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 [ 4 00 ] 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.
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who're you calling a punk, punk >:(
It's too bad that assaulting the robots can lead to unfavourable consequences. Observe: ]
ASSAULT. ASSAULT. WHY MUST I BE PUNISHED FOR SIMPLY TRYING TO GIVE LOVE AND BE LOVED IN TURN. CALL THE EXECUTIONER.
[ Slowly, Pyrrha slides one foot back, preparing to move and - yup, there's the robot's individual "cry for help" alarm. It's an irascible noise and takes all of Pyrrha's composure not to cover her ears.
To Kashuu: ] We should go. Come on.
the only punk here, king punk >:(
Instead, he just sticks his tongue out at the shrill robot and then turns to gesture Pyrrha over.]
Here, this way! I know my way around here pretty well!
[Not for the reasons one might think, but hey...]
I accept my new title with pride and gusto >:(
Feet moving quick and deftly, she follows his beckon. ]
... [ Still, though. ] Where are we going?
WELL GOOD embrace it
We're going to a place that guy won't be able to follow us into!
[IE another massage parlor, because they're probably contractually obligated to only be around their own places of work or something.]
KNEEL BEFORE YOUR KING, TINY PUNK
Oh. In that case, lead the way.
WHY THE HECK AM I THE RUNT PUNK
ANYWAY, Kashuu will definitely lead the way!! On the plus side, it seems like he's not leading them anywhere sketchy?! He's not going any further into the heart of the pleasure district, that is - but is sticking toward the front, where the Slightly Less Shady services are.]
In here—!
[DRAGGING HER INTO-- what seems like a spa... Soothing nature sounds and running water fountain and low lighting and all.]
RUNT PUNK RUNT PUNK RUNK PUNT
She looks around. ]
... are we in a bath house?
AAAA AKI THE RUNK PUNT
Kinda, yeah! It's a spa.
[BEAMING... This is his favorite place in this whole entire district! So much so that he very nearly (or maybe entirely) forgets that they're on the lam from a bot that wants to exterminate them.]
It's nice, right?
It suits you! :')
[ Her tone is definitely more of a distracted mom trying to appease their child while not really paying attention. Whoops? ]
Is there a back door we can use to exit?
[ Zero interest in the spa, apparently. Womp womp. ]
>:(
Eh, we probably shouldn't exit right away, unless you got some way to get us back to the subway without being seen.
:DDD
I've never been in here before. I'm not really familiar with the area, to be truthful.
puts u in the ground bye
It's nice! I mean, it's nicer when you're not here 'cause you're on the run from a crazy creepy robot, buuut, you get it. We should come back together sometime when you're not on the wanted list anymore! [Isn't he the one on the wanted list?!]
Ooh, or we could do a manicure now! Those don't take too long.
pops back up like a daisy hello
... Alright. That sounds nice.
ur like that hun from mulan
My treat! To make up for you getting dumped here and all.
that's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me!
Thank you.
[ She looks around and, yup - she has no idea where to go. Help, Kashuu. ]
What colour do you think I should go with?
u would think so, punk!!!!
He also seems to take this question Very Seriously, and he sizes her up from top to bottom before he even starts to give an answer.]
Mmm, that depends! Green would match your eyes and look good against your hair, but I think something super flashy like gold would be good too.
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She plucks one off and shows it to him. ] How about this?
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Nice! I like that one, it's a really fresh color. D'you like it?
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[ Her fingers curl around the bottle with a little more surety, and she's peering past it to see what Kashuu has, or is looking at. ]
Have you chosen yet?
[ She sounds wholly curious and not a bit impatient, fortunately. ]
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Hmmm... Yep! I think I'm feeling darker red today.
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On a whim, she plucks one off.
It's called vixen. ]
This one would go well with your eyes.
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Well, he reaches out to take it so he can look over the color, too... Apparently he seems suitably impressed, holding it up next to his face.]
D'you think so? Hm... Well! If you do, then I'll go with this one! C'mon--
[And with those all picked out, he'll lead her over into the area with the little tables all set up and ready for people to be spoiled. He's definitely totally forgotten they're on the run from a robot...]
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They end up at adjacent tables. When Pyrrha's lack of manicure experience gets the better of her, the staffing robots are mercifully gentle, guiding her hands to the right spot without being too forceful. Also, both Pyrrha and Kashuu are given free coupons to the spa's fruit buffet, to be used after their manicures. Score.
Curiously, she watches as Kashuu's bottom coat is applied. He doesn't need nearly as much cuticle repair as she does, apparently. ]
Do you do this often?
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But ooh, he sure does love getting free things out of these deals. This is his favorite spa for a reason, okay... He'll sit back and let them work, definitely used to the whole manicure song and dance by now, which probably answers her question before he actually does.]
Mmhm! Not as often as I used to, but I still like coming here when I can. It's a nice, calm place.
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I like the plants. They look - happy.
[ That's such a weird thing to say, Pyrrha. ]
... I think.
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