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//EVENT027.EXE

Who: Bachelors/Bachelorettes #1-60 and you!
When: IC: 6/7 ; OOC: 3/15
Where: CERES' new Dating Experience
What: There's no way to get to know each other quite like going on a date.
Rating/Warning: PG-13 for Questionable Situations and a healthy dose of violence. Please let the mods know if the rating needs to go up, or the log needs to be locked!




//event027.EXE



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.

//SCENARIOS.EXE


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

[ 10:00 ] 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

[ 11:45 ] 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

[ 14:00 ] 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!


[ 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 March intro log! For your convenience, we have compiled the characters' arrival experience here, and should you have any questions, feel free to ask them here! You can also check the FAQ for more general inquiries. Should this event log hit Captcha, there is an all-purpose overflow here. Thank you!

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[personal profile] chordplay 2016-03-15 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
can one attempt to date mosley in this
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[personal profile] complices 2016-03-15 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, go away.
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[personal profile] chordplay 2016-03-15 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
my kokoro is broken ;_; mosley-kun why...
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[personal profile] iseaghosts 2016-03-15 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
PHASE I
[ Sirena is actually amused with her profile. It's inaccurate of course, but that doesn't seem to bother her at all.

And the ball gown? It completely hides her fin, so she looks more like a ghost rather than a ghost mermaid. Of course, there's a slight translucent aura about her, and did you just see the person behind her through her head? Just a little bit, but heer arms are extra see-through.

And when a weapon is swung at her it... goes right through her. ]


Ooh, that tickles!

PHASE II
[ Luckily(??), Sirena is not in love at the moment. And lo and behold, she's approaching one of the monsters ]

Ooh, you've got nice legs. I don't have any at all, and you have so many! Fangtastic!

[ She might think that the human hanging off it is part of it too, and not a corpse or whatever it is. ]
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[personal profile] braidedwonder 2016-03-15 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
PHASE #1 -
Well if this wasn’t the most awkward thing he’d been dumped in the middle of… Duo takes a moment to case the place as best he can, in his confusion, trying to take stock of the room he was in, who might be there. This place is strange and he’s keenly aware, right away, that he had never in his life seen this place before. He’d been about to look up and try to think of some way to scale a wall and get the hell out of whatever weird, twisted thing he might be in the middle of, but then –

The profile. “I AM NOT THIRTY YEARS OLD!!!!”

Hey, he knew that he didn’t have an official birthday, or anything, but this is just insulting! Welcome to the world of the most baby-faced thirty year old the world has ever known, skinny little Duo Maxwell tugging at his fancy collar and cussing at anything that he can possibly think to curse about. Fancy shindigs? Not exactly this kid’s style. That much is pretty easy to spot out, considering hos he shifts and fidgets in his suit, too busy looking up, around, and at people as they pass. He’d better be ready to get the hell out of here, stat, or even to find a good place to hide from all the pomp and circumstance - especially once he finds the flowers in his hair, and almost feels his eyebrow fly off of his face and take flight in space.

The old guy kind of reminds him of Pagan in an odd way – but just before he had time to think Mosley might be as civilized, there’s a gesture to weapons, and the offer to leave if he survives –

And so he’s diving for the largest automatic rifle he can get his hands on, immediately bolting for the best cover he’s managed to spot out so far. Eyes on the prize, everyone – Mr. Maxwell intends to make it outside!

PHASE #2 -
“Ow!” Duo shakes his hand, face a grimace as he looks up at the electrified walls. Well, there went one escape plan. He wipes his brow with his jacket – in the next second having enough of it and throwing down the large rifle long enough to yank the suit jacket off and throw it to the grassy floor, recovering the rifle and checking how much ammunition he had left. Enough to get through, if he was careful. (IE – didn’t pull a Trowa)

A sound of rustling nearby sends Duo diving for the nearest large bush – burying himself inside of it as best as he could, watching very intently the jungle around him. At least until he spots out a monster, and then all he can do is stare, breathing as quietly as humanly possible, and yes, he’s gentlemanly enough to mouth ‘fuck’ instead of scream it - but, oh, that lovely gaping mouthed thing is moving toward him and –

Screw this, he’s out. Duo bolts, hair trailing behind him, the rifle in one hand, and a pistol in the other, calling ahead to anyone who might be in the path.

“Get outta the way or I’ll take you out myself!”

FREE SPACE
If you want to do another prompt that I didn’t supply a starter for/another situation I didn’t really mention, feel free!
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[personal profile] whiteris 2016-03-15 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
phase 1

[Ah yes, before Cloche even gets a moment to figure out what's happening around her yells loudly.]

How dare they! My profile is entirely incorrect! Besides, my favorite item isn't a knock off bag-- it's Gergo and Pippen! Clearly, they've failed to understand how important they are in the grand scheme of things.

[Somehow that part of the profile offends her the most out of everything listed. Sure, she's no expert on dating or otomes but they've made it obvious that she needs to do something. As much as she'd like to stand around and throw a tantrum Cloche's got to get to work. She'll pester someone nearby with a stern yet frazzled expression.]

Hey you! Do you have a weapon and can you fight?

[She wants some allies close by. Croix isn't around and neither is Luca. Working alone wouldn't suit her either. ]

phase 2

[The sounds of screaming worry Cloche so much. She can't even imagine what would cause someone or something to make that sort of shrieking noise. Carefully she turns around and inspects the area to make sure she isn't going crazy.]

Did any of you hear that?

[A cold sweat drops down Cloche's side. Staying here terrifies her and it reminds her of being in a horror setting. The blonde haired girl hates things with gore and blood in general. What did she do to deserve this fate? Cloche just missed her old life back at home. It wasn't perfect, but it sure beats whatever this place had in store for her.]

I'd better get going now...!

[She runs in a hurry and possibly crashes into whoever is standing nearby. Sorry 'bout that.]

wild card
[ You're welcome to write your own prompts for this!]
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cw: blood, gore, etc.

[personal profile] saudadist 2016-03-15 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ PHASE I - Nyuu ]

[ Nyuu actually isn't sure what to make of the situation she's landed herself in. That's certainly a hell of a profile she's got there, but what in the world is it for? The last thing she recalls from before waking up to...whatever this is, was being in pain. And further back than that, being at the Maple House when-

She staggers as a dart of pain lances through her skull, and her whimper drowns out what the man at the microphone is saying. However, she certainly catches the bit about "whoever survives." Her eyes widen as she looks from person to person. ]


That...that must be a joke, right? [ Ohhhh dear, she's not liking the look of the crowd around her. Another fight? Her voice comes out as more of a squeak than she means it to. ] Right?

[ Shame she doesn't even have time to enjoy her dress. ]


[ PHASE II - Lucy ]

[ Of all the terrible things to wake up to. She's woken up in some absolutely abysmal situations before, but this? Well...this is by far the weirdest and the most unpleasant. Once more, Nyuu's gone and landed herself in a heap of trouble the likes of which Lucy has to get her, and herself in the process, out of. Absolutely wonderful.

Her dress is already spattered in blood, but from who, she's not been paying attention enough to know. It tends to happen. She's more concerned with making it outside, but once she does break through the doors, she's not expecting what looks like a jungle to greet her. Unexpected, yes, but she's not one to question a good place to hide. Immediately her vectors launch her up into one of the trees, and she peers down at the brush far below, absolutely befuddled. ]


Not Kamakura...definitely.

[ Definitely not with those monsters she can see skulking through the brush either. Her mouth screws up a bit in distaste as she gets a better look at one. Utterly disgusting.

There's a commotion below, and she spots another, well, "contestant" seems about the only proper word, running away from one of those rather gross animals. She watches for a moment, but the next instant, two of her vectors fly out to the creature's throat and twist its head clean off. The body topples over, and as it hits the ground, she jumps from the tree to the ground below. She gives the other person an inquiring glance, half expecting them to keep running, and studies the monster instead. Yep, every bit as repulsive up close as far away. ]


Don't thrash around so much when you run. It can probably smell fear. [ She's not sure if she's even heard, but it doesn't hurt to say it either. ]


[ ooc: For Phase I, even though Nyuu is the personality at the reins for the time being, she'll immediately revert to Lucy if she gets hurt or if the situation calls for it. ]
Edited 2016-03-15 02:02 (UTC)
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[personal profile] hux 2016-03-15 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
PHASE I.
[ Hux is pretty certain he's got this covered. He knows exactly how formal functions work and the etiquette that comes to be expected of such things. He's already dressed to the nines in his parade uniform, gabewool greatcoat draped over his shoulders like it belongs there. If a silly profile was the worst this could do then Hux could stomach it. Besides; what on Hoth was Abortabortabortabort all about?

The older gentleman's announcement gets Hux's attention. It's a bizarre comment about a fine party and teeth but the General doesn't have much time to dwell on it. Suddenly there's a pile of weapons in the middle of the room and some very pointed comment about people not leaving the room alive. Hux knows a problem when he sees one and he certainly won't be hanging around to find out what the answer is. Instead he'll be running (surprisingly quickly and with some agility) towards the weaponry, gaze focused on what looked like a standard pistol as he scoops it up and pulls it on the nearest person.]


"I wouldn't suggest moving if I were you."

PHASE II.
[ Covered is the right word for it, though this time it isn't the situation that's covered but Hux himself. There are patches or crimson here and there across his outfit and coat, the blood of who knew what slowly seeping in to the material without preamble. That had been a fight and a half, a total shootout and Hux can only thank his own simulation training that he'd been able to get out of there in one piece.

He's managed to keep hold of the weapon for now, noting just how archaic it is compared to the officer's blaster left back in his own quarters. It'll come in useful. Hux opts for the exploration of his surroundings, baffled by the sudden jungle but not stumped. At some point he catches a glimpse of some (familiar) monster and Hux makes sure to be going in the opposite direction, taking note of the long limbs that could be shot at should the thing need rendering immobile.

A nearby crack of twigs causes the General of the First Order to pause, the ginger slowly turning to see if he can see who or what is nearby. His finger is already on the trigger, ready to shoot if need be, though if it's a person that comes into sight and not a monster then he'll at least pause. People can at least give information before they die.]


"I can hear you, come on out."

PENALTY.
[ When Hux wakes up, things at first seem okay if not a bit sluggish. It takes longer to get back to his feet than planned, balance completely off kilter for a hot moment before he finds his center of gravity again. And then -

Oh.

Hoth dammit. This was the most ridiculous thing! Hux can tell what's going on in a heartbeat, knows just what kind of game is being played. Well, if he can't win then he'll make sure no-one else can and he sets off on what he hopes is someone's trail, a strange monster with an even stranger hat on it's head.]
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[personal profile] jetburst 2016-03-15 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ PHASE I : THERE WILL BE BLOOD-SHED / POOR LIFE DECISIONS ]

[ So. This happened.

Clearly ViViD had no idea what to do about Sam's exosuit, so here's the guy in his usual outfit with a little bow tie around his neck, complete with dog companion— also decked out in a cute little bow tie. How cute, they match.

When everyone starts rushing for the weapons, Sam blinks. Laughs, even. He's weaponless (that's what he gets for dying, the fool), but he doesn't look all too concerned as he turns towards his robot canine companion, who braces the blade attachments on his legs and gets into fighting position.
]

23, huh. [ focus, Sam... ] What do you make of this, Wolfy?

Sam. I am unable to assess the nature of our current standing. However, the environment is proving to be... hostile. [ Wolf swishes its tail once, rounds on the nearest person... which is probably you, you poor soul. ] Shall I engage?

[ Another laugh, and Sam rubs his chin with one hand before turning his palms up, also pivoting on his heels to face whoever Wolf has decided to half-antagonize. ]

Some first date this is turning out to be. [ OKAY BUT THAT'S NOT A NO... At least Sam looks open to conversation?! Feel free to also engage Wolf, if you'd like!!]


[ PHASE II : ALL'S FAIR IN LOVE AND GAMES ]

[ Okay, he knows why he gave his sword away, but Sam is starting to really miss his goddamn katana.

Which is to say that he's not all too happy about the fact that he's letting Wolf take on the brunt of these monsters, even if Wolf is pretty damn good at clearing the path for him; it's the principle of the thing, don't you know.

Thank god he's not in love right now, or maybe not bloody enough. One monster lurches for him, and then immediately changes its mind to swerve towards someone else... which is you, incidentally. Whoops.

Depending on how good this random person is at fighting, Sam will just hang back and watch... which is rude... or, if it's getting to the point where it looks like this person needs some help, he'll finally step forward.
]

You don't happen to have a spare sword on you, do you? [ Breezily. ]


[ WILDCARD ]

[ Feel free to hit me up with whatever, choose a scenario and let's roll with it! ]
Edited 2016-03-15 00:45 (UTC)
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[personal profile] meowbel 2016-03-15 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
Phase I

[There were many things that Mabel could handle. Jumping off cliffs? No problem. Having your mind switched with your twin bro bro? Totally nothing! Being chased by an evil demonic triangle? As if! She had it all covered! But this? Well, let’s just say that being a love interest in a strange new environment didn’t seem all that bad at first! Seems a lot better than having to deal with eating those horrible rose petals!

Sure, she was a little annoyed knowing that they thought she was 2 but hey! They just couldn’t handle that awesome side of her!

At least she has Waddles with her this time. Not that she can really complain when she was out to be a love interesting! How awesome was that? But the moment that she heard what that old man just said?]


Wait...what? [So eloquent!]

Phase II

[And yet by some miracle that Mabel (and Waddles!) managed to get out of that crazy ballroom (seriously, what was wrong with these people?!), all she could think about was just getting out of this place and fast! But alas, it just wasn’t meant to be. The further she walked into the forest, all she could do was just scream in horror from all these monsters running around!

Using her grappling hook, she quickly picked up her fellow pig before making her way straight up a tree! And probably throwing a bunch of sticks at said monster too!]


Go away! I thought I told you that you should get better tasting rose petals! Not my fault if you didn’t like that!

WILDCARD

Throw me whatever!
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[personal profile] werewolfing 2016-03-15 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
phase I

[peter's profile could be worse. somehow. it could have a picture of him more obviously changing into a werewolf on it, that'd be worse. there are cheesier one-liners in the universe, and rainbow trout are acceptable, as trout go.

things that are not acceptable include a) this fancy penguin-suit bullshit and b) that pile of weapons. but everyone else is running that way, so peter does too. he comes out with...a sickle? and a spear? this is not going to be awesome. this is not going to be awesome at all.
]

phase II

[out of the frying pan and into the jungle. great. peter's problem isn't really being coated in blood, it's being coated in blood while being pursued by a monster whose tongue is probably longer than peter is tall. that's just gross. he stops, turns, and throws the spear at it, and actually gets a pretty solid hit. for his trouble, this leads to...a monster with a spear sticking out of it.

great. this is what he gets for being covered in love and possibly entrails. it wouldn't be the first time.

but out of the corner of his eye he spies movement that's definitely not monstrous. or at least not the particular kind of monstrous he's worried about right now.
]

Hey! A little help here?

wildcard

[choose your own adventure!]
Edited 2016-03-15 00:41 (UTC)
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[personal profile] extremelycute 2016-03-15 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Enemy Attack(?)! — Phase Ii ]

[What's that? Your character is in no danger whatsoever? There's no one around and they've just sat down to take a break from all the madness? That's when she appears—the dashing Ms. Matsuoka! She seems to be whistling and beatboxing a strange song as she leaps out of the bushes near someone and whenever she's not talking.]

Don't worry—I'll handle this one!

[And then she takes her tonfa (who gave this kid weapons) and starts moving in place, like she's about to fight but isn't willing to take a step at all. That's when it happens—a monster pops out. It's gross, and it looks in Miu's direction...before another couple springs out of the bushes in surprise and start running. The monster chases after them instead. At that point, Miu's song changes as she strikes a pose.]

That was a close one, but I definitely leveled up that time. I'm really feeling it!

[And now she turns back to your character after basically doing absolutely nothing.]

Hey. Are you gonna thank me or what? I'm waiting, you know.

[ The Splendid Performance — Phase Iii ]

[Sneakiness is great. Sneakiness means she can steal food, because she's tired of hiding in trees and getting stuck in holes and being chased by monsters that she's clearly not at a high enough level to defeat. Seriously, where's Nobue or Satake when you need them most?

Unfortunately, Miu has wandered close to your character's food source. And then it happens. Lights, camera, action. Instead of panicking, Miu does the only thing someone can do at a time like this. She starts waving, even does a twirl.]


'Sup everyone! It's everyone's favorite, the ever so lovely Miu again~! Please keep rooting for me, okay? Ah, ah, say it with me! Stronger, stronger, fiercer, fiercer~!

[The audience starts cheering with her.

Right in front of someone she's supposed to be stealing food from. And there are probably monsters nearby, too, but the fans, who will think of them.

Please save her.]
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phase i

[personal profile] chordplay 2016-03-15 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ actual otome love interest Klavier looks at Sam with a wary smile and a raised eyebrow. He's been here long enough to know that ViViD does some weird and strange things, but now here he is. On a date. With a handsome gentleman. ]

Your accent... South American, perhaps?

[ You can't blame him for not trying. ]
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[personal profile] mermaiding 2016-03-15 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Oona isn't one to really stop and help people, especially not ones that seem human on first glance. She'd rather sit back and watch him struggle with this, but Oona doesn't want the monster to turn on her next, so it's in her best interests right now to help him.

That's the reasoning she thinks up anyhow, should anyone bother to ask her.

Luckily (??) for all involved, Oona got her hands on a pistol.
]

Yes, yes, do not shout so! Want to wake entire jungle? Eh... Forest? [What's the difference here? WELL NO TIME TO PONDER. She takes aim and fires a couple shots, but only one hits and sets the monster stumbling back.] Aahhh, aiming is hard...

[She sighs and then looks to Peter, eyebrows raised] Well? We are running, yes? It will get back up, eh... probably.
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[personal profile] colonially 2016-03-15 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
Any particular limits on what characters can have as equipment in this ViViD level?

...I'm asking if Quatre can bring his gundam to the hunger games, or if that's just plain not fair. (Sandrock is the most romantic gundam though)
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[personal profile] sunbaths 2016-03-15 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
Phase I: Let There Be Strippers


(This actually isn't the worst thing he's ever had to put up with. The profile he was given is all kinds of hilarious. Something he snickers over for at least a solid minute before admitting that it wasn't totally wrong. The suit he's put into is pretty nice too. It's well tailored to his body and black with some regal golden trim. It's all pretty tolerable. He even meanders about talking to just about anyone pretty willingly.

But then, you know, the weapons come out and when someone loses their arm right in front of Will and he gets a face full of blood splatter he realizes this isn't a game.

Naturally he dives for the bow and arrows and is on his feet seconds later. Will is far, far from a killer though. The arrows are purely for absolute self-defense.

Otherwise? For those who he sees actively attacking other people just to attack people, Will whistles sharp and loud and it leaves said people clutching at their ears, dropping weapons. He's not one to kill and really not one to hurt others if he can help it. So if you're any of those douche canoes trying to battle it up, you'll get a wonderful sensation of your ears being pierced by that shrill.

If you're a victim, however, you'll get the luxury of Will bouncing out and either whistling at your attacker or at the very least slamming into them and taking them down the old fashioned way. Moment they're away, Will is offering his hands out to anyone whose fallen or gotten hurt with a smile and a simple:)


It's okay. You all right?

(Totally ignoring any weapons sailing over his head. In all fairness......He's internally freaking out.)

Phase II: Down & Out


(Thankfully Will is only partly covered in blood. It's mostly on his face. His suit is in pretty good condition by the time he leaves the room but then he's five seconds into a jungle and he doesn't care anymore. He abandons the jacket and is left in a white dress shirt complete with golden tie. He rolls the sleeves up and untucks the shirt. Humidity is a bitch.

He arranges his arrows over against his back and keeps his bow in hand before sprinting off into the forest at a healthy pace. He leaps effortlessly over any fallen obstructions such as logs, dead monsters, you know- the usual. It's as he's taking a sudden sharp turn that he comes face to face with a monster.

Will sucks in a breath and remembers his training. He draws an arrow, knocking it against his bow and pulls his arm back. Steady, there.

He might not be the best shot in his house but he's still a son of Apollo which means a couple seconds later, he nails the monster square between the eyes and the thing's falling to the ground in a writhing heap.

And for anyone who might be having monster troubles of their own? You might find yourself with a monster pegged with an arrow because Will isn't the type to turn a blind eye to those in need.)


Free Ranging Option


Pick your own adventure or make something up!
Edited 2016-03-15 00:56 (UTC)
outcast: (✿ you've got your reasons that)

ii.

[personal profile] outcast 2016-03-15 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ very rude indeed, sam! here is merrill, handily throwing out (magical stone) punches at the abominations. she seems pretty nonplussed that he isn't helping, though — after all, it seems like he needed it, and she's always happy to help out. when she (and the dog, ostensibly) handles all the monsters, she turns to sam, a little flustered but how plainly he speaks. ]

Why, no — I'm not even sure what a spearsword looks like. [ .. wait. ] —Oh. Oh! A spare— as in, another sword. Well, I'm afraid I don't even have a nonspare sword, so the answer is still no. I'm sorry.
drinkscola: (KYAAAA)

[personal profile] drinkscola 2016-03-15 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
phase I//
[ staring at his profile fills marco with a sense of forboding; it was all wrong, all wrong. who said he had wanted to date, anyway? this hadn't been anything he signed up for, kidnapping included. alas, first things first to address and hopefully rectify. he turns to the person nearest to him, pointing a tentative finger at himself. ]

Hey, uh. I don't know if you saw, but...

[ please don't remind him of how godawful his profile picture had been. surely they could've snapped a more flattering image. ]

That definitely wasn't my quote, I'd say. And my favorite object isn't empty boxes... [ it's coke, get it right. he's much more suave than that. and please forgive his priorities; the toothless old man has yet to announce the survival objective of murdering everyone. ] I'm hoping it's the same for you, huh.
phase II//
[ holy crap holy crap, fortunately marco's keen sense of self-preservation had him booking it from the ballroom within seconds. it didn't take a genius to figure out that crazy shit was about to go down. once outside, though, he's faced with more alarming monsters than his fellow arrivals. can he dodge one? he doesn't know; he's not built this. tackle one, sure, but. you know, that sure isn't a football player.

he raises his right hand, glass bottle at the ready.
]

Kaa-!

[ and there it soars! yes, his best defense is lobbing a half-empty coke at it (perhaps a weapon he picked up from the knock-off cornucopia, of all things). thanks(?) to his quarterback skills, it hits, shatters. and succeeds at making the monster angrier, a new determination in its step as it advances. ]

[ someone please save this damsel in distress ]
Edited 2016-03-15 01:05 (UTC)
faceplate: (bruh come on)

PHASE 1.

[personal profile] faceplate 2016-03-15 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ combat, even in the fake (???) world of vivid, is interesting. zero is hefting a blade they've picked up, and called to, they tilt their head curiously. yeah, they've got a weapon (and they hold it up for perusal). what is it? ]
outcast: (✿ i was torn)

i.

[personal profile] outcast 2016-03-15 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ well, something certainly happened, but she's not sure what. merrill watches as the entire thing unfolds, unsure if this is some kind of monster theater. she can't help but think how exciting that would be. ]

Why, thank you so much. [ um. ] Ah, what am I thanking you for, again? Do you need some help, da'len?
pickoffs: (216)

ota.

[personal profile] pickoffs 2016-03-15 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
» phase i.

Wait that's the picture you pick?! [ His face isn't much different at the moment, but he's kind of offended by this. Still, he's reading the rest of it: ] ...hahaha, wrapping paper? Really? [ Of all things. The rest of his profile is so completely off it's just funny, but he doesn't think he's used wrapping paper in years. More than the profile, though, the tuxedo is what he's stuck on. It's weird. Sure, it fits, but there's still something constricting about a bowtie, okay. Turning his head over his shoulder to see if he has tails on this jacket (yes) is about all he has time for before - ] What?!

[ If you survive? What the hell kinda party is this?! (He's been asked if he wants to die a couple times in his life, but not for real. Probably.) In the end, he's definitely not cut out for hunger games, dating or otherwise, so the pile of weapons is getting ignored for the door, which, yes, he's pushing his way between people to get. ] 'scuse me-- [ Did he just knock you over? Sorry. ]

» phase ii.

[ Where he'd picked up the - spear? it's long and there's a pointy bit at the end, anyway, and that's all he needs to know - is anyone's guess. Well, besides his, but the answer is 'tripped over it after some guy dropped it in his, what, search to scale the electrified walls, or whatever, he's not sure, but it's his now'. Not that it's doing him a lot of good, besides something to hold onto - he's settled down enough he's not jumping at shadows, but this shit is at best creepy.

And right now he's not at his best, if the deer-in-headlights expression that lights up behind his glasses when there's a gurgling sort of growl some distance away is any indication.
] Oh, shit...

[ Not loud, because that's asking to be messily murdered, and then he's trying to sneak away. 'Trying' being the operative word, because there's enough blood on the back of his pants from an unfortunate earlier trip-and-fall over a body that his complete lack of understanding of the concept of 'downwind' has just screwed him over. Big time. If you weren't on your guard before, there's now a teenage boy with a giant pointy weapon crashing between trees, and from the sounds behind him, he's not by himself. ] Unless you're planning on being dinner, I'd move!

» wilcard

[ Hit me with anything! He'll mostly be resisting the urge to scream like a little girl and trying not to get killed. ]
hoasen: (goddamn macs)

i!!

[personal profile] hoasen 2016-03-15 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Nice look, Sam and Wolf.

Actually, she's not so sure what's going on either. Why here, and why with chasing down weapons already?!

What is this even?!]


This is a first date?