He knows this place, he knows Cerealia. He knows CERES, and he recognizes ViViD, and he knows that things tend to get a Bit Weird, but—
—the bodies are. A bit much.
He flinches visibly, hand clapped over his mouth to keep himself from saying something unseemly or screaming, that too. These things are so cold and so disturbingly lifelike that he can hardly believe they're fake... but they are, aren't they? They're too smooth, too hollow.
Scrambling, Atsushi tries to dislodge himself from a particularly stubborn tangle of limbs, all the while whispering: ]
What is he supposed to... do with this??? He's utterly lost here, he has no idea what the hell happened to CERES or the entire structure of this place, but whatever— this person might have some sort of clue, right? If they're running for some sort of position, they must be able to explain something to him...!
So hes wandering around in search of this dude, and he'll turn to whoever is closest, brandish this pamphlet, and ask with an obvious degree of timidity: ]
Ah, um... sorry, do you happen to know who this is...?
WILDCARD.
[ wildcard option! hit me up with weather things, feel free to save atsushi from a scary pleasure district robot— he needs all the help he can get, lbr. ]
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[ Atsushi knows this place.
He knows this place, he knows Cerealia. He knows CERES, and he recognizes ViViD, and he knows that things tend to get a Bit Weird, but—
—the bodies are. A bit much.
He flinches visibly, hand clapped over his mouth to keep himself from saying something unseemly or screaming, that too. These things are so cold and so disturbingly lifelike that he can hardly believe they're fake... but they are, aren't they? They're too smooth, too hollow.
Scrambling, Atsushi tries to dislodge himself from a particularly stubborn tangle of limbs, all the while whispering: ]
Pretend they're radishes, pretend they're radishes, pretend they're radishes...
[ ???? ok atsushi ]
PHASE III : VOTE FOR PEDRO
[ So. Okay. Now Atsushi has a pamphlet.
What is he supposed to... do with this??? He's utterly lost here, he has no idea what the hell happened to CERES or the entire structure of this place, but whatever— this person might have some sort of clue, right? If they're running for some sort of position, they must be able to explain something to him...!
So hes wandering around in search of this dude, and he'll turn to whoever is closest, brandish this pamphlet, and ask with an obvious degree of timidity: ]
Ah, um... sorry, do you happen to know who this is...?
WILDCARD.
[ wildcard option! hit me up with weather things, feel free to save atsushi from a scary pleasure district robot— he needs all the help he can get, lbr. ]