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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[truthfully he doesn't wanna break her heart, being a nerdy heart and all...]
They've gotta have movies here! There are tvs-- then again we're probably all the actors of some reality tv show.
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Reality TV shows? Like game shows? You think people would have had enough of those by now.
[ still, in spite of, well, everything, movies sound pretty great. ]
If the city ever starts working again, maybe I'll be able to find a movie theater. I could let you know if I do.
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[literally...he'd know]
Yeah, I'd like that. I could sneak us in, easy as pie.
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Just 'cause it's easy doesn't mean you should. I'll find a place, but I'll pay. You can sneak in if you like.
[ a magnanimous soul right here; but it's also such a nicely absurd and harmless kind of technical law breaking when all the really terrible kinds are going down all around that it genuinely is funny to her. ty kaneda, she needed that laugh! ]
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[he says it with a sigh but...maybe it's best. She's good, too good. she'll make one hell of a lady some day. one hell of one now.]
Yeah, yeah, whaaaaatever. I suppose you want to legally buy the popcorn too.
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And an expensive drink too. We can share the popcorn.
[ the pop's all hers. HAH! ]
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Mm, we'll find one. A working one. [ but while finding a theatre is important, there are more salient points of genuine curiosity. namely: ] Hey, if your motorcycle survives this too, does that mean I get a ride?
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Yeah, if you don't squeal in my ear. I'll take ya for a ride, sure. Then tell everyone about my mad skillz.
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I don't squeal.
[ stated as a Fact. she's not a pig, okay, she worked hard to prevent that and likewise prevent her parents from being eaten. as you do. ]
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You ever ridden on a bike before?
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No, not a bike. I've mostly ridden in cars, or dragons, I guess? [ Kohaku and Felneus... ] I don't think flying's quite the same as bike riding, but it might feel pretty close.
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All right! ... What's a wheelie?
[ the term's unfamiliar enough she asks flat out instead of pretend she knows. ]
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It's when you speed up and like, balance on one wheel. It's badass, especially if you do it for a couple of seconds, really hold it. You'll have to tell me more about these dragons, by the way.
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Sounds like it takes skill. What's your longest record?
[ as for dragons... she smiles, but she shakes her head too. ]
I can talk about Haku a little better than Felneus-san. You'd want to talk to Karl-san to know any more about them. Karl-san's actually here, so it's something you could do. Haku isn't. They're both spirits, though. I think? I'm not sure what Felneus-san is, when he's summoned... but he was kind of like a spirit!
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[probably not even that long knowing him and his bragging. In the meantime, Kaneda sits up a little straighter, eager for the deets]
Wait a fuckin' minute! You mean there's a dragon here and I never knew that!? You could be makin' so much money, girl!
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[ way too long mimicking a unicycle. also, sorry karl, sobs ]
Huh? They're only here when Karl-san asks them to be, and Felneus-san only handles serious business. I don't see what that has to do with making money.
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[this little asshole, showing her that asshole (tm) smile!]
He could summon-- or you could-- whatever, they could do tricks on command! Make a show outta it and charge for tickets.
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[ a small grin. or she trusts Haku more but hey, nbd ]
I feel like Felneus-san would be insulted. He prefers to only be called on for really important reasons. You could always ask Karl-san if you want.
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What if we give him a percentage? Think this Karl would be into it?
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I don't think so, but I don't know if Karl-san never would, or if because Felneus-san wouldn't like it, he wouldn't.
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[this Path right now is of utmost importance too!!]
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[ ??? she has no idea ]
Have you been having trouble earning enough here?
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Nah, people always want their stuff fixed. I just miss the excitement to tell ya the truth.
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