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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Although, what she said to him was completely different from how she looked]
Well, duh, I got better things to be worried about! I so need to get started on the most epic sweater store there is around here! And I can't wait to see everyone in a Mabel sweater, I'll be most popular girl around here!
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I thought you said cat sweaters were for grandmas. Unless you won't have those kinds of sweaters?
[ He manages to keep his expression straight, but there's a levity to his tone that somehow suggests a smile. ]
You know, we all love you already, Mabel. You don't need to be popular for that. But I'd like to see your sweater store anyway. I'm sure it'll be great. Maybe it's something we can all pitch in to help you with once we help Mosley-san.
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No one really wanted to befriend a strange and quirky girl like her. Not until she met Candy and Grenda in Gravity Falls. In that moment, she stared up at Yu with big bright eyes that looked rather hopeful.]
You do...? You're not kidding and totally not playing a trick on me are you?
[She had more than enough people being mean to her. She really didn't want someone she cared about to do the same thing too]
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Does that even matter?
Yu's smile is broad and sincere. Mabel isn't the only person to know from "strange and quirky," and he still has plenty of friends he loves. She should have friends who love her, too. She'd deserve every single one. ]
Of course not. I'd never trick you like that. We're friends, aren't we? [ His eyes crinkle from the warmth of his smile. ] We'll definitely bring your sweater store to life.
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In that moment, that's when Mabel bit her bottom lip and wasted no time in reaching out a hug to the older boy. She didn't say anything but it was clear to say that the code didn't seem to affect her anymore.
Instead, she just gave a small giggle]
Well, of course we are! It would be super awkward and weird to share an apartment if we didn't! That and I probably have to owe you for taking care of Dipstick while I was away anyway, right?
[But if he looked at her, it's still plain to see that she really had no idea how to react to his words]
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This seems to be the Mabel he knows again. ]
You don't owe me anything for that. He's pretty good at taking care of himself. I'm proud to have him as a friend. You, too.
[ He gives her head a pat. ]
Don't be afraid to rely on me for anything you need, alright?
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It was much the same here but she was still just a kid. It was nice to know that she might have a figure she could look up to around here.]
Don't worry, if I do need something, you'll be one of the first people I'll talk to!
[Pause] But if anything goes wrong with bro bro, you'll talk to him too right?
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[ Yu releases her so he can give her a curious look. His sincerity is in his tone, but he wonders if maybe she knows something he doesn't. ]
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Instead, she gave a small pout]
You promise? Because sometimes, I wonder if there are things that Dipper doesn't tell me about. And...it really makes it worried sometimes.
[Especially with how far he was willing to go to open something only for him to be killed later on]
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Neither of us are really...the people we expected.
I'm not the Dipper she knows anymore.
Yu's expression softens with something hard to name. Sympathy, maybe. ]
Dipper ... works very hard to take care of the people around him. That includes you, too. You more than anyone.
[ A beat. He lowers his chin a little, and the expression on his face is one of quiet, unshakable determination. ]
And I'll always support him in that. As long as he's here, he won't ever have handle things alone. I promise.