Love is in the air in Cerealia -- or, well, it is in ViViD anyway. And nobody cares about your lives outside of ViViD, so that's all that matters. It's an artificial love construct, but for you sad, lonely, little people, it's probably good enough, right? CERES is on a mission to find you your other half, your soulmate, your one and only, and this is how they've decided to do it -- through technology and abuse of your private information! Welcome to your new love life, courtesy of ViViD.
For your convenience, CERES has automatically generated dating profiles to help match up the new arrivals swiftly and speed up the "get to know each other" process. Nothing like some not-entirely-agreed-to speed dating to break the ice and improve new relations! You're going to be here for awhile, so you may as well get to know each other.
For the older residents, well... you may very well find your soulmate here! You don't want to miss out on that. That would just be an unfixable tragedy. So here, use the handy-dandy profiles and find your new honey. After all, the information on these profiles is 100% accurate, certified and verified by Mosley himself.
Why would you ever doubt that?
 I've never actually been on a date before. Not that there haven't been offers but I'm just too busy a guy! I think to myself, "Mosley, me, guy who's talking to himself, why won't you go on a date with that nice lady who just asked you out?" And I reply, "Oh, you gorgeous bastard, I'm satisfied with my life as it is already! I don't need love." After all, what is love? Baby, don't hurt me. Don't hurt me. No more.
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PHASE I [ 6 00 ] Gooooood morning, new ViViD compatriots and gamers! You’re not going to get a lot of time to adjust and recover from your sudden retrieval from destroyed and sad code, really, because as soon as you arrive, fresh and new to Cerealia, you’ll be faced with a profile.
Oh, look, it’s your face! And… a quote attributed to you? And your favorite object? Hopefully those details are correct, because there’s no going back now.
You’ve become an otome love interest.
For those who aren’t brand new to ViViD, you’ll be presented the exact same profiles -- but you’ll have to pick one. You know how this works, pick the love interest you want to romance and sweep them off their feet. Better pick the right route too because, haha! You wouldn't want to end up naked and alone in a basement again! That would be crazy. Just pick some rando hottie instead, it's no big.
Or, well, that’s what they say. But then you’re dumped into a ballroom, dressed up to the nines in finery, and surrounded by other milling NPCs. You're given a moment to process the whole situation before a genteel-looking older man who seems to be running this party steps up to the microphone. Gently, he clears his throat, and welcomes everyone to the party ("Haven't been to a party this fine since I had all my teeth!"), and then he gestures to a pile of weapons in the middle of the room and finishes cheerfully, “Anyway, whoever survives can leave this room -- enjoy!”
It looks like the NPCs aren’t messing around; they’re immediately diving for the weapons, so you might want to get a move on.
Welcome to the Cerealia Dating Hunger Games.
PHASE II [ 1000 ] When you burst out of the ball room, possibly covered in the blood of your enemies (your poor dress/suit!), you’ll find yourself in what looks to be a sprawling jungle. In reality, it’s a circular arena, and if you travel far enough, you can reach the walls, though they’re electrified with no way out. If you try to get past them, you’re going to fry yourself before you accomplish anything else! Where's the fun in that?
The bigger problem is this: there are some unfortunate monsters on the prowl (don't they... look a little familiar?) in the jungle, and they are ready and willing to eat up anyone who crosses their paths. They’re drawn to the scent of blood -- and, even more so, the scent of people in love. So hey, if you're in love right now, it might be a good time to run. Otherwise, you're the top target and about to be hunted. Have fun out there, lovebirds!
Meanwhile, the NPCs (or even your fellow player characters?!) are out for blood themselves, so nowhere is truly safe.
Was that... was that a scream for help, or someone coming to get you?
PHASE III [ 1145 ] At some point, you’re going to need supplies. It starts to feel like you’ve been in here for days without any food or water (but that’s weird, wasn’t this ViViD session supposed to be just a few hours -- ) and you’re starting to feel the effects.
So, time to get in touch with your inner man vs wild. There are animals to hunt (deer, rabbit, etc.) and if you can fashion a spear or use a weapon you scooped up in the chaos, you can kill them for food. Alternatively, you can just try stealing some supplies from your fellow players. That's probably a saner option.
Which leaves you sneaking up onto their camp, full of sneakiness, and more sneakiness, and a little bit of stealth, you reach out and...
Suddenly, there are lights on you! Cameras! Cheering, adoring crowds! There's a narrator narrating every step you're taking (loudly) and there are fans hanging on your every move --
Oh, did that wake up the other player and/or bring monsters roaring down upon you? Whoops. The perils of spectator sports like the Cerealia Hunger Games, really.
PHASE IV [ 1400 ] You did it. Someone came at you, and you killed them. Their blood is on your hands, but it’s fine -- it’s just a program in a game.
Right?
Except when you look again, it’s someone you know. The corpse of a person who’s very important to you in so many ways is lying there on the ground, blood still warm but clearly dead. They’re solid to the touch. They’re there, and they look just like that person you care about so very much. Your heart hurts.
And you’re the one who killed them.
Then, without warning, it starts to rain because ViViD is nothing if not good at sensing the mood.
PENALTY [ why o'clock ] So.
You died.
This isn't really that surprising, considering it's the Cerealia Dating Hunger Games. People die a lot in games like these. It's the price of love.
Don't worry, though! It's just ViViD, so it's not like you really died. You'll get reconstructed, good as new, and they'll toss you right back onto the battlefield. Except, well... it seems like something's a little different.
For one thing, you've got claws instead of hands.
You can't seem to speak, either; all you can manage is garbled growls and sharp noises.
And, worst of all... you're really, very intensely hungry, and you can smell blood (or people in love, that's an even better scent).
So yeah, you're one of the monsters now. Don't worry, it only happens the first time you die in this game; if someone valiantly slays you again, you'll come back good as new, a normal person in the Games. What a weird glitch. There's no way that's on purpose or anything, right? No way!
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Sort of?
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... Sort of how? [ Maybe she can help, but odds are she's probably not going to be the most useful person. ]
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[She begins it fully intending to answer but entirely certain with what, because she's more than a little reluctant to discuss the unique talents that may or may not have contributed to her getting into the tree in the first place. So she says,]
I don't think I can climb down.
[There's a 'but' that hovers unspoken at the end of that sentence, and she does not seem inclined to make it real, so it ends there, lamely.]
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But I could see if there's someone who could?
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I wouldn't ask you to...!
[She could hardly demand it of a stranger, kindly one or not. And just as much so,]
Not-- either of those things. But I can manage, I'm sure. There's no reason to worry. ... Thank you, though. For asking.
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... Are you worried that it might not be safe enough to come down?
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There's... that, too. I've been able to stay out of the worst of it by keeping out of the way. [Come to think of it,] But you-- have you been alright?
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[ Because she can't really fight. ]
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'Slow things down'? Like... magic?
[Because it sounds like Slow to her, but definitely piques her interest enough to make her want details.]
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[ ... ]
Complicated, [ she concludes, and it's in a rather soft voice because really, it's never easy to explain. ]
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[Quiet, Naminé considers what she can see of the other girl. When she finally does speak, it's very gentle, and just as soft.]
I know what that's like.
[She knows exactly what that's like.]
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked.
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[Still gentle, like she's the one trying to tell someone she isn't mad. There's something like an audible attempt at a smile in her,]
Some things are better left unsaid.
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[It's natural to sympathize, but less easy to be certain how she ought to put words to it, or if she should at all. In the end,]
I hope it hasn't been too hard on you. [Having things that shouldn't be said, that is.]
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... But I still don't think you should stay up there.
[ You won't be able to go anywhere like this, Strange Person. ]
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You don't? [A beat.] What else would you suggest?
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[ ... Well, it seems to be rather simplistic logic, but things can climb trees too. ]
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I... guess that's one way to do things.
[Girl, you're lucky you have combat-applicable powers. Nevertheless, considerations continue to be made.]
I suppose it might not be a bad idea. I-- wouldn't want to worry anyone.
[Not that they should be worried about her, but. Still. People fret over things they shouldn't fret about all the time.]
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[ ... The colony's slightly safer. ]
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{The concept has been introduced to her, but for the sake of clarity-- pardon her, she's been distracted by the necessity of gathering information.]
Is there... really is a way out?
[Or at least the hope of one?]
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Then, how would someone... 'beat' this kind of game?
[Not that she intends to do it, because - as the apprehension in her tone suggests - she sincerely doubts it would be anything palatable.]
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[ Or outrun it. ]
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[That's not so different from how Sora's visits to worlds usually go. But,]
Like those monsters that are out here? Are we-- supposed to stop them? I haven't seen anything that looked like a way out, but....
[She hasn't exactly done too much looking.]
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