You know what everyone needs after rampant robotic attacks and another iteration of clone wars? A vacation! That’s right everyone, you deserve this. CERES understands what you need. CERES is here for you all the time, so never doubt that this is a pleasure colony, and they are here to look after all of your needs. Kick your feet up, relax, and let CERES Recreation and Activity Necessity Keepers (Team RANK, that is) set you up with your ideal getaway.
It’s as if you can sense the incoming relaxation and luxury before you even completely finish loading. There’s the warmth encompassing your entire body as your code gets transferred into this particular ViViD Level. A cool, refreshing breeze hits you. The sounds of waves gently lapping against the coast fill you with relaxation. The sun, the sand, the surfs, it’s all there – welcome to the beach, baby!
An echoing greeting message from the ocean comes next, if you can translate it.
 OOOOOOOOOOOOHMAHH GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHD.
YOOOOOOOOOOOORRRALL SOOOOOOOOOOOOO KYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT.
KYOOOOOOOOOOOT EEEENAAAAUUUUUUUF TOOOOOOOOOOOOO EEEEEEEEEEEEEEET.
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PHASE I [ 08 00 ] That said, isn’t that breeze a little… too strong? It feels like it’s brushing up against all of you, if you know what I mean. When you open your eyes and look down, it becomes rather clear why. It seems that you’ve found yourself in some pretty interesting attire. Everyone. No exceptions. You appear to have two options – be overcome and scream like the Victorian maiden your heart says you are, or strut like a model in this stuff. Turn some heads! Work that up do!
But don’t worry, we’re also conscious about safety here at CERES! Therefore everyone’s also been provided a pair of super high-tech safety-tested appendage protection floatation devices (STAPFD for short.)
At least everyone around you is caught in the same sort of attire – and everyone around you also appears to be stuck inside a giant sand castle. It’s entirely malleable to what you want it to be! Want to see a fancy sand bidet? Feel like adding a sand statue in your honor? Think that wall should now be a door? Well, with enough perseverance, you can make it happen!
Just uh, be careful about getting sand in your… everywhere.
PHASE II [ 1000 ] Someone broke it. Not pointing any fingers, even though you sure do seem like a prime suspect, but someone broke it.
It almost starts like an earthquake with how the castle starts to rumble, the sand shaking right beneath your feet. And then the walls right next to you start to cave in followed promptly by the ceiling right… above your head. Oh dear. The sand starts to run and fall, losing its structure and shape. The hallway behind you starts to cave in, ceiling first and then the walls follow suit. Now the sand really is getting everywhere – but not just uncomfortable places. It’s in your hair, your eyes, your nose…. this sure doesn’t seem like a pleasant way to go!
Best to start running – there’s a trusty drawbridge to get over the moat (because what’s a sandcastle without a moat?) but who knows how long until that, too, is going to give way? Best to cross over it before it starts to shake and disappear too. Or if you don’t make it, hopefully you can land some pretty impressive airtime to make it to the other side!
If not, well...there'll be the sensation of sand crushing down upon you, filling your mouth and eyes, and you won't be able to breathe at all – and then you're alive again on the beach (but possibly in yet another new, uncomfortable, skimpy swimsuit). Honestly, be more careful, would you?
PHASE III [ 1200 ] However, once you do make it to the other side, it’s all smooth sailing from there! Or is it? Hah, as they say, life sure can be a beach.
Which is what this is.
Welcome to your Beach Episode, folks. Now that you’ve made it out of the collapsing sand castle, you’ve made it to the luxurious, picturesque golden coastline. Sure, you’re coughing up fine, luxurious, sand dust right now and you’ve definitely gotten sand in all of your crevices thanks to your swimsuit, but that’s okay! Go take a soak in the ocean or something or cool off with a smoothie. There’s a smoothie shack off into the distance, complete with a long chalkboard with… well, probably a few familiar names? And some unfamiliar ingredients. Sounds appetizing right?
That said, once you do ingest some of the smoothie with the name of a newcomer, you might suddenly find yourself feeling a bit… different. You’ll be taking on some of their traits, one of the most intense parts of their personality – or you might need to take a second to sit down because you’re suddenly seeing one of their memories. Whoa. What do they actually put in this stuff?
PHASE IV [ 1500 ] For the brave souls that venture out into the water, you have even more adventures waiting for you. Anyone who’s swimming around, wading in the water—hell, even looking at the water is getting scooped up and deposited in one of these giant orbs. But don’t take up too much room, because someone else is getting shoved right in there with you. Time to get cozy with your new friend, because it's only going to get worse as the waves begin to carry you out into this big, blue, virtual ocean. Hopefully the choppy waves don’t bounce you around too much or – well, you could always get really friendly with a stranger! Why not?
At least until it’s made very clear that fresh air does not make it back into these balls. That seems like a bit of a design flaw. Now what? Fight the other person who’s inhaling all your air? Suffer through it for swimsuit-clad fun? Or if you break it…. well, you sure are stranded out in the ocean. Or are you?
After enough flailing, you’ll be met by a giant, dumb-looking creature who will then eat you whole.
Everything goes dark. This is surely the end --
And then you're in Cerealia proper; it seems that was the exit to the level (but why there?) and you'll find yourself either in one of the fountains or the pond in the park. Either way, you'll be very, very well. And this time, that's not virtual. But hey, at least you'll have all of your stuff with you.
BONUS [ xxxx ] Do you hear that?
Anyone idle on the beach will hear a distant melody coming from further out into the ocean. It’s a beautiful, elegant song that automatically makes the listener stop what they’re doing and immediately wander toward the noise. It takes you a moment to recall – it takes a moment to think about anything now, really – but you remember hearing the smoothie shack owner say something about mermaids populating the beach. Could this be their song calling out to you? Whether you would normally abide by this kind of call or not, you find your feet walking further and further out into the water, the shallows lapping up to your ankles and up and up as you are drawn in by the song.
A rather classic song, though the usual instances of French are also replaced with the very enticing, enchanting nonsense promise of omelette du fromage........and then they try to drown you.
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izuku midoriya | ota
[ The outfit is one thing. Izuku's as red as the suit even though he's certainly the definition of beach ready (for a fifteen year old), but although he's mostly been trying not to stare at anyone's unmentionables and not pass out from all the blood going to his face for this long, the earthquake makes all of that fade away with a snap.
This? This he can do.
A hero's job isn't to rescue himself and leave innocent people behind. With the castle crumbling, Izuku's doing the only thing he can do: clear more space for people to escape instead of navigating through crumbling doorways. It's obvious to him pretty quickly they need more space to get people out of here in time. And even five percent of All Might's power is enough to handle some sand. He concentrates, draws the power he can safely command through his body, and draws back from people for a running start so he can leap high enough to clear anyone's head before he swings. The air pressure wouldn't be enough to beat a bad guy, but it can certainly knock a crack hole in a sand castle wall. He lands with a grunt, rubbing his elbow. Maybe a little too much power in that one. ]
Hurry this way!
[ In the event you find yourself trapped in sand, a hand may reach out to you. ]
Are you okay? Here, take my hand!
iv-a.
[ When the options are 'hang around the smoothie bar with its weird smoothies named after people', 'find new places for sand to work its way into' and 'actually go into the ocean blue', that's basically a single option, in Izuku's opinion, so he's not actually upset about being in this... bubble thing. Not knowing his company, though, that makes him a little nervous. He's not a huge kid, solidly average height and all, and he makes himself smaller by instinct, really hoping he hasn't ended up with someone like Kacchan in a tiny enclosed space like this. ]
U-um, hi.
[ ...if you're a girl he's pointedly looking anywhere but at you or anywhere that could possibly be reflecting you. ]
iv-b.
[ Freedom is sweet. Sweet, and... wet. Great. The pond in the park isn't a great place to wind up, but at least the bag he packed for camping is waterproof.
His giant red sneakers, maybe not. His hair droops around his face like seaweed more than anything, and he shakes his head like a dog as he gets back up on land. He unceremoniously drops his bag on the ground at his feet, and finally brushes his hair back from his face to drip in the other direction, thanks, revealing his freckled and plain but guileless face. After a moment of adjusting his shirt and finally pulling off his tie to stuff away, he sits down to pull off his shoes and dump the water out of them. ]
Man, and Mom just got the stink out of these...
[ If for some reason your character decides to consume the Izuki-wis Midoriya, prepare to take on his ridiculously self-sacrificing heroic spirit........ or his nerdy note-taking, fact-spewing fanboy tendencies. ]
iv-a
Sorry about this; it looks like CERES is up to their old bullshit again.
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N-no, it's not your fault! I'm sorry too! [ For... existing in a bubble? But curiosity gets the best of his flustered reply, and he continues: ] have you been here very long?
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[ She laughs awkwardly, raising her hands, if only because she hasn't exactly noticed that the air isn't going back in just yet. ]
Ten months, actually. But we probably should get out of here first.
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I'm coming! Don't go yet, please!
iv-a
[That's when he turns to regard Izuku.]
Looks like we're bubble-mates.
[He sighs.]
Is this stuff normal around here?
iv-a
Hi! I'm Hajime!
[Oh and now she's leaning over to offer a handshake, just what he needed, right?]
( iv-a. )
maybe, there is never really a hard-pressed answer. ) Don't tell me you start all conversations so mundanely?
Or would you say this is all your charm amounts to? ( he smiles, and there's something behind it that would suggest a certain, inarguable, quality of ingenuineness. ) I'm only jesting. There's no way I would start a conversation so crudely. ( um... anyway—
really, he's just taking out the fact he has to be stuck in this bubble... on him. ) Did you take me seriously?
iv-b
Take it, it's for you! ]
iv-b
[Excuse Kazuya just butting in there - he couldn't help but wander over after hearing Izuku's grumblings. He had also just resurfaced from his case of "getting eaten by whale" in the nearby park's fountain, though he seemed to be mysteriously dry - if reeking strongly of seawater]
Walking around in wet shoes is the worst, so, y'know, give 'em here. I'll dry them off for you. [he held out his hand expectantly, either unaware or uncaring of how brusque he was coming off as] Don't worry, I won't eat them or anything.
ii
She's almost glad for a disaster to start happening. Almost. But not really.
She's holding her hands up and gritting her teeth, and even though her hands are touching nothing, the ceiling in this area seemed to shake less (and she thought, if she didn't have this time limit on her powers she could have done this much longer and have fewer things to worry about). She doesn't think about the fact that she's supposed to keep her powers hidden (what was the point of doing that if people got hurt?). She can only hope no one notices anything.
Then someone blows a hole in the wall and that's. That's an amazing idea! It's great that someone thought of it!]
Hey! Do you think you can make a few more exits? Don't worry about structural stability! [A word she picked up from Minamoto during their many missions.] I can take care of that.
[Maybe. As long as the whole thing doesn't take longer than 20 minutes. Because then they'd have another problem on their hands.]