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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[ Well, that's concerning. But first things first. ]
Will you let me move you?
[ He clearly can't hang out on the ground, but from the way he's grimacing, she's not actually sure he wants her touching him. ]
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[ he lets out a sigh, rolling his eyes -- not so much at her but at this whole stupid situation. that was why he had made the effort to get her attention, and as much as he despises being seen like this, he's still going to accept the assistance. it's not like refusing it and continuing to lie there is going to make him look any less pathetic at this point.
(and oh, he wants her touching him, all right, so no worries there... though clearly a different context would be ideal.) ]
By all means.
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[ Otome shifts to her knees, reaching out to ease her arms under him and very carefully lift him upright, propped against her. Not to his feet, granted, but at least he isn't collapsed on the ground like a broken puppet. ]
Did this just happen, or have you been experiencing this for a while now?
[ Otome, now is probably not the time to try and narrow down symptoms. ]
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it was a lot less humiliating when he was six years old, though. ]
It's not new. I have a spinal implant that allows for relatively normal transmission of signals in spite of neural degeneration, but clearly that's functioning just as well as every other piece of technology here today.
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[ ... Lovely. Otome breathes out a quick sigh through her nose, before she squares her shoulders. ]
Then let's get you somewhere safe for now.
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[ lovely indeed. ugh. he's trying to keep his tone as measured as possible to maintain at least some semblance of dignity, which just results in his words sounding even harsher than usual. ]
That would be appreciated.
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[ Otome's not all that daunted by this, although it'll take some struggle to get him off the ground. ]
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god this is so fucking embarrassing though, how many times is he going to be rescued by women in this place? when did this become his life? if he were a different kind of person he could joke about this situation and lighten things up for both of them, and take advantage of the chance to get better acquainted with someone this good-looking. but he is absolutely not that person, and instead he is just angry at the world and stewing silently. ]
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[ Grumpy and sullen and irritated as he is... well, she imagines most people wouldn't be feeling very pleasant if they'd lost the inability to move most of their body. ]
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I expect that solution is going to be to simply lie around and wait for the power to come back.
[ previous conversations with other medical researchers here have actually indicated that they might be able to fix this altogether with the technology from their worlds, but even now when he's completely helpless, he's still too stupidly proud and stubborn to easily agree to that. ]
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... Is there anyone you'd be all right staying with until the power returns? [ Because look, Otome is more than willing to haul him around, but he might just want to hang out with someone else he's more familiar with. ]
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a few names go through his head when she asks that question -- raven, steven and pyrrha -- but he hates the thought of it too much. the latter two have seen him in a pathetic enough state this week already and he doesn't want to give them further reason to pity and lose respect for him, and raven... well, he has less reason to feel like he has to impress him, but he's probably unconscious or dead right now anyway given their similar situations. ]
I'd just as soon wait it out myself, actually.
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Otome's definitely frowning. ]
Would you mind if I remained with you?
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If that's really how you want to spend your evening, I won't stop you.
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[ SHE'LL BE PERFECTLY HONEST HERE. ]
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Fine. [ sigh ] My building isn't far from here, unless you're inviting me up to your place.
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[ Please endure it, Rideaux. ]
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[ since it's not like he has many better options. he's ready to get this over with. ]