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C E R E A L I A ★ M O D S。 ([personal profile] reparator) wrote in [community profile] estoria2014-11-01 03:15 am

« 004 ⇢ event004.exe »

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! ]

//event004.EXE

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."

//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
[ xx:xx ] 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
[ xx:xx ] 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
[ xx:xx ] 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
[ why:o'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. ]

//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.


unluckless: (and kept the beeches)

[personal profile] unluckless 2014-11-17 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm? [Komaeda stops mid-step at the word, before he realizes she means stop talking. Oh well, that he's used to being told. He smiles, sets his foot back down on the ground and shrugs a casual shrug.]

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.
duad: (don't shoot she cried)

[personal profile] duad 2014-11-17 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
It doesn't matter wether you can control your talent or not, that doesn't make you trash. I might not know you very well, but I know what it's like!

[ 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.
unluckless: (Default)

[personal profile] unluckless 2014-11-18 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Komaeda is listening anyway, even if, well, he thinks she's probably got a great deal of it wrong. He's calmed down in his worship of talents after everything he's come to know as the truth. His outlook on himself is even slowly improving.

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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duad: (cool scene)

[personal profile] duad 2014-11-19 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ She looks at him for a long time. What does she envision he being talented in... especially if he thinks it's worthless? It has to be some kinda of art, considering her own experiences, but doesn't that kind of insecurity show up anywhere and everywhere? She attempts to envision him as a painter or a writer, maybe even something that deals with science... or mathematics.

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.
unluckless: (shpwreck free)

[personal profile] unluckless 2014-11-19 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
Calling it a talent is sort of a joke, to be honest.

[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.]
duad: (we used to be friends)

[personal profile] duad 2014-11-20 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Luck? Really?

[ 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?
unluckless: (there's a picture opposite me)

[personal profile] unluckless 2014-11-28 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
I can't use it for anything.

[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.]