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Lightning flashes. Thunder booms and rain patters on the roof. It’s all about ambience here in ViViD, of course. You gotta set the mood!

Welcome to the Pleasurable Super Youthful Caring Hospital Stage, PSYCHward for short. It works, shut up. It’s a stage created for your well-being, health and happiness. Be careful, though. The first step you take in the dilapidated asylum carries you right into a puddle.

Look down, and the puddle is red.

Ah.

Of course it’s blood.

It’s only going to get even more fun from here.

Good Day. I Am The New Introducer For ViViD Levels. Mosley? Who's That?

Anyway, Please Have Fun And Remember To Be Safe. Safety Is Our First Priority At CERES.

Thank you. Enjoy.

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PHASE I

[ 400 ] The first room any people familiar with the ViViD song and dance routine will find is one that is...wonderfully full of body bags. Body bags everywhere -- on the floor, on the shelves, uncomfortably tossed over the back of a chair...and each body bag has a helpful tag.

Handy.

Of course, within each bag is a newcomer; they won’t be able to escape the body bags until someone else unzips them. They’re dressed in little more than hospital gowns, toe tags still attached to bare feet.

Welcome to ViViD! Enjoy your stay.

Of course, there has to be an element of surprise to it. Some body bags contain living, breathing newcomers, yes. But the others?

These contain corpses. The toe tag on them indicates a loved one or someone important to you -- or someone you hate beyond all else. You open the bag, and there is their face, achingly familiar and frozen in death...but blink and suddenly they’re the corpse of a nondescript stranger.

PHASE II

[ 600 ] Step out of that room and now it’s the asylum proper. Lights flicker. It’s dark, but it’s still more than clear to anyone with ears -- something’s stalking everyone in this place.

The shadow flickers on the wall, the lights go out -- you turn a corner and there it is, jumping out at you with an unearthly cackle --

A puppet.

It hangs there limply, utterly harmless.

All around the facility, these harmless puppets lurk. In lockers, behind doors, in dark halls…

But they’re all literally inanimate and harmless. Whose dumb idea was that?

PHASE III

[ 1000 ] But slowly, the atmosphere changes. Go in deeper, and the sounds around deaden until there’s nothing left but the dark all around and the sound of your own breathing. And yet, irrevocably you know, whether as an aspect of the level or something else entirely --

Something is actually hunting you now.

It makes no noise. It can’t be seen. But it’s stalking, and it’s on the hunt.

To make matters worse, now the asylum seems to have become a proper maze, with dead ends everywhere, and practically no light to see them by.

And the only other souls you’ll see are the other people stuck in the maze -- but there’s something not quite right about them either. You can see...bits of their code, lurking under the surface of their skin, and as you watch, it’s being corrupted, bit by bit, the longer they’re in the dark.

If you look down, it’s happening to you too.
Better hurry.

There’s only one way out.

PHASE IV

[ 1400 ] And then you step through a doorway into light.

You escaped the maze, but this is an asylum, and you’re about to see why. There are rows upon rows of cages of aliens. They cry out and reach out through the bars with webbed or clawed hands or tentacles, begging for release.

Let them out, or don’t -- the exit to Cerealia proper is right there at the end of this room, inviting and safe.

But if you do elect to let them out, the entire room suddenly goes silent.

And there, in that cage you opened, there is no longer an alien, but instead a doll. And it’s watching you. Stay any longer, and the doll with start to move, reaching -- and if it touched you, suddenly you’re the one locked away behind bars.

On the plus side, when you take the exit to Cerealia, it’ll deposit you in the Pleasure District, where massagebots will reach for you to try to drag you in for a sensual massage.

Welcome!

PENALTY

[ ???? ] You were caught in the maze.

It’s hard to say even now what it was that caught you, but now you’re strapped down to an operating table, and there’s a flat-faced doctor standing above you.

The restraints can’t be broken.

There’s a prick of a needle, and you fall unconscious -- and that’s probably a mercy. When you wake up, you’ll be back in the asylum somewhere, but missing a sense -- the one from your character’s application will be gone. A character who is sight will have been blinded, for instance, and a character who is touch will feel nothing. This will last until they log out of ViViD and get into Cerealia.

[ 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. ]

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Welcome to Cerealia's July intro log! For your convenience, we have compiled the characters' arrival experience here, and should you have any questions, feel free to ask them here! You can also check the FAQ for more general inquiries. Should this event log hit Captcha, there is an all-purpose overflow here. Thank you!

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phase i;

[Jonathan Joestar has no idea what's going on.

Somehow he knows where he is in the darkness, but unlike others, who may try to tear their way out of their body bag with brute force, Jonathan can do nothing but stare at the black in front of his eyes. Everything up until now has hit him in a single blow - blood, zombies, Dio, what he thought was his life flashing before his eyes, but now realizes must have been something beyond his comprehension entirely, aliens - and lying here, remembering how to breathe again, is the one way he can convince himself that he's alive.

How? Why?

As much as he needs some time alone to process everything and calm down, there's only so much oxygen in this body bag. If anyone's passing him by, they might pick up on the sound of his rattled breathing or the fact that his body bag is about to fall off a dusty old shelf.

And then, well. Who wouldn't want to open the bag of a person who died like this?]

phase iii;

[This is what they meant by "code", then. Even if he doesn't fully understand it, he knows that if he wants to live, he should get out of here, and fast.

But if there's one thing Jonathan Joestar is good at, it's putting others before himself, even in the most dire situations. When he spots someone else lurking through the shadows, bits and pieces of their essence turning corrupt under the darkness, it's only natural that he tries to save and protect as many people as he can. That's a promise.]

Pardon me. Are you lost as well? If we're going to find a way out, we ought to do it together.

[Perhaps unconsciously, perhaps to signify that he isn't a threat, his body illuminates in a golden aura that naturally feels safe and warm.]

This is a troublesome situation, but let's make the best of it. Hurry!

[If you accept, this affably British gentleman will tag along with you like a beefy lighthouse in a hospital gown, looking for an exit - and if you've spotted him and his posse midway through their search, he'll approach you with a similar line. It seems naive, gathering so many people in one place for whatever's stalking them, but more perceptive individuals will notice that he's always placing himself so he's closest to the noises.

When he makes a promise, he damn well sticks to it.]

[ .... That man is glowing. Why is that man glowing?? And this odd sense of security and warmth, almost like--

Could it be? ]

A-are you dead??

[ Mary, that's rude. Angels don't wear hospital gowns. ]

[THAT...HITS A LITTLE ON THE NOSE.]

I...don't believe so?

[He reaches up instinctively towards the base of his neck, as if he's trying to assure himself of something, but he seems fairly sure of himself in this respect.]

But I don't know what will happen to either of us if we remain here for too long.

[ Head still attached to neck? Good. ]

U-um, well... this world isn't exactly real, so I don't think we'd die, but we probably wouldn't be very happy either.

[ Just saying. ]

jonathan joestar | ota!

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