Everything is normal today during the early hours of the morning. There's really no hint, no way of knowing, no anything that could indicate that CERES -- and thus Cerealia -- is about to irrevocably change. There would be birds chirping, if there were birds, but since there aren't any, there's just the constant sounds of a city in motion, humming with technology even that early in the morning.
And then, regardless of where you are or what you're doing or how early it is, everyone's CereVices flicker on to show a perhaps-familiar, perhaps-unfamiliar face.
Bellona Recreare, the business owner of Cerealia and CEO of CERES, stares at everyone with a flat, cold look. She doesn't seem happy.
(When is she ever?)  It has come to my attention that there has been industrial espionage and corporate sabotage in CERES' personnel. Such a thing will not be tolerated.
Due to this, Mosley's employment with CERES has been terminated. Please now direct any public relations questions to 1-800-7322934844444.
Good day.
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PHASE I [ 6 00 ] Bright and early, not long after that sudden announcement by Bellona, you may decide to go back to sleep, or you may decide to get up and go about your day (or you may not have woken up at all).
Either way, it doesn't matter.
Because your apartment is broken.
The entire apartment. The door is locked shut (and that sucker is solid metal so it might be time to try a window), the HOLO(gm) is flickering wildly between settings, and the blender is out for your blood. Anything technological in any way (that is CERES-brand or has been tampered with by CERES) will be malfunctioning in a way that comes across as... oddly malicious.
Now's a bad time for the late sleepers to realize that the beds, too, have auto-control tech functionality. Hope you enjoy that electroshock wake up call, or the fact that the bed could fling you totally across the room.
PHASE II [ 1000 ] The rest of the city isn't faring so well either.
The trains are completely out of commission; even if the doors do open, it's probably not a good idea to get on. If you do, it looks like the doors will slam shut behind you, and the train will go hurtling forward at dangerous speeds with sudden stops. Many of the shops can't be accessed at all, automated doors refusing to open, and worst of all, every single last piece of tech in Cerealia now seems to have the sole goal of Making Your Life Hard.
The Pleasure District is flooded now that the spas are broken, but hey -- at least the perfume ensures that water smells good, and it's pretty warm. That's good, right? Maybe go for a nice swim.
The CERES police bots are out of control, chasing people down to arrest them for imagined crimes (What do you mean you aren't a closet voyeur?), and heaven forbid you're around any of the auto shops when everything goes totally wrong. The auto-drive feature in many of CERES's cars seem to be a little... finicky today. It doesn't seem like anywhere in the city is exempt from this. Good luck.
And towards the end of the second day of this insanity, the train, with whatever unfortunate passengers are on it, will derail. It crashes into part of the shopping district, leveling buildings and leaving the wrecked overturn husk of a train resting there uselessly.
Suddenly, things don't seem so harmless anymore.
PHASE III [ 1100 ] Of course... you're CERES-owned too.
Your code, rather, is made and owned by CERES, and it's inevitable with the craziness going on that it would soon affect everyone's code as well. So as the hour approaches noon, a few unlucky souls may start to notice that things are just Not Quite Right with them. Their powers may be on the fritz, functioning entirely wrong or not at all, or even stranger -- fire powers turning into water, ice into flame, electricity brings mud. Your clothing might suddenly change when your coding glitches, or it might be gone entirely. You may suddenly have an uncontrollable urge to start singing, or frolicking. You may suddenly be wildly in love with the first person (or robot or mirror) that you see, unable to stop it until the odd glitching wears off.
And then, just like that, you're back to normal, if a bit more tired than before. How troublesome.
There are also moments where what appears to be an ID number appears on the back of your neck in glowing light blue numbers. Each of these codes is a 7 digit number, with an E at the front of the number. It appears that the longer you've been in Cerealia, the lower the number is -- like a brand of some sort. You may not be able to see it yourself with it on the back of your neck like that, but everyone else sure can.
PHASE IV [ 1645 ] And, just like that, on the last day of this madness, the city goes dark. The lights cut out. The technology shuts off. Every last robot in Cerealia is completely and totally down, and can no longer be booted up. Even when the lights come back on in a few hours... the robots remain dead.
Cerealia's a lot harder to function in without those handy dandy robots running the place. It's also a lot more desolate, and rather quiet.
Slowly but surely, the rest of the technology will boot itself back up towards the end of the last day. But the robots remain broken, and cannot be fixed. In fact, opening them up will reveal that nothing's wrong with them at all... they just won't wake up.
As time ticks by, it doesn't look like Bellona will address anything on the network about the events and all people are left to do now is... learn how to function again. Without any help.
BONUS [ ???? ] If you were a stupid brave enough soul to log into ViViD during this time (or were unfortunately glitched there, which could happen), you will find that ViViD is in... safe mode. It's struggling to boot up, and even when you finally enter, you'll find yourself wandering through skeleton levels of half-completed scenery and incomplete quests. There are readings in the corner of each level that can be seen now, one about Energy Gain and one about Energy Loss, and just as the gain goes up the longer you are there, the loss, too, rises. At first, it's fascinating, and it isn't particularly dangerous... but then it becomes clear that you can't actually log out.
You can't exit Safe Mode at all.
Slowly, it feels as though you can breathe less and less, that the empty walls of the level are closing in on you... and there's nothing you can do. Unless you are or find a particularly genius hacker and they can access the source code and find the exit buried inside that code within the next few minutes... there's nothing to be done.
And then everything goes dark.
You'll wake up the next IC day, with those same energy readings marked on your wrist like some sort of bright blue digital tattoo. When you wake in the mornings, it will read at 100% and slowly go down during the course of the day until you sleep. It will fade after three IC days.
And from now on, ViViD always has those energy levels in the corner, even when it's fixed. They always seem to be recording you, every time you're in ViViD. Strange.
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phase ii bring it i guess (cw and all that)
But today was different. Getting chased by the police bots was not an everyday occurrence for him, nor was it a particularly enjoyable one. With no other recourse, and ignoring the risks given the events of the day, he'd fled to the trains. If the police bots were really after him, they'd know where he lived, and not wanting to take that chance, he decided to take the train that would get him to someone he could trust.
He immediately regretted that decision when the doors struggled to open and the lights flickered forebodingly. He shouldn't have been surprised when there was the sound of screeching metal and everything went black.
There's a pain in his ribs when he comes to, and the first thing he notices is that he isn't on the train any more. The ringing in his ears gives way to the sounds of chaos, and it's when he tries to stand up that he realizes that his rib is broken. Maybe more than one. It's a miracle that nothing else is broken, though he's starting to regain feeling in his head, and that's making him keenly aware of fresh blood trickling down from his scalp, moments before it starts running down in front of his eye.
He's lucky to be alive and only clutching at his side. He might have worse injuries, but they don't feel like anything too severe... some soreness, a limp, and the sharp pain in his head that he probably needs to get bandaged. But "luck" is a very fickle thing and seems to come and go in extremes, as he quickly discovers after only a few seconds of wandering away from the wreckage.
A group of people are standing around something, and at first, Keiichi's plan is to ask them for help. But as he nears them from behind, it seems like the crowd parts for him, greeting him with a gut-wrenching sight. ]
I-Inaba?!?
[ There's an urgency to his voice as he recognizes her, mangled though she is, and ignoring the sharp pain that shoots up his side as he does so, he throws himself onto his knees in front of her, desperately reaching out for her. This can't be happening, this can't be happening... ]
this is the rudest reply...
Ahaha... you came to see me.
son of a...
Come on, don't kid around like that... stay with me, alright?!?
[ Frantically, he looks over his shoulder at the crowd, who seem to be watching helplessly. Frustrated, he yells at them, even though it's excruciating to do so. ]
Stop standing around! Someone fucking do something!
8)
Keiichi, stop. [ She uses her stern teacher voice, squeezing his hand tightly as she opens her eyes to look at him with clarity. ] It's fine. They have other things to do. Besides, I won't be gone that long, anyway. Deaths here... they aren't permanent.
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I know, but... [ Even knowing what he does, that doesn't stop the lump from forming in his throat. It hurts to breathe right now, never mind talk, so his voice is shaking even more than it would be otherwise. ] Y-You'd better not be wrong this time! Everything else in the city is fucking up right now, so how can I take it for granted?!? You'd better come back in one piece, you hear me?!?
[ Or else he really will never forgive himself. ]
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Because this is just like that time... except she's the one dying, isn't she? ]
"This time". . . you say that as if I've been wrong before, Keiichi. When it comes to this world, I'm not usually wrong. Ever since... Belladona made that announcement about Mosley... this shit's been happening, so. Haha. [ Inaba's putting on a brave face, but that's really all it is. She tries to blink away tears, but it's not no avail, if only because she can't hide them. How annoying. ] Hahaha... sorry.
[ Her voice sounds weak as she laughs it off before she finds herself tearing up even more. Damn it, was she ever this weak?
It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts
She just wants it to stop. ]
If something goes wrong, all my notes are in the apartment.
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It literally feels like fate just stabbed him in the stomach and started laughing at him, though that might be his own injury trying to make its presence known, too. ]
D-Don't say anything else, alright? Even if you're coming back, I'm... I'm not gonna let your last moments be thinking about this fucking place!
[ He cradles her head softly with his other hand, trying his best to soothe her pain or at least distract from it a bit. ]