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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[ Or maybe he really was locked up and they just fed the kid stories so that she'd believe he was something better than what he really was. If that's the case, then oops. But to be brutally honest, he's not ashamed of what he did (yet) so he'll totally own it. ]
My team broke into a Five Kage Summit to take out Danzo who was named Hokage after something happened to that woman and now I've got every one of them wanting me dead, with the exception of Danzo himself because I killed him. For a little while, I sided with Akatsuki, which was Madara's organization, and he's the entire reason the Fourth Shinobi War happened. Up until... well, I suppose back there it would have been only a few hours ago, I'd intended to wipe out every last person in Konoha. And you're asking me why?
[ Then again, nobody in Konoha had ever told him anything either. Hey, at least he left out the part about the massacre and Itachi? ]
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The rest doesn't make a whole lot of sense to her either. Madara isn't a name that rings a loud bell in her. Maybe she'd heard it in school, never from her parents. Danzo...well there was never really any reason for her to hear about him. The Akatsuki had been mentioned during lessons on the war, but never any detail except for the fact they had all been wiped out. Many of whom by the present Hokage. The mostly blank and confused look on her face shows that this is pretty much new information to her. ]
It's hard to imagine you wanted to protect the village, if you hated it so much. Yet you do. I do know you saved everyone during the Fourth Shinobi War.
Why do you hate Konoha anyway? [And there it is. That loaded question.]
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And I haven't lived in Konoha in years. Why would it matter to me what happens to it? That entire way of life can burn for all I care. As long as the villages and the people in them stay the way they are, nothing will ever change.
[ Okay, so maybe he's still a little bitter about getting stuck here instead of getting to take out Naruto and the bijuu. He was hoping for a revolution... but he's not getting it so long as he's stuck here. Either put an end to things the way they are or put an end to the Uchiha line -those are the options Naruto has, and from the look of it, that line didn't end so something had better have been fixed. ]
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Yeah, Mama did say that. She says you weren't around much when you were younger. Not that you are around that much when you are older either. [The last bit is said with a hint of bitterness, she misses him badly when he's away and she's spent so many years envious of the other children having their fathers to raise them. ]
I guess something changes your mind. Since no one tells me anything, I couldn't even begin to tell you what.
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Regardless, he can't say what he wants to because he isn't sure he wants to just up and accept all of these things without proof. ]
She can't tell you anything because she doesn't know anything. None of them do. [ Except maybe Naruto.
But at the same time, he knows what happens when people don't tell you things, and while sure he might not have been old enough to handle it, it should've been up to him to decide that. He can't imagine what it'd be like to know absolutely nothing about why there's nobody else like him left in the world... but not right now. He needs time to get used to the idea of being a father and not-yet-husband first, but the very least he can do is make a promise to tell her someday.
With that thought in mind, he lifts one hand to wave her closer. ]
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She also wasn't surprised that he wasn't going to tell her anything, she wasn't expecting him to suddenly be honest with her. Eyeing him nervously, she gave a little nod. She had a feeling whatever it was, it was not good and something that she was probably happier not knowing. She'd always been content enough to live in the present anyway, and focus on her training.
When he motioned for her to come forward, she wasn't quite sure what to do. He seemed to her to be more calm, but she was nervous around this man who was and was not a stranger. All the same, she told herself that she knew him and so she took cautious steps closer to him until she was standing in front of him.]
Yes Papa?
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But when she takes that step, moving closer, stopping within reach...
It's not something he's ever said or done before, part of a memory he won't let go of, of a person he genuinely wishes could have been a part of his life again (or part of hers, for that matter), but it's the one thing that left a lasting mark on him. Reaching out toward her to tap two fingers to her forehead, a gesture he's been the recipient of time and again. The only sign of affection he really knows how to give. ]
Sorry, Sarada. I'll tell you another time.
[ ...except he knows all too well that he can't be what she needs, so that time may never come. Better to let her down now with the promise of a later that he won't make good on. ]