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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he cups a hand over his mouth, barely stifling the chuckles that come out of his mouth. though, in reverse, at least... it seems to be in good humor. on the surface, that is. naturally, beneath all that, it was intended to be far more malicious. but, details. details perceivably lost in communication. or unspoken words. details....
that weren't half as clear as this robot was being. it takes his statements all too seriously, and while this was a joke he was willing to let off (at least with the trophy of her embarrassment in hand)— it seems this time, he isn't being let off. what a curious predicament, indeed.
he seems surprised for that margin of a second, but he's quick to smile it off. ) You heard him. It'd be rather rude to let all their pure intentions go to waste, isn't that right? ( as if that was the cue, two more robots appear. smaller ones all trailing behind them. )
Please, this way. Watch your step. Please, this way. Watc— ( and this seems to carry on and on until their feet actually start moving. )
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Massage bots, plural. Because now there's a small army of them.
Pyrrha does not watch her step, because she does not move. ]
No, thank you. That's very kind, but very unnecessary. I didn't request a massage, coupled or otherwise. Oh, and - heh, [ she holds her arms out, drawing attention to her utter lack of funds on hand. ] I can't really pay for one either. So I guess all their - pure intentions - will have no choice but to go to waste!
[ She glances over at Kyrie again, giving him a very unsubtle message to help. ]
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call it... the intrinsic desire of all sadists, but c'mon. let him have this. ) It's fine. I have the necessary funds, of course.
I could hardly permit a lady as lovely as yourself to dish out the expenses. ( he's been at his do-s job of selling handcuffs and cages for a living, after all. this on top of vivid, actually. still, he continues onwards with a smile. :)
looking at the robots, he continues. ) Feel free to have hers be placed on my tab.
( checkmate, pyrrhachan. )
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Eyes crinkling miserably, she resigns herself to this fate. She desperately doesn't want to be touched right now, but at least there's no chance of her semblance activating in a trauma-induced panic and causing damage; not while her aura gutters, a baleful nothing.
Also, the robots are still at it, ]
Please watch your step. We are happy to receive you in our foyer, where we have a platter of fresh fruit and kombucha waiting. Please watch your step.
Okay. [ TIPPING HER KING OVER. Because, honestly, the fruit and tea sounds good, even if the rest of it sounds awful. ] Thank you, but I will pay you back as soon as I can.
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she takes the bait...? he looks stunned for a few seconds. before— ) To believe this is something you desired from the start. ( but, he finally seems to shrug it off. this time, falling in step beside her. ) But, please. There's no need to stand of formalities like that. It's merely the job of a man to escort a woman flawlessly. ( or put her through hell. same thing.
once they've entered past the doorway, and down the first hall, the robots chime in once more. ) Thank you for selecting us today for your massage services. Please, enjoy the spread while we currently set-up your massage stations, Resident ɴɪᴋᴏs, ᴘʏʀʀʜᴀ and Resident ▓▓▓▓▓▓, ᴋʏʀɪᴇ. ( with that, he starts off to one of the plush chairs, before giving her sidelong glance. )
Pyrrha...? ( he repeats the name as if accustoming himself to it. )
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In fact, she allows herself to be silently herded until she hears her name said by someone other than the robots.
Since he's sitting, she elects to stand, pouring herself a cup of tea.
Oh. He said her name. ]
... Yes?
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he turns to her with a smile. ) I was just thinking these robots are quite efficient in delivering introductions. Though, they obviously lack finesse. After all, I've yet to compliment the certain ring your name carries. ( it's here, he reaches over for a tea cup, he holds it out gingerly. a gentle dip of his chin. ) Would you mind pouring me a cup as well? Normally, I'm quite finicky when it comes to the brew, however...
Perhaps, in light of our meeting, I shall make an exception. ( meet ... mr. ultra pretentious sadist, pyrrha... )
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Just - ugh. To all of this.
... is he wearing a fedora? ]
If you like.
[ It's tersely said, her tone practically strangled. ]
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do you have a problem with his fedora?? he tips it at her with a careful hand, as he waits for his tea to set. ) Is it me or you seem rather tense? Is this your first time, perhaps? I assure you it's nothing to be so ... concerned over.
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[ She just didn't want to do this.
Truthfully, Pyrrha isn't wholly certain why this gentleman seems to have garnered all of her hard won irritation. It's not his fault that the last twenty-four hours of her life have been so devastating, that she's still walking the knife's edge of a very cruel, visceral trauma, that she remembers gasping desperately for air and then remembers nothing at all.
He had decided to turn this unfortunate situation into the butt of a joke but Pyrrha could have said no at any time - should have, didn't.
Tense, he says. The easiest thing to do would be to explain, but the anxiety of new trauma fills her throat with empty air.
Instead: ] Wouldn't you prefer to have a... friend join you?
[ If nothing else, she really doesn't want to be naked with him on the adjacent table, likewise naked. :( ]