//EVENT029.EXE

[reparator]

Who: Not CERES
When: OOC: 5/15 ; IC: 7/7
Where: Tropical ViViD Estates
What: CERES thought everyone deserved a bit of a break.
Rating/Warning: PG-13 for some questionable swimsuit choices. Please let the mods know if the rating should go up!

//event029.EXE

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.

//SCENARIOS.EXE

PHASE I [ 0800 ] 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. [ 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

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Muzét | OTA

[tetherbell]

[ PHASE I: BABE ALERT BABE ALERT ]
[Truth be told, Muzét didn't notice much difference when she arrived. It's only when she started getting some other folks gawking at her swimsuit that she realized her outfit had been swapped. Which is kind of strange on her part, but... well... just wait until you see her normal attire.]

[Of course, maybe the bikini's not the only reason she's drawing stares. The wings, ears, hair down to her ankles or fact that she's floating a foot or two over the castle could be a factor. Whatever it is, though, she's soaking up the attention as easily as the sun. If she catches you looking, she'll flash a smile.]

[However, while there's a few people that catch her eye, for the most part her attention's more on their surroundings.]

What an unusual castle. Aren't these normally built out of stone? [She starts floating up along the wall of a tower, looking for a window to start looking around inside.] I don't see how this one would hold up in a battle.


[ PHASE II: LET'S DO THE SPACE WARP AGAIN ]
[Let's be real, it might've been Muzét.]

See? This is what I'm talking about! Let's go!

[She swoops down towards you, and for a moment, you're pretty sure she's going to fly out of the castle with you, carrying you bridal-style, to the safety of--]

[Oh.]

[You're now safely out of the castle, standing a little ways down the beach.]

[... huh?]

This should be far enough, don't you think?


[ PHASE III: "THIS ISN'T CRYSTAL METH" ]
[She's been staring at the chalkboard for a long minute now. If you try and catch a glimpse of her face, her expression looks mildly troubled. Or more accurately, like she wants to cry, and is trying very hard not to let it show.]

[What... what is this? Why did they spell it "Moo-zet"? Are they calling me a cow??]

[And they don't even say what's in it! That's so rude! I want to know what kind of drink I am...]

[She turns her head, staring contemplatively at the bar. And then, she floats over.]

Excuse me, but could I have one of the Moo-zet? ... yes, the crystal meth one. I'm willing to negotiate. Why?


[ PHASE IV: THE ORB IS FULL OF HAIR ]
[The orb is full of hair.]

[Like, her hair was gorgeous when you were just looking at it from a distance, especially when paired everything else about her, but in such a small space it's just. Everywhere. You think you just got some in your mouth, blegh!

Stop moving around! I can get us out of here, if I can just-- oh!

[A large wave bumps the orb and you lose your balance, falling forward. And now it's not the hair that's suffocating you. It's Muzét's chest.]


[ WILDCARD ]
[Go ahead and set up a new scenario!]

i!

[sweated]

[Truth be told, Kenta's extremely glad to have something to think about other than his own inevitable death from shame, so paying attention to the floating girl with the incredible... hair... is definitely a step in the right direction. He keeps his hands folded behind his back (strategically giving him both a formal appearance and a convenient way to hide at least some of his ass) as he tilts his head up to answer.]

I think it's just supposed to be decorative, but it's a lot bigger than normal. At least bigger than any I've ever seen.

[tetherbell]

[See? Having ridiculously long hair is strategic. If she cared, she wouldn't have to worry about covering anything, because she has a giant censor curtain.]

It's actually a little smaller than Gaius', though. Then again, I'm sure his is a lot larger than most. [We are talking about castles, right?] But if it's only for decoration, I guess it doesn't have to be a mighty fortress?

[sweated]

[Having no hair was also strategic at one point but Kenta's not really feeling that right now. It hides nothing. Not even sweat.]

I don't know who Gaius is but he must be a pretty good builder. [Of sand castles.] Would a big one even be able to stand up in a battle? I guess if you held it together with something other than water...

1

[whiteris]

You're right. This kind of castle would fall down within a second flat.

Should we try it?

[Cloche eyes the castle like she's ready to crush it any time soon. Alternatively, you could just tell her to leave the castle alone. ]

[tetherbell]

[... ... ...]

Let's see... if we took down that tower, do you think it would take the walls down with it?

[Well, now we know what's going to cause part II.]

[whiteris]

That might work.

Let's go for it. On the count of three we'll knock all the sand over!

[Yup, unfortunately. Cloche walks into position and she's about to start a count down momentarily. Whenever Muzet's ready!]

One...two...!

phase iv

[xroyal_bratx]

[ Make that double since Ishtar's hair is pretty long hair herself but not nearly as long Muzet but it takes up a considerable amount of space as she tries to get away from it. Yikes, this was not something she wanted to be stuck in and she's definitely trying to get away from a mouthful of hair. ]

I'm trying! It's kind of hard you know?!

[ She shouts back at the girl as she falls forward as well a sudden 'oompfh' sound right in Muzet's chest. ]

Oh for crying out loud! What kind of shitty place is this!!?

[tetherbell]

I don't know! It must be some sort of spell, or-- oh, will you please move back a bit!

[And suddenly, just as she starts getting fed up with this, something is pushing Ishtar back. Not hands -- the hair itself! Some of it has taken on a life of its own, and is now holding Ishtar away with the muscles that hair definitely does not have.]

IV: hairpocalypse

[feytality]

[The orb is full of hair indeed. It isn't just Muzet's hair-- Maya herself has roughly fifty feet of it, and in a compact space like this, it's everywhere. Where does Muzet's hair end? Where does Maya's begin? If not for the colors, they could be mistaken as one giant wad of hair.]

[And of course she's struggling.]

There's no room for the both of us--- ack!

[And there it goes. It's not that strange for Maya, considering her older sister's... assets and all, and their relative height difference, but she's now flailing and might possibly hit Muzet in the face]

Mmmf!!

[tetherbell]

[Why do girls do this? Why do they keep their hair so impractically long? Surely a pixie cut could be cute, too??]

[Alas, it's not so simple, is it. And so they must suffer for beauty.]

Hold on! If we could just steady this bumpy bubble-- eep! --I could warp us both-- whoooa!

[There's a big wave! The ball rolls a bit too far, and FWOOP both of the ladies are being flipped over!]

phase iii

[highjack]

[ To the bartender: ] Hey, y'know what-- make that two!

[ Whether or not the bartender complies with the request, Jack turns to look at Muzet. He then steps back to observe her entirely, trying to understand how she's doing... what she's doing. Almost as if he wants that power for himself.

Which he totally does because COME ON IT'S AWESOME. ]

So. Float here often?

[tetherbell]

No, actually. This would be my first time.

[Oh, hey, an assertive human male. That's right up her alley!]

[Except... she's looking him over with a similar level of interest. He certainly looks more Elympion than Rieze Maxian, and while it's hard to gauge someone's mana output without setting up a direct tether, she's not getting a strong impression that he'll have much, if any.]

[That's a shame. She could use a tether right now.]

[She looks over at the chalkboard with all the silly drinks.] Let me guess. Did they make a drink for you, too?

ii.

[pr159]

[ rideaux hates spirits, honestly. thinking they're so superior when they never had to struggle for survival like the humans they look down on and toy with. origin is suffering unfairly? please. if chronos wants to talk about fucking suffering he should talk to him.

so he's not particularly pleased to have just been "rescued" by this airheaded spirit who's been enough of a thorn in his side already (even if she is pretty bangable). as if he'd even needed rescuing. had she done this intentionally just to make him look pathetic, or had she even realized who she'd been warping to safety?

either way, it pisses him off. he can't wait until she's a fossil in some old man's aspyrixis.

he brushes himself off, and runs his fingers through his hair, letting it fall forward over his shoulders so that it can obscure at least a few of his scars -- he may look fantastic in this assless red swimsuit, but it's not doing him any favors where privacy is concerned. ]

Funny, I don't recall asking for your assistance.

[tetherbell]

[His second guess was right. The man had been in her proximity, and she hadn't taken a moment to check who it was before grabbing him. Why would she? It wasn't easy to recognize him in such a drastically different getup. If she didn't know any better she'd think he grew that suit himself, the way spirits did.]

[More to the point, they were surrounded by a sea of strangers; all laws of probability dictated that the person she grabbed would be a stranger, too. To have crossed paths with him again instead... that seemed better chalked up to fate.]

[Gross. I don't want any part of my fate tied up with his!]

I could put you back, if you'd prefer.

[Maybe it was hypocritical, since as Gaius himself had pointed out, she wasn't so different once. But in some ways, it was part of the reason that she found herself feeling her original spite all over again -- she had changed, hadn't she? Even if it had been Gaius who led her away, the fact remained that her heart had already been rejecting its former bearing; Gaius must have sensed that, and given her the path she needed to escape. Whereas this man had stayed the course to the very end, until it lead to his...]

[Death.]

[Wait...]

[Hadn't he died? Before entering this place, they had just been on the precipice of entering Canaan, and in all this hodge-podge of world-ending shenanigans she almost forgot that detail. Maybe Julius had speculated wrong? Somehow?? Her brow knots up for a moment in an incredulous sort of confusion, trying to figure out --]

[Okay, she's just going to start asking him questions.]

How are you here?

ii

[hairysituations]

[ How anti-climatic. Still impressive, though. At least they're not covered in sand and dying. Complain? Nope, he's sure not gonna. ]

Nice trick.

[ Gotta remember that. ]

Seems like it. Long as we're not drowning in sand, and more sand. Not my idea of a good time.

[tetherbell]

That's what I'm worried about. The wind is carrying the sand quite a distance. If we don't move back far enough...

[And as if the world decided "Ooh! Ooh! Let me demonstrate!" one of the large towers starts to tumble down, sending a billow of sand out into the air. Muzét starts to back away, cautiously, but doesn't break into a run -- erm, flight -- away from the collapsing castle.]

[Maybe she should have, because next thing she knows, she's shielding her face with both arms from the airborne sand. The sand, of course, is coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere.]

i.

[seakingbait]

[Muzét is certainly drawing stares from the young mermaid sitting in the sand.]

I guess so. I don't really know a lot of about castles.

But, um... are you an angel?

[tetherbell]

An angel...?

[She called me an angel?! Muzét's flailing around in her own mind. Oh my gosh! I've never felt so pretty!!]

[But she gives a soft and sweet smile, and cants her head to the side.] I'm afraid not. Rather, I'm one of the great spirits.

IV

[bewrightback]

[While he was trapped in the orb, Phoenix kept on trying to speak, only to end up getting a mouthful of hair. It was definitely an awkward and cramped space, and it was about to become moreso when that wave shook the bubble.

Phoenix's face soon turns as red as a lobster while he tries to free his face. This somehow isn't the first time he's ended up in this specific situation in this world, but at least this time it's not his dead mentor.]

Why?! [His word is muffled as he flails and tries to free himself.]

[tetherbell]

Oh, my~! Well, if you want me to be your flotation device...

[Muzét finishes that thought with an amused chuckle. She seems far more amused by the situation than Phoenix, mostly likely owing to the fact that she's not the one getting smothered in this bubble. Then again, perhaps she should be more careful -- with those spikes on his head, he could easily assault her right back with his own hair!]

[She tries to straighten up, which is going to push Phoenix back into the pile of hair. Pressing a hand against the bubble, she answers...] I haven't a clue myself. Maybe it's a sort of trap?

iii

[sunnymerc]

( Admittedly, Soleil isn't looking at Muzét's face at first. The girl is busy deciding on a drink, so why bother her? Soleil will take a moment to admire. But when she does get a look, her keen girl-senses pick up on the discomfort. This is the perfect opportunity to break the ice. )

Hey, turn that frown upside down. Most of the drinks are terrible in one way or another, so don't take it personally.

[tetherbell]

[It's still really mean, though! I want a special drink, as pretty as I am! Something that pairs well with Gaius buns!]

... I suppose you do have a point. [Not that it seems to brush the chip off her shoulder.]

And the ones that are otherwise fine make up for it with an outlandish price. I mean really, a blood relative? I hope I'm never desperate enough to trade my sister for a drink.

III

[zerotohiro]

[He's busy staring at the menu board, squinting at some of the names and cringing every now and then because they sound disgusting, but his attention shifts when he hears Muzet next to him. He can't help but raise his eyebrows. Look, just because he's a Disney character doesn't mean he doesn't know what that is.]

Uh. Are you really sure about that?

[tetherbell]

[It is a sad day when a Disney kid has more street knowledge than you do. That's just to be expected, however, given the respective worlds they came from. She wouldn't expect him to, say, have any idea what a 'spyrite' is. Well, unless he'd already started taking notes from one of the Elympions who beat her here.]

[But anyway.]

Of course not. But I don't suppose you have any better ideas on finding out what's in it?