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Who: CERES & you
When: ooc: 03/22-03/25; ic: 12/09-12/10
Where: Cerealia's Entertainment District
What: OVERFLOW OF THE INTRO LOG
Rating/Warning: PG-13 | possibly nsfw (please let us know if you need this rating changed, or you are welcome to continue any naughty shenanigans in a private log)

//event011.EXE The Gifts that Keeps on Giving ((You)) Nightmares It's been a whole month without any new arrivals. Who knows why? If you ask CERES, they won't bother with any in-depth explanations. They will simply claim that none of the code out there has been responding to their recovery methods, so they had to rework a lot of their technology. However, after several weeks of grueling work, they have finally experienced success! A fresh new batch of faces is coming in, and to celebrate their arrival and the real upcoming holidays, CEO Julius Vincere has arranged for a Christmas-themed carnival for all to enjoy. Those who arrive will wake up in Cerealia and be given a long, boring explanation and powerpoint as per usual before being ushered onto a bus (there is no escape. The robots will force you onto the bus one way or another). You will be unwillingly carted to the theme park where you will be immediately assaulted by a giant array of lights followed by several rides that you can enjoy. After you disembark from the bus, one of the snowman robots will be waiting to give you tickets to the rides and show you around as part of the Grand Opening. The amusement park will remain open for the rest of the month of December so anyone can visit as they please. The first couple tickets will also be on the house for new arrivals, but the rest will have to be bought with credits, so choose wisely! (Or try and sneak into the rides -- then face the wrath of the snowman robots and their snowman firearms :D) "☃ WELCOME NEW ARRIVALS ❅ YOU HAVE ARRIVED AT THE SANTASTICAL FOREST OF CHRISTMAS WONDERS ❅ PLEASE ENJOY ALL THE RIDES CEO JULIUS VINCERE HAS HAND-PICKED FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT ❅ WE WISH TO BRING YOU MERRY FEELINGS FOR THE HOLIDAY ❅ COME GIVE SNOWTRON 5000 A HUG ❅ WHAT? YOU DON'T WANT ONE ❅ BUT I WAS PROGRAMMED TO CONVEY HUGGING AS LOVE THROUGH AFFECTION ❅ PLEASE DON'T RUN ❅ COME BAAAAACK, VISITOR ❅"

//SCENARIOS.EXE PHASE I [ xxxx ] Do you like ferris wheels? This is an enchanting one where you get to ride around in a giant snowflake at a very limited speed. The wheel will turn excruciatingly slow before stopping abruptly, leaving you trapped at the very top. We hope you're not afraid of heights because you're going to be in there for a while! The windows on the snowflake will rapidly darken leaving you and your fellow riders trapped in the darkness. At that moment, you will feel something warm breathing down your neck and along the back of your ear. As you reach over, you'll feel like the chair underneath you is made of snakeskin, and a hissing sound will intensify as the "chair" squirms and as the breathing gets louder and hotter. Scrabble at the doors, fight your way out! Will you escape or not? Probably not, but the experience will last only a good five minutes before the lights come back on and before the ferris wheel starts moving again. The chair will appear as normal, and there will be no one else inside except any fellow riders who came with you. PHASE II [ xxxx ] If the ferris wheel didn't "do it" for you, then perhaps a fun house will? If you're a fan, that is! This Christmas-themed funhouse features a wonderful walk through a snowy forest convered in singing reindeer. The more you walk through, the more you will notice things like within the distorted mirrors, there will briefly appear strange specters. You will also hear a bunch of howling in the background, and while you may think that you're safe since they're trapped behind a mirror, you are very wrong. The lights will go out once more, and you will hear the mirrors shatter all around and feel yourself being grabbed and hurled to the ground. Whatever is coming for you is something you can't see, but it's advancing fast with impressive strength to hurl you back once more. You will feel pain erupt through your body before an engineer will appear to get the lights back on. Once they're back on, the reindeer will be happily singing, and all the mirrors will appear as they were before -unbroken. PHASE III [ xxxx ] After those interesting adventures, another option would be to simply visit the rocking santacoaster, a large, sprawling roller coaster that reaches 150 mph. You will be strapped into a sled and be shot through the tracks where you can scream and cry all you want except once you reach the tunnel, everything will come to a sudden stop (whiplash pending). You and the other riders will be in there for a few minutes, surrounded by a dozen santas as they start to fly out from the tunnel walls, carrying swords and swooping down to take a swipe at you. You better duck or be prepared to be cut up by their blades. The rollercoaster will abruptly resume, and when you reach the end, you might notice some bleeding, a little bit of hair missing, or some clothes shred up. If you ask the snowman robots about it, they will just shrug and claim they don't know what you're talking about. Please go enjoy a snowcone on the house! PHASE IV [ xxxx ] The Christmas whirl will be your last stop for the evening! This is a ride that goes round and round and round while tilting. Everyone will be strapped into it while standing up and forced to hold on as it spins, and somewhere in the midst of the spinning, the ride will suddenly malfunction. Yes, big surprise there! But it won't stop spinning. It will just be a rockier ride, and you will seemingly enter a new space where you will be among the stars and seeing planets all around you. Your own home planet will be amongst them before it breaks open like an egg and out crawls a friendly visitor. If you get bit by it, you will spend the rest of the day and night experiencing an array of possible symptoms, including: a voracious appetite, a fear of light, the urge to 'mate' with anyone who smells especially good, heightened senses, the ability to climb on all kinds of surfaces, irritability and crankiness... (( you don't have to experience them all. you can pick and choose which one you like. )) BONUS [ whyo'clock ] What's that jingling you hear in the background? Why, it's Santa Clause! Coming here all the way from the North Pole. The park will stop, and all the snowman robots will gather in the square, ushering along as many people as possible. Santa-Bot X-3 will be seated on his chair to welcome all visitors to sit on his metaphorical lap and tell him what they want for Christmas. He will then give them a nicely wrapped present and tell them that it's exactly what they asked for, but they can't open it until they get home. For those who can't wait and choose to open it quickly, they will get some nice treats from Mundus Caelestis. But beware! Those who do take this gift home will experience a weird after-effect as the lovely red and white toy will come to life on its own and hop out of the box that evening to try and violently electrocute the owner. The other one is completely harmless. [ Remember to apply proper warnings on threads with trigger-y or inappropriate material and do let a mod know if your thread careens off into maiming or canoodling so we can lock the log. ]

//RUN.EXE Welcome to CEREALIA's latest intro post For your convenience, we have compiled a post detailing what's going on right here and feel free to consult the FAQ if needed. Please leave any lingering questions in the OOC post, and we'll answer them as soon as we can. If this post goes into overflow, we will make a new one to deal with the ever-hated captcha! Worry not!

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souza samonji | touken ranbu

[prehensible]

around the park;
[ souza.. hasn't truly formed an opinion of this place yet. maybe he's still trying to process all of it, but to be fair--even given his standards these days--it's been a lot for him to deal with. masterless once more, supposedly helping to save his world.. again.. and now this? this is the strangest war effort he's ever seen, and while he's been a trophy for most of his life, that doesn't mean he hasn't seen war-camps. especially lately.

still, he can be found wandering the park, watching the rides with frank admiration--isn't it amazing how times have changed since he was forged?--and exploring the various offerings. he's.. pretty hard to miss, really, given that he's sort of cotton-candy-colored and carrying a sword. he's also seemingly interested in everything, and if someone seems approachable enough, he might very politely ask about.. the robots or the rides or the food or basically anything he's currently puzzled about. take your pick tbh.

at least this is better than the theater. .... yeah okay. ]


bonus;
[ he still doesn't quite understand this holiday. there's an awful lot of red involved, and apparently presents are somehow a part of it, but that's about the extent of his understanding. his first thought upon receiving a gift of his own is to deny it, of course, because surely it's a mistake-- he's a sword. swords aren't supposed to be given frivolous gifts, and it reminds him a little too much of belonging to some of his less fondly-remembered owners. still, it looks like everyone is receiving something, regardless of who or what they are, so souza doesn't protest. perhaps someone else will like.. whatever this is.

.. but what if it's dangerous? or unpleasant? what if it's completely unsuitable? he stares down at the box in his hands a little dubiously, lower lip caught between his teeth as he considers his options. he could just give it away and hope for the best, couldn't he? it's supposed to be exactly what he wants, though, and for the life of him, he can't imagine what that could be. the only things he wants is a good owner and to have sayo here with he and kousetsu, and neither of them could fit in a box this small. (well, sayo couldn't any longer, anyway.) --if he opens it to check its contents, he could always re-wrap it later, couldn't he? and who knows, if it really is something he especially likes, perhaps he'll keep it.

heaving a sigh, he carefully works open the paper and lid.. and then freezes, blinking down at its contents in baffled surprise. what..?

he pauses, then lifts the striped shaft out of the box, tilting it this way and that, brows lifting as he tries to imagine what it might be for. giving up, he at last turns to someone nearby, head tilting faintly, mismatched eyes surprisingly innocent for someone waving around a dildo. ]

.. I'm sorry, but do you know what this might be..?


ota;
[ or hit me with your own scenario! ]

bonus;

[deontology]

[That hair is familiar, and immediately he moves towards it. Time is weird here, and people phase in and out weirdly as well, but he recognizes that hair, and later, that face, and--

... And that...dildo............]

Souza.

[A sigh, slow and a little long-suffering.]

Throw that away.

[Is this...what he's signed up for.......... sword protecting, does that mean protecting the innocence of swords too...]

this is your life, sousei, these are your choices

[prehensible]

[ souza's expression lights up at the sound of his name in a familiar voice, and he turns to offer a bright, warm smile. ]

Sousei-san. [ the comment earns a puzzled blink, though, and he glances down at the device in his hand. what's so unpleasant about it that it needs to be discarded..? ] What is it meant to do?

[ it looks useless. he's not even getting started on the weird rubbery ring still left in the box. ]

he has so many regrets right now

[deontology]

[Sousei hesitates at that, staring at the dildo in Souza's hand. ... ... ... ...

... ... ...mmmmmnahhhhh]

If you are so curious, you can ask Tenka later. For now, it is unsafe to bring anything from this place to our home.

[He pretty much got the down low on Souza living with them from Tenka already so.]

around the park

[sunshrouded]

[Because avoiding the hot mess that is Tenka and Souza and Questionable Items--

Tenka blinks as he notices the familiar figure. Then he smiles widely. Sure, his memories are a little vague at this point but he distinctly remembers the warm feeling of a hand in his and offering to give someone else a new home. (He probably woke up this morning wondering why the apartment was so empty.)

That makes it kind of really easy for him to try to catch Souza's attention with an absurdly friendly wave and a giant grin.]

Sooouuuuza-kun!

[He throws an arm around his shoulders easily and-]

Hey!! Let's go home!

[Tenka never changes.]

[prehensible]

[ right can you imagine the two of them trying to figure out what it was for--

souza catches the wave out of the corner of his eye, turning just in time to see that bright smile and his name in a voice he'd half thought he'd imagined. but no, tenka-san is a real person, as difficult as it is to believe. and his reaction to souza had been startling, amazing. (if only souza's owners had been like this man.)

he returns the smile, bright and warm, accepting the arm around him with a little hum of laughter. ]

So soon, Tenka-san? Are you not enjoying yourself? [ slender fingers lift, tucking a few dark strands of hair away from the human's face. ]

[sunshrouded]

[tenka would deeply consider trying to eat it

Still though, Tenka is utterly undaunted. The gentle nature and returned touchiness of the other man just managed to further convince him that yes, this is the Souza that he remembers through the fog of his memories. Just the same, Tenka throws basically all of his trust at him blindly and readily. Still though, he shakes his head at the question.]

It's all a bit dangerous here, Souza-kun.... You looked like you were enjoying it though, so I guess we can stick around a bit longer if you really want. The future is amazing, isn't it?!

[That much, Tenka can understand entirely. He's always been utterly fascinated with progress.]

around the park

[allfortheclan]

[ Shirasu is heading through the festival, carnival, thing, on his way back to his apartment to get a new shirt. As a Fuuma, he doesn't feel the cold the way a normal human would, but even he is chilled walking around bare-chested.

But he recognizes the look on the pink-haired person's face -- he hadn't shown his awe so openly, but he had felt it, nonetheless. The traditional style of dress isn't an absolute indication of time period or nationality (or planet?) but Shirasu has an intuition that this person might be as much of a fish out of water among all this technology as he had felt. ]

Amazing, isn't it?

[ Pauses in his clothing quest to step up beside this person, pleasant and zen. ]

[prehensible]

[ souza's gaze lowers from the rollercoaster at the voice beside him, mismatched gaze catching shirasu's as a warm, startled smile curves his mouth. he dips into a polite bow, nodding as he rises again. ]

It certainly is. I've been around a long time-- [ despite appearances ] --but advances in technology never fail to impress me.

[ he hums out a quiet laugh, gently self-mocking, a hand lifting to tuck a few bright strands of hair from his face. ]

.. Not that I understand much of it. I fear I'm still a blade first, everything else second. [ and as a blade, well, he understands what he was forged to do. other things are secondary. .. though he's good at housework and chores around the keep lately, at least. he likes the mindlessness of cleaning and laundry. ]

[allfortheclan]

[ Shirasu bows in return. ]

A blade? [ The person -- a man, now, he thinks, based on the voice -- is startlingly pretty, almost inhumanly so. Shirasu hones in on the word choice, thinking it sounds very familiar. ]

Are you a warrior? [ Gestures respectfully toward his sword. ]

slam dunks in here around the park

[bakudanma]

<sub>[ He's running as fast as he can. Something must be urgent— dire. Was somebody in trouble? It seemed like it could be that way, perhaps with how tense he looked in the face.

However, on his way to where ever he was going, he crashes right into this pink haired guy who seemed to be gawking idly at a ride.

Oh. You have a sword? He also has a sword. Glad we can have something in common.
Anyway, he goes tumbling to the ground, and clenches his fists together as he lies on the ground in a cloud of dust. ]</sub>

S-So close... I— my journey has been cut short. I.. I'm not going to make it.
_{[ he's talking to himself more than anything. ]}

oh my god shakes head

[prehensible]

[ the only thing that keeps souza from being knocked right off his feet entirely is the fact that he's accustomed these days to enemies that vastly out-weigh him and outstrip his height. as it is, he does stagger, catching himself on the fencing surrounding the ride, wide eyes turning to the muttering stranger on the ground.

what.. on earth..?

he hesitates, then moves to crouch neatly by him, folding his arms over the tops of his thighs and peering down at the dejected figure. ]

.. Are you all right?

[bakudanma]

I-it's there, but I'm not going to make it.

_{[ turns, coughcoughhaaaaack. When was this a dying scene?? He isn't injured? He's sitting on his butt, legs stretched out and half of his body turned to face Souza.
He grasps on of this stranger's arm. ]}

T-Tell my family I won't be home for Christmas, a-and—
Tell the clean up crew I am so sorry.

<sub>[ ??? with that, he musters enough strength to stand and stagger forward a little bit before...
chucking all of the yakisoba he ate all over the ground.

The garbage can was probably abut 2 yards away. Tragic. ]</sub>

more shenans for the park!

[souredsweet]

[The shenanigans in which Kaoru totally recognizes this gentle pink guy and his Ye Olde curiosity about -- some weird food item?? Kaoru doesn't actually know what it is, since most fried foods look the same... Is it a dough ball? A double deep fried corndog? A straight-up slab of butter?? We just don't know.]

—It seems to be some sort of dessert? It smells sweet, at the very least.

[It is, in fact, a funnel cake. Delicious mountains of powdered sugar...]

Ah, but it's good to see you again, sir.

[prehensible]

[ he remembers that voice, and as he gets a good look at kaoru's face, he remembers this person altogether. ]

Oh! [ he offers a bright, warm smile, bobbing his head in a polite nod. ] It's nice to see you again, too. First movies and now all of this, hm? [ he glances around himself, expression a little rueful. ] They certainly seem to like distracting us..

[ still, he accepts a sample from the vendor to try, splitting it and offering out the other half to kaoru. ]

.. Would you like to try it?

[souredsweet]

[Returning the smile! Gosh, what a pleasant guy, that... sword.]

Ah, you've already noticed? [Which is said in a mildly teasing tone because really, who wouldn't notice after a certain point. Distractions, friend. Distractions everywhere...

But then, looking surprised by the offer! NO... GREASY FOODS ARE AWFUL every single time. Every single time. Still, it would also be rude to turn this offer down?! Why do these situations happen... why is being polite such a pain. Kaoru, like Sisyphus, is bound to politeness hell.]

If you don't mind, I'd like to. Thank you for the offer, sir. [Reaching for the other half! ...But waiting until Souza takes a bite first.]

WHY NOT BOTH??????? no everyone's answered the dildo question by now

[treasuresunclothed]

[ Sinbad has passed by the pink-haired man looking at everything in wonder, the sight never failing to make him smile. All the new arrivals seemed to have had a couple of free tickets given to them, so why wasn't he using them? Or had he, already, on little booth games and the like...?

Well. Third time's the charm and when he runs into Souza one more time, he'll stop to chat with him about the rides. Sinbad is warm and friendly, matching other peoples' pace with his tone and volume, so for Souza he'll be a little less raucous. ]

They gave you some tickets, didn't they? Like these. [ He'll produce a big ol' handful because he has no sense of budgeting and he wants to be able to treat people!! ] You can ride the rides in exchange for these! I paid for mine so it's something of an equivalent exchange, but I'll treat you to a few if you wanted to try them all. Do you not want to go on them alone?

what a great gift it was

[prehensible]

[ he startles a little at the voice abruptly at his side, turning wide, mismatched eyes on the stranger. he blinks once and the surprise fades into simple, gentle warmth, and a moment later he turns properly to offer a polite bow. as he rises, though, he shakes his head. ]

Oh, no, it's nothing like that. [ he laughs at the appearance of the pile of tickets, brightly amused and charmed by the offer. ] I gave mine to a young girl who was out. They seemed a bit wasted on a weapon.

[ but it seems as if people the people in charge don't quite understand what he is. or else, they don't know what to do with him yet. ]

tis the season after all. next stop: easter bunny buttplugs

[treasuresunclothed]

[ Oh— Sinbad is a little surprised with the bow and returns it perfectly, at the same depth and posture. A cultural thing? He's good at mimicking those. It was only polite, of course. He smiles wider though when his tickets cause the other man to laugh, and he breaks a few off to offer. ]

That was kind of you! I'll give some to the children I see around as well. But you really shouldn't miss out, weapon or no. How about the large wheel to start? It seems nice and easy to figure out.

[ But the rollercoaster seems the best, to be honest. How exciting!! How did it stay on the tracks going upside down? It's a fushigi mystery he wants to get to the bottom of.

He also flawlessly accepts the mention of being a weapon. He's known many people who claimed to be such, or were beaten into the thought of being only a weapon or a tool for others to use. Such things were common where he came from, not that he indulged or believed in any of it. He'd saved many of those people who were abused and trodden on all their lives when he created his own country, taking in refugees from all over the world. Exiled princes and street brats coexisted and drank and ate together with smiles on their faces in Sindria. His ideals didn't change even in this strange new place. ]

around zee park

[allthreefourths]

[ cotton candy colored and holding a sword indeed. hiccup's not holding onto a sword himself (that's retracted and strapped to his leg), but he is being trailed by a certain medium-sized black dragon, and both are looking around curiously much like souza is. however... they've gotten some things down from their wandering around the park, and that's that things might not exactly be as fun as they appear to be.

so, when hiccup notices a said cotton candy colored sword-wielder looking up at the potential death trap that is the rollercoaster? he's going to come on over, dragon in tow. ]

Iii wouldn't go on that if I were you.

[ assuming that's what souza was considering. ]

oh my god

[prehensible]

Oh-- really? Is it that unpl-- [ he turns as he speaks to find the owner of the voice, and his own dries up in shock when he realizes what he's looking at. is that..? something like a tiny, shocked yelp tries to escape his lips, and he claps both hands over them, freezing himself to the spot to keep from taking a step back.

that is definitely a dragon trailing behind this young man like a well-trained puppy. some hysterical part of souza wants to point it out (excuse me, sir, but did you realize that you've attracted a stray--?), but the urge quickly fades as he realizes that not only is said dragon very well-behaved, but he seems to be wearing gear of some sort. so.. goodness, is he really this boy's.. pet? friend? partner?

hands lowering, resting against his chest instead, he manages a slightly shaky, embarrassed laugh. ]

Oh dear, I'm sorry, I just-- I wasn't expecting to see your friend.

around the park!

[hoasen]

[Someone here is needing a bit of a break from all the park action she's been witnessing today, so she's taking a walk. All the madness aside, the park itself is beautiful, wonderfully decked up for the holiday season.

There's a very colourful man in front of her during her stroll, bearing a sword (by now, she's no longer surprised because she saw someone with a giant spear), and he was looking at something? Wonder what it is?

She moves over to stand next to him (not too close though), to look too.]

[prehensible]

[ he's actually watching people make.. cotton-candy. (aha.) he glances up as he catches sight of her in his periphery, though, offering a warm smile and a polite little nod. ]

It's very pretty, isn't it? Like little clouds.

[ and it's a very familiar set of colours... ]

Re: souza samonji | touken ranbu

[crayne]

[ my, my, from a place where pictures move on walls to a place where everything moves. he's not sure which one is more jarring, but hey, at least there's a recurring theme happening here. things that move 2: move harder, etc. though if he had to pick between this and the movies, he'd pick whatever this is hands-down. for all of the upsetting fighting happening in tunnels and awkward phenomenon happening at the top of giant spinning wheels, at least what's happening here is mostly physically upsetting. the mental upsets are worse and harder to deal with-- these are easier to avoid and to even enjoy on some level.

(of course, tsurumaru's tried every single ride upon setting foot here, because that's just kind of what he does. after all, how can you surprise others if you haven't already been thoroughly surprised yourself? for his time, he's grabbed a whole bunch of fun knick-knacks, including a long string of christmas lights that he filched from the tree. don't ask him how-- he just did, and is now so much more sparkly for it.)

out of the crowd, he looks for two familiar faces in particular-- a hair of cotton candy pink and a hair of raspberry slushie blue (you don't sit in a museum case for two hundred years without learning something about human culture, okay, even if it is brats pressing their grimy hands against the glass and where all that grime comes from). call it out of a misguided sense of protectiveness, because he is the oldest one here, but also just the prospect of being able to find them in this crowd is a pleasant enough of a surprise, one that he doesn't mind working for a little.

so it's with a bright grin when he spots just the right shade of pink, flamingo-ing his way past a bunch of food stands. though there's nothing about being in a big honking white kimono that particularly ups his camouflage stats, somehow he manages to slink through the crowd mostly undetected, right up until he flings his arms up behind souza with a loud cackle--

and tosses strings upon strings of christmas lights all over him. ]

Sou-kun, dear, you look brighter than the tree. [ popping out around souza's side, he claps his hands gleefully. ] People are soon going to start placing presents under you.

WHY THIS

[prehensible]

[ honestly, souza should've known better from the start not to let his guard down. every sword in the citadel knows tsurumaru's unfortunate fondness for surprises, and have at some point been a victim of one of them. and when he'd lost sight of the older sword-spirit, he'd known that at some point, he'd be subjected to one of them. even so, he'd been so intrigued and charmed by the park and all its interesting contraptions that he'd utterly forgotten about him for a little while.

at least until there's a very sudden and slightly terrifying cackle behind him. souza jumps, letting out a startled, breathless shriek, and suddenly finds himself wound in.. electric lights? for a moment, it doesn't make any sense, his brain still trying to connect the dots-- but then he turns to stare wide-eyed at the white-clad blade. ]

Tsurumaru-san--! [ he clutches a hand to his chest, breathing out a shaky sigh. ] Honestly, you're incorrigible. [ he starts to untangle himself carefully, winding the lights as he goes, before dropping the whole thing around tsurumaru's neck like a necklace. ] I think I'm the wrong colour for this Christmas thing.. It suits you more.