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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The central prefecture police were growing frustrated with the lack of progress made on the Inaba murders. They requested my help. [Another sip of tea.] The local Inaba police weren't very happy. A hot shot kid, just here to play his games... that's what they thought of me at the time, I'm sure.
[It's strange, being able to talk about that sort of thing openly. Before, not being taken seriously because of her age (and gender) had been deeply troubling. Now, she's almost able to laugh about it.] Of course, it wasn't their fault that they couldn't make any headway on the murders, not really. There were things at play that even I couldn't have expected.
[The other world. Personas. Shadows. And that one of the detectives investigating it...]
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[But she can already see different. It doesn't take an empath to feel Naoto's passion and joy and desire to help people. The conversation they'd had about even coming here was reason enough.
That she's struggled due to gender, though, barely registers with Rei. She'd grown up in an occupation traditionally given to women, and her life had taken a vastly different course. Only women could hold a Sailor Crystal, and all of that.]
It wasn't, of course, and that must have stung. But in the end, yeah. I can see why nobody from your world would suspect what was actually going on.
[She huffs a soft laugh.]
Naoto-kun, were you pushed into a television, yourself? Was that what made you believe?
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I'd identified a pattern in the case that the local police had overlooked: The victims had appeared on television before their deaths. There were three others, though, who had similarly appeared on television before going missing-- but had turned up unharmed. Yukiko Amagi, Kanji Tatsumi, and Rise Kujikawa... and all three were now spending time together.
It was a reasonable deduction that whatever had happened to the first two victims had happened to those three, as well, but they had managed to survive. The common factor for all of them was a television appearance. [She sips her tea again.] So I began giving interviews to the news.
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That's...clever. It's also dangerous, but honestly I don't know what else I'd have expected from you.
[She doesn't need to know the rest. What she does now is wave a hand and cause a faint ripple in the air. A spell, one learned from Kael'thas and mastered with practice. Simple but...]
I'm not meaning to alarm you, I've just given us a little privacy because I think it's only fair that I share at least something of my nature with you. My...real...nature.
[She looks squarely at the younger girl, fingers holding tight to the cup.]
If you'll hear me out, of course. I want to, but it's a secret that could be dangerous. Yosuke knows, and so does Yu-kun, but I'd rather tell you myself.
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[She holds her cup with both hands, elbows on the table, and glances up at the ripple in the air. It's not really alarming. She's seen weirder.]
Of course. Whatever you're willing to tell me. [But her 'real nature'? That's interesting. She raises an eyebrow in interrogation.]
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Simply said, I'm not wholly human. [She taps her heart with a fingernail and the Sailor Crystal inside pulses with light.]
I can't change here for obvious reasons, but I have another form. I...in a past life, was a goddess. The Goddess of Flame and War. The name Mars, as the Romans refer to him, came from legends about me. I can draw on her strength and become her. It's why Yosuke told me about Personas and your world. He saw me transform and fight when we first arrived, and it seemed fair to him to share that part of himself. And it's not fair of me to hide that when I know your secret.
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She takes a sip of the tea before setting it down.] I wasn't expecting that, of all things. Well done, Rei-san.
Please don't take this as me assuming you aren't telling the truth-- you wouldn't be the first god I've met, after all-- but do you have any evidence to support your claim?
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As I said, I can't shift forms in public, I prefer to keep my identity to myself to protect both myself and my friends should an enemy arrive from home. However, yes, I can show you a vision of my previous life.
[She holds out her hand and touches Naoto's.]
It's true. You'll have to trust your detective's intuition that I'm not lying when I say this, but I can't alter memory and I'll not do anything to harm you with this. I wouldn't, and this is safe.
[Naoto should get a sense of perfect sincerity. There's nothing in Rei that's untrue, and she's not a great liar even when she wants to be.
If she doesn't pull away from Rei's hand, she'll receive a vision of several things from Rei's perspective. Phobos and Deimos Castle on Mars, the halls of the Moon Palace in the Sea of Serenity, and perhaps most importantly a speech from Queen Serenity proclaiming the Princesses of the Inner Planets as the royal guard to her daughter and giving them their titles. The Goddesses of Wisdom, Love, War, and Protection. The sense of it all is very grand, very...ancient, and very solid and real. After that, it fades into more ephemeral things, battles mostly, displays of power and strength, feats on ancient battlefields and heroics in a modern day Japanese city after dark.
When it ends, Rei pulls back.]
That's my proof. Memories, freely given.
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The flashes she sees, though, are far from what she was expecting, and when they're done, she yanks her hand out of Rei's like she's been burned, her expression simultaneously severe and stunned.] --what was that?
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Memories of my past life. That's me, and my companions.
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I saw-- it looked like Tokyo, but I can't be sure. But it was certainly a modern city.
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[And Passion but those haven't manifested yet.]
I learned to share memories here, actually. Through a spell I learned from a tutor. Someone who's now gone. It uses the same source as my divinity, but...definitely not originating from it.
[She paused, nodding again.]
It was Tokyo. I grew up there. My powers manifested in the modern day, in this lifetime, when I was fourteen.
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I imagine that makes for a difficult adolescence.
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But you have it right. Yes. I am her reincarnation. Living in secret in Tokyo, at least for now.
[The blunt statement gets an open, cheerful laugh.]
And you could say that. The enemies of my past life certainly made it that way. But they're all gone now.
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--for that matter, was it actually a matter of heritage? Some sort of ancient bloodline that you would have inherited... or just simply a matter of random chance that the reincarnation chose your parents' child?
I apologize for the questions, but as I'm sure you understand, it's... ah... certainly a unique situation your life is in.
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[Casually, she flicks a finger against her teacup, making a tinny, chiming sound.]
As for that, I have no idea. My bloodline has a long history, but my grandfather doesn't know I'm Mars. He will in time, but protecting him was more important.
And you have nothing to apologize for, I opened myself up for a reason.
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I assume, then, that they consider your family members targets as well?
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