Who: Everyone ever.
When: ooc: 10/30 to 11/04 ; ic: 09/26 to 09/28
Where: Cerealia - all five districts.
What: Clowns, Murder, Outrage and One Direction.
Happy Halloween :D
Rating/Warning: PG-13 to R. [ image within includes brief flash of scary clowns, scroll down quickly if you don't want to see it! ]
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Queen of the Mountain
It's morning when the lights go out completely. Not a single one remains on except the glow of the device and whatever flashlights anyone bothered to stock up on. However, a single hologram in the Shopping District broadcasts along a billboard for a Very Important Announcement. After that, you hear a song so tender and beautiful that it must have been composed by angels at the dawn of time.
"Baby, you light up my world like nobody else. The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed… "
When you go outside to investigate, a friendly clown will be inside a stolen(?) ice cream truck, looking to get all your attention before he talks through the speaker on the truck.
"Greetings, Cerealians! It's nice of you to join us at last. Are you worried about the power coming back? Oh, I'm sure CERES is working on it now. Rest assured that they have their finest technicians on the job. You won't be without your precious personal computers and robot-pets much longer.
In the meantime, let's play a game shall we! The rules are rather simple:
♥ You see that necklace on your chest? That's a lantern. You're going to want to hold onto that. If you lose it… well, you don't want to know what will happen to you if you do.
♥ Now, for the fun part! Collect the necklaces any way you wish, though we prefer the naughty way. Kill a friend. Kill a foe. Killkillkillkill until the streets are paved with blood.
♥ Whoever collects the most of those lanterns, gets a special surprise! They get to go back home, back to their friends and loved ones and away from CERES' endless lies and trickery. Don't you know it's all a lie? Your worlds weren't destroyed. This is a penal colony, and you've been suckered into the biggest prank of your life. But I'm here to help, of course. Just bring me a garbage bag full of the lanterns, and I'll show you, the lucky winner, the way out."
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//SCENARIOS.EXE
PHASE I [ xx xx ]
You're going about your business, wading through the dark, finding supplies. But you're not alone. After the broadcast happens, everything is in full swing. Some masked participants decide to start breaking into shops, classes, apartments, you name it. There's no escaping them. They're on the hunt, they're after you 'cause they're hungry like the woooolf. You can choose to engage them, fight your way out, jump into the game, or head to the sanctuary located in CERES academy. The choice is yours. Be sure to make the right one.
PHASE II [ xxxx ]
Spiders, spiders everywhere. For those who decided to surrender their lanterns, the first twelve hours of the game are a breeze. Then, come the spiders, hungry critters that will attack and try to catch you in their many webs strewn through the colony. Be sure not to get stuck in one while they chase you.
PHASE III [ xxxx ]
Feeling weak? Not quite keeping up with the clown-faced gentlemen? Or maybe even your former friends and lovers? Well, there's a solution for that! You'll find another masked man happily pedaling some Pulse for you to take. The temptation is there with the promise of extra strength and a boost of power and speed. He won't hint at any side-effects, but oh, how you'll feel them when they hit. And those trying to dodge that fate, don't put your drink down anywhere or take your eyes off your food. Someone just might slip a little extra to get this game really going.
PHASE IV [ xxxx ]
It's the last day of the game. You're tired. You're weary. You may have stabbed a roommate or ten. But the lights are gradually returning while the CEO appears as if from nowhere with a public apology on all the billboards. You're welcome to spam your disgust and contempt in his inbox. His explanation for not being around? Quite simple! He was off on an expedition this whole time and wasn't aware of the situation because he gets no reception out in the jungle. See, he was doing it all for the good of the colony and trying to look for more habitable terrain. Isn't that kind of him?
Any further complaints will be forward to his underlings, Elias and Lucius.
BONUS [ whyo'clock ]
You know what's fun? Jumping castles! Someone happened to surreptitiously leave one in CERES' large garden. Do you want to go in and see what's inside? For a limited time only, you can escape the madness and murder to jump to your heart's content. There also might be another clown-faced murderer watching you as you jump. And jump again. He'll just be in the corner. Breathing. Watching.
[ 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. ]
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//RUN.EXE
Welcome to CEREALIA's fourth official event. For your convenience, we have compiled an OOC post explaining the event in greater detail. Feel free to ask questions there if you have anymore lingering concerns or inquiries.
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[ bayonetta finally breaks the encumbering silence, after an extended period of observing the girl. she wanted to make sure, before making any sort of detectable movements, that the girl wasn't under the influence of whatever manner of snake oil they were trying to peddle.
approaching the girl, hand on one hip, bayonetta smiles. ]
Don't worry, you weren't the only child foolish enough to lose their wits. Perhaps you've all learned a bit about self control — consider it a liquid aesop.
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[ Mary looks at the cuts on her hands, eyebrows furrowed. Her anger... the last time she's felt something like that was when she left the Misfits, but even then it wasn't so intense. Her body reeks of exhaustion and not an ounce of satisfaction knowing that the helplessness she once felt again caused that outburst of hers. The emptiness within those monitors reflected her own internalized anger and sadness; her eyes reflected back at her, showing her true self within them, but even then she couldn't pull her away from the anger that torqued around her heart.
That's what matters most: she didn't kill anyone and she didn't die. She lived this time... The feeling of that hollow camp ground permeates around her, enclosing her in a time capsule where she's forced to be reminded of the same things over and over again.
She brings herself to her knees, unable to look at Bayonetta. Her voice is soothing enough for right now. ]
It's... it's over then?
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[ probably a rhetorical question. while bayonetta would take this all in stride regardless, she still feels lucky that she mostly managed to avoid the clamor and chaos of the past two days. she saw the creatures, she saw people become deranged from strange liquids, she connected at least some of the patterns.. she was fortunate enough (or maybe unfortunate enough) to have enough experience to detect these things.
of course, this was only the first awful thing that had happened here while she'd been here. surely, if things were to continue this way, she would get just as weary of it as everyone else. even a witch has her limits.
bayonetta suspects both she and this young girl could use a soothing bath. ]
Come, child. You can't stay here any longer. A lady like you cannot be seen like this. It just won't do at all. [ bayonetta bends to her knees, and, in a show of camaraderie, or at least pity, she extends a hand. ] My name is Bayonetta, or Cereza. Whichever you prefer.
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Cereza... [ The name sticks to her easier than Bayonetta does. It reminds her of the fantastical books she read as a kid with moon goddesses and a world only imagination can conjure, but now stands before her in all of its beauty. There's a sense of an assured mystery there; one that reminds her of someone she hasn't even thought about since she got to that camp: Jem.
For the rivalry to extend that long and her to not think of that life in the short amount of time she's been away strikes her as something odd and makes her a little sad too.
Mary slips her hand into hers, grateful for the gesture. She needs a bit of help rising to her feet, but she seems able to hold her own. ] I—I'm Mary.
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I suspect this isn't the end of the games our captors have planned for us.
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Her head aches at all she has to think about, all she has to consider, but knowing that it's the end (for now) and how she still bleeds like a human being helps her go along with the suggestion. Wherever she goes, Mary will silently follow. ]
It's not. The antidote... the robots, all of this. I thought they wanted us to help them...?
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[ as they come closer and closer to the apartment complex, bayonetta glances over her shoulder, then turns to the girl. ]
This won't be the last time something like this happens. I can only imagine it will get worse — maybe too much for even myself to handle. You have to be strong, my dear. Balling up in a corner isn't going to keep your pulse beating.
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Her silence the rest of the way is not uncomfortable. On the contrary, it's the most comfortable she's been the past few days and she's glad that there doesn't need to be elaborate responses for someone who knows what's going on. Mary looks up at the complex and back to her with a faint smile on her face. ]
I learned that the hard way, but it... it's not gonna happen again. I didn't know what to do so I... [ She lowers her head in contemplation. She thinks of Craig, of Kimber and Roxy, her band, even Clash. All of them are gone and she's the only one left. She shakes her head. ] A Misfit causes trouble. Not runs away from it.
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Tell me, [ bayonetta turns on her heel to face Mary, head on. ] how much do you know of combat?
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[ She lapses into silence again, a contemplative look is on her face. The bigger cuts on her hands throb and she runs her fingertips over them. They feel rougher than her lightly calloused palms, made less soft by years of training on acoustic guitar. ]
Guess it couldn't hurt to be better though. I don't wanna have to use it, but... just in case.
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bayonetta makes a motion to scan into the apartment complex. ] Those hands need some tender love, it seems. There must be antiseptic somewhere in this roach inn.
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It was the same way back home too. ]
Um, usually I just use hydrogen peroxide. [ She offers a small smile. ] I like it because it work on a lotta different things, so if you've got some...
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bayonetta begins to shuffle through some cabinets, hoping to find some amenities for public usage. or even janitorial usage. she didn't really care. eventually, she found a clear liquid, labeled 'skin disinfectant'. conveniently, some rags are nearby.. she may have stumbled upon some kind of first aid area. ] Hm. This should do the trick, I suppose.
[ she pours a liberal amount onto the rag, and extends it to Mary. ]
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Her hands reach out, palms facing upward. Most of the cuts are along the edges, but there are some in the middle of her hands as well. They no longer bleed as the wounds have finally closed enough for them to become dark red symbols written across her skin. Her fingers curl a bit like she's offering herself to an altar; she looks up at her with furrowed brows. ]
I really appreciate this. [ Her voice is hushed and raspy as she finds it hard to say more than just that. ]