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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[Did you know that Terry McGinnis really hates clowns? He seriously hates clowns. Coming from a world where there are clown gangs, modeled after a dead psychotic clown, this is absolutely nothing new. It's just a slag to see them again.
But he isn't going to go running. Even in street clothes he can still fight and like hell he'll give up his lantern if these dregs want it so bad.
So he fights, slamming back as many as he can with kicks and punches using a mix of dirty fighting and actual trained martial arts. If you need any help or want to join in on the brawl, he's your guy.]
Phase III (as Batman)
[It was a sloppy mistake. That's all there is to say about it. He grabbed onto someone holding a vial, trying to stop them from pedaling it, and the dreg uncapped it and splashed some on his face. Only a few drops got into his mouth through that error, but it's enough that he's beginning to feel side-effects.
Either he's
1) Crouching down by the corner of a building, trying to spit out what got in his mouth with no luck. It hasn't begun yet, but it will soon. He's been shot with these "enhancer" drugs against his will before and he knows they're all fast acting. He just wants to desperately hope he can avoid that fate.
2) Already in full swing of the effects. He's fighting harder than ever before, putting more strength into each blow and dangerously injuring the clowns instead of just dispatching them from being threats. He's enjoying it even, the adrenaline rush of battle getting to him fast. He wants to keep fighting, no matter who it might be.
Which is why if he locks eyes with you, you may want to consider running.]
Phase I (as Terry) -- Safety Zone
[No longer on Pulse and too tired to do anything else, Terry retreats later in the week to the Academy for safety. He slumps down in the waiting area, tired and slagged from being on the Pulse.]
Ugh...I think I might hurl.
[He really wants to just go into a coma right about now.]
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And look, he gets being pissed at creepy evil clowns - heck, from what Terry's told him, the guy has even more reason to hate Joker and his cronies than he does. There's a couple of clowns strung up around the streets as a result of his own irritation. But wearing that cowl means bearing the responsibilities that come with it - it's been drilled into his head enough times how dangerous it would be if Batman and Robin abused what power they had. So when a goon lands at his feet so wounded that Dick actually can't tell for a second whether the guy's still alive until he checks his breathing, he scowls up at Terry.]
Hey, FB! Ease up a little, will you? I know clowns are the worst, but you're going to actually kill them at this rate.
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So what if I do? It's just a bunch of dregs dressing up as killer clowns. I say it serves them right -- you have to understand what I mean.
[Robin knows of course all about the Joker. About that mad clown whose killed thousands, corrupted innocents, tortured children to the breaking point. These clowns are no different.]
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First of all, we don't even know if these guys are in their right minds. You don't think it's a little weird that they managed to find so many people willing to play their sick little game?
But more importantly, we don't kill. Batman doesn't kill. That's rule number one, man. We don't ever stoop to that level. [He points at Terry's suit angrily.] So if that's actually how you feel, then you don't deserve to be wearing that cowl.
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[He kicks one of the dregs already on the ground below his feet and then starts a stride toward Robin.]
So, what's it going to be?! Are you going to stop me? I could use a better fight than these pathetic clowns.
[A goad, but a goad into a fight he wants to have. He just needs to hit something and he knows Robin can take it.]
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I'm not looking for a fight, dude. It'll just be a waste of time and energy while other people might need our help. But I'm not going to let you kill anyone either.
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This isn't a choice.
[And if Dick won't make the first move, Terry will. He dispenses two batarangs from his hands and flings them straight at Dick, priming them to explode.]
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What is your problem?
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I got a lot of problems, kid. You're making yourself one of them. [He rolls his shoulders and gets into a firmer stance, ready to jump back if he needs to.] If you are so against fighting, you just need to get a hit of that Pulse. It'll change your mind real fast.
[Just like it has his.]
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Too bad.
[The thought to give Robin a dose of Pulse goes through mind, but he quickly remembers he has none. Of course he wouldn't -- he accidentally took some in himself, so he wouldn't have any for the kid. That's fine though. The time for talk is over anyway.
Like a bolt he begins to run toward Robin, trying to close the gap of distance between them, and launches into a jump kick once he's close enough.]
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Okay, you're clearly not in your right mind here, so what I'm gonna need you to do is take a little nap. Trust me, you'll thank me for it later. [And he'll hurl one of his knock-out gas batarangs at Terry this time.]
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He's far away enough that he only breathes in a little bit before realizing it's smarter to fly over the cloud of smoke. In air he releases a grapple cord and flings it toward Robin, trying to catch the kid in it. All the while the little bit of gas he sucked in is starting to make him woozy, but the strength of the Pulse counters his better senses that he may be passing out soon.]