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//EVENT029.EXE

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!

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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

[ 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.

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❙ PHASE I;
CALL IT A CATHARTIC EXERCISE

001.( this whole farce was beyond ludicrous. absolutely ridiculous, ... and an infringement of his personal aesthetic, even. which perhaps... was the largest crime in hindsight. despite kyrie not exactly finding qualms with revealing his body, it was more... the principle that wrecked his Delicate Sensibilities. after all, there was style in occasionally practicing some immodesty, and this certainly wasn't his idea of it.

... plus, the texture of gritty sand against his skin isn't exactly a positive, either. but, regardless, considering they've already been placed into this... rather precarious situation, he does his best to ease into it. to relieve some stress. though, probably not in an orthodox manner. going up the nearest individual, he neatly crosses his arms over his chest. ) My, how absolutely shameless. To believe there's someone who looks so comfortable in this state. I suppose, this must be akin to your normal attire? ( he sounds as if he's actually curious, or merely inquisitive, but really??? he's just deriving pleasure in potentially tormenting someone. )

Do you know what we call such individuals? ( dramatic pause. ) That's right, we call such people—

Perverts. ( he smiles amicably. as they say, when in doubt... cast judgment onto others!?!

forget the fact that he's actually in no better of a state. but hey?? shame is relative. )

002.( maybe, just maybe you've accidentally stared a bit too long. or, maybe your gaze was just looking a bit past him. regardless, your eyes meet. however brief, and it goes without saying that... kyrie takes offense to that. or maybe he doesn't and this is just an elaborate rouse to simply rid himself of his temper tantrum.

with a smile he speaks— ) Ah, are you perhaps captivated? ( he looks oddly thoughtful at that, his head slightly canted as if he were truly in some state of wonderment. ) Shall I take that as an invitation...? ( but, before that can even begin to cause any questions to arise— ) To kick sand in your eyes.

( or, maybe... if you're an unfortunate male, he actually does... kick sand in your eyes. sorry, not sorry. )

❙ PHASE III;
THE GIANT KYRIE-BABY... ????

001. ( the drinks, were undeniably, not v. appetising to him. to begin with he was rather picky. in all his pretentious overtures, he surely didn't skimp on finding complain with everything. the smoothie are no exception. but, well... considering he was parched and there was little in the way of actual working options, he decides to....

practice a bit of open-mindedness (yeah, right). but, well, he can't deny its piqued his interests, if just for utilizing his name. though, um??? he reads the price, and then aloud, he wonders: ) ... and what would you consider "pride"? ( then, turning to the person beside him. )

Would you be willing to forfeit yours for the sake of experiment? ( is he looking oddly threatening????? )

002.( as the type who constantly sought out some form of entertainment, it isn't exactly surprising that he finds himself with a fairly sizeable list of things to do... in order to garner a reaction. he mentally peruses this, before he finally strikes a conversation. he lifts an elegant hand out, a neat and curt wave of hand. it almost seems exaggerated for such a venue, but regardless. ) It seems fate has a way of working in mysterious ways.

To celebrate our meeting, how about a bit of a game? ( .... say no. if u know what's good 4 u. )

❙ WILDCARD;
LET'S HIT EACH OTHER AND CALL IT EVEN

( if none of these scenarios work for you, let me know and i can write you up something unique!! in reverse, you can also feel free to hit me with anything! ♥ )

[ yata is luckily in just a speedo. it's a shameful attire, but definitely a lot better than what the others are wearing. but then when he's suddenly approached and this guy starts talking, he's more than insulted. does it look like he's happy with his current state?

no.

then again, yata is never happy. ]

The hell? I'm not a pervert!

[ YOU WANNA FITE ]

( at yata's attempt at a personal defense, kyrie proffers him... a soft hum. one of fake consideration, albeit, but at least it some sort of reaction?? still, this is soon followed by a gentle tilt of his head; as if he were still in the process of formulating his words,

or considering whatever qualms yata had to offer a bit more ... seriously.

in reality, he takes nothing about him seriously. but, that is typical kyrie... ) ...

( finally, he releases a sigh. a hefty one, as if it weighed against his entire being. then: ) ... and I'm simply supposed to say "ah, is that so?" and let this entire thing pass? To begin with, what pervert simply boasts around that they are one?

Don't tell me you're a fool on top of being a pervert. ( another sigh...

as if to solidify his point. #savage. )

Edited 2016-05-15 12:51 (UTC)

[ wow, this guy is dramatic. and yata's definitely even more insulted now, bristling like a cat when he's called a fool. ]

I'm not— [ he immediately retorts, but he manages to cut himself short so he doesn't say anything stupid. he already looks like a fool, let's not actually make the impression that he's an idiot.

... for now. (this won't last long.) ]

I'm not even comfortable in this shit. I'd rather wear shorts.

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brain - 2016-05-15 13:21 (UTC) - Expand

kyrie / ozmafia!! / ota

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