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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But, could you explain in more detail what "this shit" entails? I'm sorry I find myself in quite the bind trying to decipher your language. ( pretentious binch.... awakened. he knows what yata is talking about, but does he want to know...
or act like he knows... is the real question. )
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his jaw drops slightly, a bit baffled. and with this, he lets out a soft squeak of a "hah?" that makes him seem more like an idiot than he already is. :') it's great, truly. and then he clears his throat. ]
This thing— [ he pulls on his speedo's waistband a little. ] This speedo.
[ maybe this guy isn't so bad after all (yata's famous last words)... he's just. . . kind of dramatic and weird. ]
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or so kyrie thinks to himself with a brief chuckle. ) Really? ( quietly: ) Aside from you looking like a complete, unrelenting pervert in a brown trenchcoat— ( he clears his throat. ) What exactly about it are you dissatisfied by?
I think you look quite masculine. ( he's lying....
he's straight up lying and feeling gross about it, but well. that's the downfall of tricking ppl. :( )
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[ it's another squeak that comes out of his mouth, mostly because he opens his mouth before actually thinking. ]
I thought you dropped the whole pervert thing.
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( he's just messing. ) But, really, there is simply no way I would sweep it under the rug. As much as you would wish for that. ( he gives a brief wave of his hand. ) Ah— don't tell me you actually thought I was a "nice" person?
Please don't create such uncomfortable misunderstandings.
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Shit.
[ talking without thinking again. ]
I'm seriously not a pervert, I swear. I can't even talk to girls.
[ MAY AS WELL GET THAT OUT OF THE WAY???? ]
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normally, this would garner pity from most people. from kyrie? ) So someone can't be a pervert unless they're a bonafide virgin?
Is that what you're suggesting? Because if that's the case, I ... have unfortunate news for you.
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this was a bad idea. ]
I'm not— [ no, you totally are a virgin, yata. . . ] Shut up!
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but, well. kyrie was capable being generous on occasion. he knew how to rectify most social indelicacies. hence, he speaks fluidly in reply. ) Worry not. It appears they have venues to cure that here.
They don't require speaking, either.
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I don't need it, I'm fine!
What— [ he groans in frustration, placing a palm on his forehead. ] Man, what's up with the newbies today...
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he feels like he's getting so much mileage out of his remarks with yata; as if each one held its own worth... in the grand scheme of life ruining. well, at least this is starting him off easy on a ... long road of awfulness. ) That reaction...
Don't tell me you actually thought something indecent? ( there's something scornful about his gaze, as if yata had just admitted to some obscene crime. ) I meant, I'm sure they offer counselling, or a church... if you were to find yourself in need of a confidant. ( and they technically don't require speaking. aren't there some people in favor or silent confessions?
he shakes his head. ) My, what a frightening imagination you have.
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[ he just looks up, trying to smile but his cheek is twitching and he looks like he could probably murder kyrie right now.
i'm so sorry. ]
It's like you're asking for a beating instead of any help.
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Regretfully, I have no such hobbies, however. While I do enjoy tormenting others, I can't say I condone getting my hands dirty.
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[ THIS IS NOT A COMPLIMENT omg! ]
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( ... he's giving a look here that clearly states:
thx but no thx. )
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There's nothing wrong with being a virgin!
[ these are words he never thought he'd say out loud... ah. . . ]
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but, really? kyrie doesn't think they're anything but... foolish. ) And so the chattiest chihuahua proclaims.
I never said there was anything particularly wrong with being chaste. ( ... )
It just depends on how voluntary this is.
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Man, you know what? I'm leaving.
[ he motions to pocket his hands but... he's in a speedo so you know how well that goes. ]
Fuck this shit.
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