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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And yet Sousei can't help but look at the price tag as it's held out to him, even as he's not particularly amused to be used as Tenka's price checker.
This is his life now. This is how it is.]
... [When he compares it to how much money they have, the answer is--] ...No. It seems to be affordable, anyway.
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[Yeah, this is your life now, Sousei. But at least Tenka looks happy. And now he's turning back to the rack and quite certainly:]
I'm gonna buy about five of them.
[of the
same sweater
i
ok, tenka]
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But Sousei is not Tenka's mom.
So you know what.
HE DOESN'T CARE. Instead he turns on his heel to find clothing for himself hopefully without Tenka's interference this time.]
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Except honestly Tenka is continuing to wander around for a bit but eventually he'll inevitably run across Sousei again and-]
Why do Western people enjoy tight pants so much?
[he sounds very sad about this]
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He just blinks, and then directs Tenka towards a rack of slacks.]
You won't find anything like what you're currently wearing.
[So deal with it.]
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Though now he's grumbling.]
So they keep our katanas but not our clothes? This place makes no sense.
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[He'll admit that much.]
I still don't know why they didn't use guns.
[They could have filled them with holes rather quickly, admittedly.]
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[As far as he's concerned anyway.]
It's still just bizarre. The Pleasure District isn't Western either.
[ . . . he was just walking by]
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he's ellipses-ing so hard at you right now.]
...Is that so.
[uh.
...ok.]
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[GOD, SOUSEI
CAN YOU STOP JUDGING HIM FOR SOMETHING HE HASN'T EVEN DONE (YET)]
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... So it would seem.
[now he might just be messing with Tenka, though, sounding so doubtful.]
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[RUDE AS HELL]
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There's no need to be so defensive. I didn't say anything about your activities.
[activities. heh.]
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[what do you know of pleasure anyway]
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[you walked right into that one.]
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[he ran out of comebacks]
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Are you finished? We should move on.
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[actual five year olds
but now he's glancing over at the other clothing options]
So did you find more shades of blue you like?
[gloomy gloomy]
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I did not only get blue.
[There is also black and grey.]
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Do you enjoy dressing like a bruise?
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[...]
Like some people.
[lookin' at you and your bright red.]
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[is he even listening]
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Sousei's just going to start walking then. Bye, loser.
He'll pay for his purchases and leave you behind, honestly.]
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but whatever, Tenka's just laughing as he follows after.
stop being difficult, partner.]
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hint: it's not sousei.
regardless, off they go, once their clothing is paid for... and Sousei pauses, looking around the futuristic city--and he sighs faintly, though he is careful not to allow his shoulders to slump. (He kind of wishes he could allow them to, though.)]
...The differences are startling.
[Still. Now, always, forever. He doesn't know, but it's very much not home.]
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