dns (99)

ota!

[personal profile] gravesite 2016-02-13 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
( phase i )

[ tsurumaru is quite familiar with the underground. if anything, it’s almost like a second home for him; he’s even comfortable as the air grows heavier, as if the ceiling would collapse and trap everyone underground. but once he stumbles upon the altar, he spends some time looking around it, and amongst the items laid out, he finds some curious objects.

among the items, he picks up a red ribbon, as well as a scrap of faded blue cloth with white triangles. ]


These are familiar, aren’t they?


( phase ii )

[ there are strange monsters, made of building parts and ground parts and metal parts and all kinds of city parts imaginable, and while he could waste his time and cut them down all day, wouldn't it be smarter to hide? there doesn't seem to be any end to these creatures, anyway.

so whether you're also fighting or not, he'll give you a light tap on the shoulder with one hand — far too casually for this predicament. in his other hand is his sword, still unsheathed, to fend off any particularly feisty monsters. ]


Come on— we shouldn't waste our energy here, right?


( phase iii )

[ as if by a stroke of luck, he’s ended up here — wherever here truly is. making his way further doesn’t explain much, but before he can continue wondering, he tenses up, catching movement from the corner of his eye.

there are dark silhouettes within the shattered mirrors: one, two, and then there are hundreds, more than you can possibly count in one sitting. they run from shard to shard to shard, but they’re not running fast enough.

hesitantly, he wills himself to look again; this time, there’s blood, a lot of blood, and the figures that were so full of movement before are lifelessly piled on top of each other. their faces are indiscernible, but of course he knows who these silhouettes are; of course he knows what this is, and what’s happening.

without a second thought, he’s already reaching for them, tugging at the broken fragments until his gloves are torn and his palms are streaked with his own blood, and his breath is coming in rapid gasps.

you could try to stop him! or, you could totally encourage him to keep going, if that’s your thing. ]
specialization: (fish.)

[personal profile] specialization 2016-02-13 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
I found it in a lake. Do you want it back?

[his response is quick and sure, feeling the tingle of excitement at getting an answer. there are so many questions in his mind - did you bring us here, why the masks, is there something you want - but one at a time.]
manolia: (6)

[personal profile] manolia 2016-02-13 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
Some of us are not human, you know. [He says it with a prideful little smile. Maybe humans don't know how to handle themselves, but Eliatropes do! At least, under his guidance, Eliatropes do. No world-ruining stasis here!]

[Except for the guy who runs a creepy world-ruining stasis lab directly under Chibi's goddamn tomb.]


My people are quite good at existing in harmony with nature, and creating technology that works with the planet that gives us life. It was jarring, when I came here and suddenly there was such a divide.

You are one of its keepers, then? A bit like our Goddess, but... [Prettier (Goddess, that's a blasphemous thought)? More arrogant? He can't complete the thought, because another golem's back, and it doesn't seem very happy. Chibi breaks to portal up to its neck, then lands a kick at the base of its kludged-together neck.]

[While it reels, he pops his head back through:]
Perhaps we ought to get out of here, if we are to talk more about this.
adornmental: (SMASH IT WITH A HAMMER)

iii!

[personal profile] adornmental 2016-02-13 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[The memory is what he notices first. How could he ignore it when it's splashed across so many pieces of glass, glittering its way across the room? He doesn't entirely understand what's going on, and he tries not to focus too hard for the sake of privacy (always preemptively returning the favor he wants), but he can at least tell that it's bad.

Bad for Leon, doubly bad for Stahn, considering he's the one who's currently partially immobilized in a dangerous location. He can hear Dymlos calling out to him, and that's why Kashuu's immediately moving to grab his shoulder instead - because voice alone may not be enough.]


Stahn!
bropane: (oh brother)

[personal profile] bropane 2016-02-13 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ well, that's definitely a sign that he should prepare to fight. this definitely isn't hiro. and what he saw wasn't real.

this is like being back in the jungle again, showing memories of his parents. except this time? these memories are here to hurt him. literally.

he may have almost jumped off a bridge once after seeing his mentor, but he isn't going to be fooled again. ]


Answer the question.

[ he moves sideways, surveying the area around them, but his eyes are glued to the boy before him. he isn't going to attack just yet. ]
moribound: (83)

Open;

[personal profile] moribound 2016-02-13 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Phase I;
[Minato only happens to be wearing his normal clothes as he hadn't been sleeping during the time of the explosion. He'd gotten up with a jerk and had planned to call someone before being pulled away in a flash, finding himself surrounded by darkness seconds after.]

... [He lifts up his CereVice for a moment before tucking it away, a hand clutching tightly to his Evoker as he takes a few careful steps downwards, trying to locate the sounds of water he heard shortly after being taken here.

The floor eventually gives way and Minato finds himself dumped onto a muddy bank- lacking the resources to check the water he simply moves on to the caves in the hope of finding something. He gets his wish soon enough, reaching a bloodied altar that sickens him to the bone even before catching sight of scraps from a red cape that looks all too familiar to him.

His listlessness crumbles instantly, practically tripping over himself running to the altar to get a closer look. When someone finds him he'll be staring at it wordlessly with his face obscured and his head lowered, but the trembling of his hands and what seems like incoherent strangled sounds coming from him say more than any words could.]


Phase III;
[It takes Minato a fair while to bother making his way above ground, and he eventually finds broken down buildings all around him. Not trusting them to be stable, he simply ignores the crumbling buildings and trudges on, his mask having been tied to his right arm all this while.

It's the sight of intact structures that manage to grab his attention and he wanders in, instantly feeling on edge when he sees the mirrors all around him. Minato sees nothing out of the ordinary at first and it's only when he turns around to leave that he hears crackling fire from a shard that just happens to be within sight.

Yet it's gone again when he stares at that piece and should someone approach him he'll look at them listlessly, pointing a single finger at one of the plain shards.]


There's something strange about these shards...we should leave. [Strange indeed, and he should have looked away from the shard so that this person wouldn't have seen a burning car and a bloody hand hanging limply out of where the car's window should have been, or a a small child standing away from the fire, staring at what must be the car's wreckage.

Judging by the pained sound Minato makes immediately after that and the way he looks away at once, it's probably personal...a little too personal.]


Wild Card;
[Feel free to PM me if there's a scenario you'd like to do and we can sort it out! No death scenarios though.]

[OOC note: Minato has the bloody mask and he's involuntarily worn it twice, so he'll be suffering its effects pretty badly.]
Edited 2016-02-13 02:58 (UTC)
beaconed: (016)

phase iii

[personal profile] beaconed 2016-02-13 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ah, more magic mirror mystery bullshit... Jaune watches the memory that's being projected, though he doesn't quite understand what's happening in it. Or rather, he does, but there's a serious lack of context here. Is that really Hiro and Baymax? Also was that a Latino Rapunzel? ]

Hiro! ...Who's Krei? D-Did he do this?
corona: (‣ crossbow)

phase ii

[personal profile] corona 2016-02-13 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ It also doesn't seem to care as the second of two loud shots rings out. Rapunzel reloads her shotgun almost expertly and fires again, this time at what looks like the creature's facial area. A corner blows off, spinning wildly away and shattering glass somewhere.

The monster doesn't stop. Now mostly repaired, it seems to be launching itself in their direction.

She turns to look at the girl beside her, wondering if this is not the worst possible start to her second day down here imaginable and... not exactly concerned whether it is or not. In fact, she is calm as a cucumber. ]


I have an idea, but it might get us killed. Are you all right with that?
masakados: (always digging)

[personal profile] masakados 2016-02-13 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Naoki hears him, of course-- but his eyes are still fixed on the mirror. Isamu. Isamu's voice. He's not so easily snapped out of it, as it were, but his voice when he speaks is frightening calm.

Well... he's angry. Furious.]


This isn't just a trick. [Memories. His memories. They're using them, he doesn't want to see this again. There's the sound of shattering glass--

The one that just was projecting his memory explodes. It might seem spontaneous, but if Hiro had been watching, he would've seen Naoki's hand snap up, the blast of white energy that came from his palm. But, the voice and figure comes again, to a mirror to Naoki's left this time: "If you'd waited until the world of Musubi was finished, then you would've at least had the chance to be born again."]
masakados: dns (i’ll fade away if i’m too aware)

[personal profile] masakados 2016-02-13 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Whoa--

[Naoki startles, taking a long step backward, away from Lili, before he stops and squints at her, lifting up his hand with the fire crackling in it to see better. Life would be easier if he could see in the dark but, alas.]

Don't scream like that, you surprised me.

[A normal response... Even though he can see that scared look.]
dirtdevil: (not wearing pants)

[personal profile] dirtdevil 2016-02-13 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ he turns around with a start towards the voice; so Tadashi is there. but it's hard to see with these goddamn mirrors everywhere, so he'll just start by calling back to him.

his voice is loud enough to hear, but otherwise it sounds a little more somber than usual. ]


Tadashi?
manolia: (Default)

[personal profile] manolia 2016-02-13 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[He's not familiar with you people's cultures, okay!! ??? is probably a very serviceable name somewhere in the Krosmoz. He only asked so he had something to call the fellow; part of him considers dropping the matter.]

[But if the mask is being so cagey about it, maybe it's important?]

[He sighs in turn, trying not to roll his eyes.]
I have offered my name - more specifically, I am Prophet Chibi the First-Born, of the Eliatrope people. While I do not see why your name should require more than that, I also have some information about both this world and my own, if you are not familiar with either.
adornmental: (you cheating shit)

[personal profile] adornmental 2016-02-13 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
Still... like— Still in the colony?

[It's good news - is it good news? It has to be, because even though none of his comrades had been in the Code before, if someone else has survived this then--]

Um— [But Chibi's clearly distressed, and Kashuu's already upset and empathetic, so he's stumbling on his words.] ...Are they okay?
complices: (ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ。)

[personal profile] complices 2016-02-13 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ The face tilts to the right, almost turning at a complete 90 degree angle. Then, the screen flickers again. ]

Responsibility is fluid. We need nothing from you. Do not know you. Could know you, with right offer. If you can.
forceofnature: (Surprise)

[personal profile] forceofnature 2016-02-13 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
Oh! Well, I mean... Mentors always die. It's just one of those things. The young are supposed to be inspired and vow vengeance and go on to great things when their masters pass away in tragic accidents. You're not supposed to die alongside them.

Some things are just meant to be.

Chin up. If you get reincarnated as something sapient, you can always try again.

[Viridi is probably not a very good person to be talking to about any of this, but this is her idea of making people feel better.]
mysophobic: (6 - uncertain)

let's do this!!

[personal profile] mysophobic 2016-02-13 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Shigeru can get behind that. He's not proud in the least, so retreating when it means not risking injury or life threatening harm is good in his book. His silent nod is followed up by him dashing after Kashuu, the giant machine creaking and rumbling behind them both as he tries to catch up. ]