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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[Rei's quiet for several long moments, listening to his story. It's not that difficult to imagine, really. It reminds her a little bit of...]
It sounds something like my own world's past. In my previous life. Before...before the war the ended it all. My people, and those like us, lived on the moon and other worlds. Away from Earth. We kept to ourselves, and they feared us for our divine power. But that didn't mean that they weren't capable, themselves. Humans accomplished much.
I've always thought that hard work and natural talent could overcome heritage, because of that.
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Do not be so quick to compare your kind with the Quel'dorei as they were in my youth. While young Kael's ancestor may have defected from Azshara eventually,the Quel'dorei were the ones who summoned the demons to our world in the first place.
[But now he's interested, his people were a race that worshipped a moon goddess after all, and while this was likely a different moon all together, it still made him curious.]
But what of your people? My people have always been closely linked with the moon, our powers tend to wane when it is hidden by the day. Did your people have any such effect on the humans world?
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[She's never really talked much about her people though, and she's happy to change the topic as she steps into one of the shops.]
No, not really. Our powers, at least, those of the royal families, come from our hearts. We don't have a beating one, but rather a crystal sometimes called a Star Seed. Each one could have become a star, but instead ended up being drawn to certain people. Only our bloodlines can use them, and they ensure our rebirth and agelessness.
I'm not personally from the moon, my past self grew up on Mars, another world. But my family worked with the royal family on the moon, and I was a part of the royal guard for their princess. My lover, as you know, was much the same. As was Ami, and Makoto. We were the inner sanctum.
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[It sounded more like an oversight, than willingly summoning an army to destroy your very people. Rei did not need to know the more graphic crimes of the highborn though. The War of the Ancients was a bloody war that was best left in the past, at least to those who did not have to fear the Burning Legion.]
Quite an interesting form of immortality. I am familiar with soul stones to prevent death, but those have limits and costs. It is fascinating to hear of something similar, only as... a more natural codependency.
[And here, at his core, Illidan is something of a nerd when it came to magic in all its forms. He wanted to learn everything he could about it, always had. He was distracted from the thought though, as much of a nerd as he was.... just what sort of clothes did these people wear? He found himself stopping to just stare at what he thought looked utterly ridiculous.]
...none of these clothes look terribly mobile...
[He grabs a pair of jeans from a shelf and frown at them. It certainly did not feel very comfortable either. Once done touching the thing, he tossed it back onto the shelf sloppily.]
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It's a bit more complicated than that, but so long as our planet lives, so will we. They're a kind of essence, I guess, and they're bound to the planet. We'll forever be reborn, even if our enemies do manage to kill us. It's not something we can really...stop or control. But I won't pretend I'm not comforted a little by being immortal.
[It gives her untold lifetimes to pursue her own studies, her own powers, and magic and self improvement. She was very much a nerd herself, interested in all sorts of things. If she'd been in a world like his, she'd definitely have spent her youth studying too.]
They're not really all that mobile, but they aren't as restrictive as they look. Those are meant for work, more than anything. They're hard to rip, and I think originally made for miners.
[She goes over towards a collection of much more modest dresses and picks out one.]
You might want to check to your left. The athleticwear should have something labeled sweatpants. They're a lot more comfortable and meant for movement. They'll probably fit you better than what you're currently holding up.
[She then disappears into a changing room. Follow and fry.]
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[At the mention of his pants he scowls. THIS AGAIN?]
There is nothing wrong with my trousers.
[Yanks them back up again. There. They are fine.]
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At least put this on so they don't fall down until you go back to your normal self. I don't want to see your backside.
[Really, truly she does not.]
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Why is it every conversation we have seems to make it back to my trousers...
[He huffs and grumbles, and tries to undo his regular belt, but it's still stuck. Probably what he gets for having a ten thousand year old belt he accidentally monstered into.
He's just going to put the other belt on top of it. S'fine. He's probably going to break it when he transforms back anyway.]
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[The saga of the trousers hadn't come up that much lately.]
Thank you though. That's a good bit more reliable than constantly pulling your pants up.
[And she really, really doesn't want to see the rest of him.]
Anyway, that's settled. Are you feeling...alright? Any ill effects from the shift in forms, you think?
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[Gawd, she made it sound like she thought his trousers were going to up and run away on him. She was beginning to sound like either Tyrande, or his mother. He wasn't sure which likeness unsettled him more.]
Nothing I didn't expect. A headache I can only assume will continue to get worse, and lethargy from the fel withdrawal. With any luck I will at least recover my artifact to sate it if I do not revert to normal soon.
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Did your artifact just vanish along with your wings and things?
[Did they really want that just...rolling around town. I mean, it'd be kinda weird, a crazy demon skull and all.]
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[He's personally not liking any of those option. He wants his the thing back, because reasons.]
At the very least it is not as potent as when I first discovered it, so even if it is out there, we will likely not see anyone suddenly becoming demons.
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[Frowning, she starts walking out of the store, ignoring a police-bot that bleeps at her for stealing.]
I think the best thing for now might be to get to the gardens and stay away from any of these robots, if you're not worried about the skull.
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[He sighs and rubs his temples.]
It was one of the first places I tried to to go to. Honestly I am just looking for a place to try and sleep this off.
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[It's the best she can manage.]
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[He sighs wearily and commits to following Rei. Other matters could be tended to once he's gotten rest.]