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« 011 ⇢ event011.exe » OVERFLOW
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)
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
 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)
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//SCENARIOS.EXE
PHASE I [ xx PHASE II [ xx PHASE III [ xx PHASE IV [ xx BONUS [ why[ 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. ] |
xx ] 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.
//RUN.EXE
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Noiz; DMMD; OPEN
[It's not that he particularly liked Ferris wheels - or that he loathed them, really. But when you were inexplicably dragged from your world - a world that, according to one of the shittiest power point presentations he'd ever seen was now gone - to what looked like Platinum Jail on steroids, you started to want some answers. And when you could find none on your eye level, you had to start looking somewhere else - somewhere higher.
'Sides, he was in an amusement park. He might as well try and amuse himself while working to figure out what the hell was going on. He wasn't in any particular rush, anyway; for what it was worth, he actually rather liked the look of the place - modern and techy, reminiscent of Rhyme.
Oh, and they sold fast food in some of the stands.
... He should have just stayed at the stands.
The nerve-grating slowness of the Ferris wheel was enough to draw a series of evenly paced tongue clicks and groans from the blonde. Really. The sloweness was enough to make the ride shitty - the blackout and the noises that followed weren't even needed to ruin his already apathetic mood.
And the chair hissing under his ass was definitely overkill.]
Tch.
[But he stands up on reflex anyway, fist pulled back for the briefest moment. An inhale, an exhale, and he releases a strike towards the hissing noises - and probably towards you, if you were unfortunate enough to be anywhere in the chair's general direction.
He's not sure if it's an actual snake or just some fucked up special effects trick at this point, but in either case, a good punch is never the wrong solution.]
during phase III
[When the crazed mechanical santas started their equally crazed series of assaults at the hapless crowd of roller-coaster goers, many passengers wasted no time shielding their heads and ducking as much as their sitting position would allow. That... was kind of the sensible thing to do, after all, when a mechanical mockery of a Christmas icon was out for your blood.
Yeah. Well, Noiz didn't get the memo.
When the assaults began, he stayed put, one arm raised to meet the blades as if in invitation. He was calm, quiet, and to anyone able to read expressions past the basics, curious as he waited for the inevitable impact.
Why?
... Why not?]
Come on.
[He was curious to see if he still bled.]
after phase III
[... So. It turned out that he did still bleed, despite the possible attempts by his fellow riders to stop his eccentric little test. That was interesting to know, certainly - it went to show that either this virtual reality was more advanced than most things he'd seen, or that it was not as virtual as they'd been made to believe.
Either way, he still didn't feel pain.
Which was probably why, when the ride was about to come to an end and the attacks ceased, he wasn't in any particular hurry to patch himself up despite the many, many cuts he'd received as a reminder of what happens when you don't dodge a sharp damn blade coming towards your face. He didn't mind them, really, and the only reason he reached towards his pocket to fish out a handkerchief was that it'd be mildly annoying if the blood clotted on his skin.
In fact, he minded so little, that when he couldn't find a handkerchief in his pocket as he'd expected, he didn't even bother to turn to look at what he reached for next. He felt a cloth of some sort brush against his fingers and absent-mindedly yanked it to start cleaning his arm.
... What? That was your hem, sleeve or other such article?
No big deal. You'll get it back after he's done, nicely red - and wet.
Come on, admit it; the old colour was boring, anyway.]
other
[Food.
... Food he didn't recognize - it wasn't pizza, pasta or any variation thereof - But still food. He wanted all of it.
But there was so much of it, and he couldn't really decide where to begin. And in his defense, usually he didn't really have to decide; for one reason or another, he'd always had the money needed to just buy things on a whim. And yes, he is tempted to do the same here - and it's not really worry that stops him so much as it is him wondering whether or not he'll like the taste of all this stuff here - and what to ask for when ordering.
That's when he spots you, and his brows raise when an idea plants itself in his head.]
Hey, you- [He takes a step closer, nodding towards whatever food item it is you're holding.] ... What's that?
during phase III to start
But who gets on a roller coaster expecting to be attacked by mechanical Santas? Hide will never be able to think of the golly old man from the stories again without thinking about the sounds of the Santa-bots 'ho-ho-ho-ing' as they attempt to take his head off.
He ducks down as much as he can to avoid the brunt of the attacks. Despite this, he can feel his places on his arms opening up in small, tender cuts. And one of the Santa-bots comes close to taking an inch off his hair.
Out of the corner of his eye he sees something move in front of him. A hand. Reaching out. The guy in front of him must be crazy to be sticking his limbs out like that. He could lose his entire arm.]
What the hell do you think you're doing? [His tone is a blend of genuine worry and 'are you kidding me'.]
Yush!
But, okay, whatever. He glances over his shoulder anyway, one eyebrow cocked like the guy behind him was the one not making any sense.]
... Isn't it obvious? [There's a slight edge of mockery in his tone, and there's absolutely no sign of him planning to lower his arm the slightest bit - not even now when he's not even looking in its direction to make sure it doesn't get chopped off. Because, you know, someone was bothering him. Priorities.]
Waiting for the blades.
[Really, it was pretty obvious.]
I have a feeling there will be so much italics in this thread
Except in this case, he's speaking out as one genuinely concerned person to one seemingly insane person. It's really what anyone would do, right? And yes, he does know what the guy is doing. Perhaps it would have been better to phrase his question with a why would you even.
His expression clearly indicates how lacking he finds the guy's response.]
Why? Are you that desperate to lose a limb?
Re: I have a feeling there will be so much italics in this thread
So he cocks a brow and continues with the conversation despite himself.] ... Are you serious? As if something like this could take my limb. [The mocking tone is gone now, replaced by one that suggests the concept is nothing short of hysterical.] I'm not that weak.
[Noiz glances at his arm, flexing his fingers in anticipation.]
... Just want to see if I'll bleed.
[It's not as morbid as it sounds, he promises.]
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Maybe if he hadn't have been so focused on the guy in front of him, he would have had more time to evade. A moment that could have turned into a teaching moment ends up a moot point as he's immediately craning his head back up to look at the guy.]
Something like this? [He's honestly amazed by this guy's lunacy.] You mean the real sharp swords that are slicing through the air above us? The swords that are perfectly capable of cutting through flesh?
[He's left speechless for a long moment. What is wrong with this guy?]
Trust me. You will bleed. All over the place. And then I'll have to drag your bleeding ass to the hospital.
[Have some consideration.]
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But while the other guy dodges to avoid the blades entirely, Noiz just yanks himself backwards only a bit - leaving his arm on the mercy of the blades. And as one would expect, that leads to a lot of cuts, gashes and scratches left behind on his flesh. And, what do you know, the stranger was right; he did bleed. All over the place.
But it still didn't hurt. Not even here.]
... Tch. [He lowers himself back to sitting position, regarding his palm with disappointment.] So you were right. [He says that absentmindedly, glancing behind him only briefly.] Looks like this place is real, then.
[As he says that, another sword heads towards the back of his head.
Sorry, no consideration for your trouble here, stranger.]
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If Noiz happens to look back, he'll find Hide giving him a very pointed look that screams 'I told you so'.]
I can see that. [Only then does it register that the man had done the thing to see if this place is real. His jaw hangs open just a little.] Have you never heard of pinching yourself? That's how you check if something is real or not.
[While speaking, he happens to glance up and notice the sword that's aiming for the man's head.]
Duck!
after phase iii!
Talk about insult to injury. ]
Oi, what's your deal?!
[ Aoba recoils almost instantly, but the damage has been dealt, his sleeve coming away bright in visceral luridness, staining red from wrist to halfway up his forearm like he'd stuck his limb in a blender just to discombobulate his nerves from his flayed skin and subsequently deal with the horrific fallout.
It's not like a (torn) puffy jacket has any apparel-wise benefits anymore, never mind the fringe benefits of a quick scrub, but that's legitimately unsanitary?! Also disgusting, to be honest, but that revelation's not so much an afterthought as it is the defining moment of this encounter.
But the ski hat is a dead giveaway as well as the main deterrent staying his hand. Aoba gets mental whiplash when he eventually glances up at him, slow-burning realization streaking an incoherent path through his eyes. He snags onto the jerk's arm with a sudden lurch, fingers embedding in ripped fabric with every intention to either turn the nerd over to the authorities or verify his actual existence. In any case, one or the other. It could be both, though.
Probably. ]
... Noiz?
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Alas, it was always the voice with this guy.]
... Oh.
[He was surprised. Of course he was - but neither his face nor tone betrayed that any, as he turned to regard the guy like they'd just ran into each other during a Sunday shopping trip.]
Aoba.
[He let slip the guy's name in response, with a tone befitting someone discussing the blueness of the sky. It was a perfect contrast to Aoba's own frantic tone, and there was no reason to think the contrast wasn't deliberate.]
... You were in the ride too?
[Because clearly, that's what he's supposed to be asking after being reunited with someone from his world that, according to what he'd been told, was all but gone now. Yes. Yep. Made sense. ... In all honesty, though, it was sort of alarming - and equally frustrating - that he hadn't notice Aoba in there. He'd need to make sure he wouldn't let the guy slip his radar the second time.]
other!
Of course he’d been punk’d. ]
It’s takoyaki. [ He’s giving Noiz this look like, bro what rock did you crawl out from? But he’s got a piece halfway up to his mouth and several more arranged neatly in their little paper boat, oozing with sauce and mayonnaise and the tough, artificial taste of something that might or might not be octopus, damn these robot cooks.
But that nurturing side of him dragged out the rest of Koujaku’s little statement: ]
What, you hungry or something?