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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Brought me here... back to this! [ She motions toward her lantern then makes a full sweep to the street outside the store, signifying that she means all that's going on outside. ] This "game." Like it could even be called that!
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[Including him, he figures. But he watches where she gestures.] It's a game. Just not a very good one. The last time something like this happened, they called it a school life of mutual killing, but it was just as bad.
[Murder games. He has changed his opinion on them greatly.]
But something else is going on. A lot of people are acting pretty strangely. I think someone is messing with them.
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[ A ghost of terror whispers in her voice; Lithuania told her that he played something like that before, didn't he? Now here stands Nagito, telling her the same thing. Is this all it is? Repeating the same thing over and over until... until what? They're brought back to life to die again? Will that even be worth it to bring back the lives of those she cares about the most?
She doesn't recognize it just yet, but her eyes are glassy with tears that rolls down her cheeks. ]
It's to make them like this, isn't it? Angry enough to kill...
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[Despite his, erm, help in the matter. He doesn't get into that though, not know. It's difficult to put into words, and not important right now.]
I think so. It seems to be really affecting people's emotions. [Also maybe they're strength? Komaeda has only seen it from a distance, after all. Though he thinks he's watching it again now.]
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[ Her head hangs low; there's no hiding all that's happened now. She's got to take responsibility for what she's done to this place... and why. In the end, she's as soft as always. Deep beneath the anger, her sensitive heart aches. ]
Guess I've always been angry... at a lotta different things.
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[Then is whatever strange thing is going on drawing emotions already existent in people? Hmm. Interesting. Though really, he's not trying to turn her into an investigation.
Instead, he's more intent on making sure she doesn't hurt herself. Or anyone else, though he wonders if he'd actually be any good at stopping that.]
What sorts of things?
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[ Mary thinks that's a given, considering she's a Misfit after all, but she tells herself that he doesn't know that. She clams up only because she needs to think about how to articulate the anger she's feeling. ]
I'm a Misfit because I never belonged. I never had any real friends until I met them, but they... treated me like everyone else did. Like I was a nobody and a spineless pushover a—and I was! Sometimes I still am... but that doesn't mean people can take advantage of me. The Misfits got better, but—
[ She crosses her arms and digs her nails into the skin of her arms. ]
I wish I hadn't been nice and understanding— I wish I had gotten angrier or that... I'd done something! Just so I wouldn't have died there! [ Her head hangs low as she stares at the broken pieces on the ground. They shimmer off of her lantern. ] And now that I'm alive, everyone else is dead. Everyone I care about—
[ Mary reaches out in a flurry to grab yet another monitor and smashes it to the ground. Her teeth grit as she smashes it over and over again, feeling her throat tightening because of her emotional flurry. ]
They're all dead and it's all because of that stupid camp ranger!
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Getting treated like a nobody is difficult, even when you are a nobody. [A smile.] Trash like me is used to it, so I'm happy to windup even being a little useful. Though... even when I died I didn't actually manage that.
[Everyone's dead and useless! Hooray!] But being alive again is another chance to be... better. [That's his new hope anyway. But more pressingly.] Camp ranger?
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[ Her knees sink to the ground as her palms press against the corners of the cracked plastic. It creaks underneath her like it's going to bend and break, but it doesn't. ]
I wouldn't have died... I could have been brought back. Jason, Klavier, everyone those kids possessed... she didn't even regret it. Even if she was stuck there, she didn't regret it! And now...
[ Her words are getting more and more incoherent, even though they make sense in her head. There's not only anger within her now, but dabs of hurt too. The strain in her voice is hard to read as it begins to sound thick. Her head is bowed; strands of her hair obscure her expression. ]
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He's still not approaching her any closer. But he's not retreating either.]
You can't make other people feel something they don't, I suppose. But you're alive here. Shouldn't you keep trying to move forward, do the best you can? [That's what he's learned from Hinata and his classmates.]
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[ She moves her hands away from the plastic frame of the monitor and they fall into her lap. They furl as her fingernails make imprints in her palms and dig into the already fresh wounds. The sting reminds her of her liveliness, of the blood flowing through her and her lungs pushing air through her. It reminds her that she is alive... and everyone else is dead.
Mary furrows her eyebrows and frowns. The anger dissipates. All that's left is a look of sadness; a reveal of who she really is, not who she tries to be. ]
It still doesn't make it hurt less.
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[Komaeda steps closer now, cautious still, but less so. He watches her, that look on her face now.]
And memories make who we are. Whether we can use them to stay strong if they're good memories, or learn from mistakes if they're bad, they're both important. [A pause and a shrug, a blithe smile.] But trash like me can't be expected to have that right.
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[ That last part hits a nerve in her. The worthlessness, the reminder of her own helplessness, all that she's gone through to be who she is now, it strikes her in the worst way possible. Mary stands up quickly so that she's face to face with him, looking him dead in the eye. There's some irritation in her voice, but it doesn't seem like she's of any danger to him. ]
Stop saying that! You're not trash— you're not worthless! Why would you think that?
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Because it's true. That's the sort of person I've always been. Even my talent, it's not something I can direct or control. But I'm still trying to be more useful, to be better. For my own sake, and for hope's sake.
[Well and also.] For Hinata-kun's sake as well, since he's set such a good example.
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[ Her jaw is set as she tries to find the words to explain herself. ]
I still know what it's like... I couldn't— I couldn't stop anything from happening and now... [ She sighs, kicking one of the monitors. It doesn't seem to hurt her at all. ] If you wanna be better for hope's sake, that doesn't make you worthless! I—It just means that it'll take awhile for other people to appreciate it.
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But old habits are easy to slip back into. And even if he's trying to be something more, he still is quite certain he may always be a useless person in the end.]
Maybe so, though I don't really expect anyone to appreciate it. [After what he's done, he figures forgiveness is largely out of the realm of possibilities in most cases.]
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It's hard to say because she's learned that everyone on the inside looks different than what they are on the inside. ]
What is it? Your talent, I mean.
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[He crosses his arms over his chest now, sighing quietly.] But my talent is luck.
[Good luck. Bad luck. All sorts of luck. In equal measures. He's quiet a moment before speaking up once more.] And my luck is really a force of nature on its own, but something like that, you can't control or choose what it does. It just happens. [He's more pawn than player in that game.]
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[ She raises her eyebrows in surprise. It is a strange 'talent,' but... it doesn't sound all that strange to her. She tries to imagine what it's like. Is he able to win the lottery? Does he have a higher chance of avoiding disaster? In reality, luck could tie with anything and that's what confuses her. What kind of talent is luck?
As she thinks about it, she becomes less and less angered by the situation and more interested in his talent. ]
That can't be the only catch... can you only use it for some things and not others?
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[Komaeda correct with a shrug of a shoulder.] It's more accurate to say it uses me. I don't get to choose when my luck kicks in or how it accomplishes what it does. And for every thing that's good luck, something equally bad luck happens too.
[Since she does seem less entwined in her rage, he'll continue prattling on.] For example, when I was a child my family and I were on a plane that was hijacked. Bad luck, right? But then a meteor struck the plane and killed the hijacker, which was good luck. But it also killed my entire family, bad luck. Except for me, good luck.
[And that's his life in a nutshell. His luck keeps him going, but everyone nearby is likely to get caught up in its wake.]