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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Are you okay? We need to get you out of here.
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She leaves it aside, gathering herself. That's not important now and Weiss is right. Weiss is so often right. ]
I'm okay, but I doubt I'll be much assistance in here.
[ There's a faint note of deprecation, barely audible in how glum and flattened her tone is. Pyrrha's referring to her absent weapons; Weiss can interpret however she likes. ]
I... hope you weren't here for credits.
[ That's a joke.
She's funny. ]
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But Pyrrha is in no condition to be fighting. She probably shouldn't be running around, either, but there's not much she can do to help that right now.]
Don't worry. Right now, it's my turn to look after you.
[Weiss was far from the motherly type, but at least she could protect the people she cares about. But Pyrrha's joke doesn't go unnoticed, and the heiress flashes a little smile. Your comedic timing is perfect, as always.]
When we get out of here, I'll get us dinner. My treat. [Credits. Psh.]
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Thank you, Weiss.
[ For not crying on her, among other things. ]
I think we should keep moving.
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Sounds good to me. Can you walk, or do you need help?
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[ To prove it, she starts to move, keeping her steps economical and assured. She doesn't walk off without Weiss, though! ]
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Good, we'll be out of here soon. [Quicker if she doesn't have to carry her.]
How's your Aura?
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It's still quite low, I'm afraid.
[ By low, she means it's completely depleted. If she had her scroll with her, there wouldn't even be a bit of red in her status bar. She'd be at zero. It's exactly the sort of thing Goodwitch would have chastised her students for.
Pyrrha did say she wouldn't be any help! ]
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Alright, don't worry.
[If only she could give her some of hers or something. Perhaps through some sort of Aura transfer machine.]
Do you have a place to stay? You're welcome to use my apartment if you need some time to rest.
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Uh, perhaps.
[ Weiss's kindness is proving a little overwhelming. ]
I think we should focus on one thing at a time.
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[She waves it off. It's hard not to get excited when her dead friend comes back. She may have gotten ahead of herself.]
Well, if we take this hall all the way to the end, we'll probably find the exit.
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Good thinking.
[ In measured steps, Pyrrha starts to head in that direction. ]