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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[She sighs and shrugs.]
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[He's musing mostly to himself right now, but Ruby can hear him loud and clear.]
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Well, it would make the people that do get their lanterns taken vulnerable...
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I have no idea what they're after. Could be anything really...
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[He's torn between staying safe and just coordinating with the folk he knows...and venturing into that darkness armed with a saber, a lantern, and his powers.]
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I'm going to have to disagree with you, Mr. Edgeworth. Humanity knows next to nothing about the Grimm in our world yet we've been surviving quite well. We don't need to know why they do what they do, just what they do.
They don't come into the light, so that's our top priority, keeping our lanterns. We can worry about the rest afterward.
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Point taken, but I would prefer a more precise answer to the question of what they do.
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No, I'm actually supposed to meet up with Yang around here once she's finished with her patrol. When this all started we decided we'd try and help as many people as we could.
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Until then, shall I keep you company?
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Well, I can't just go off and leave you stranded up here in good conscience.
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Er...I could find my own way back down...
[Eventually.]
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You're fine. Yang prefers rooftops anyway. She enjoys trying to stay in the air using just her weapon for as long as possible.
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I'm not surprised. [Not surprised that she likes that sort of thing.]
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[Edgeworth isn't looking at Ruby, but looking at the edges of the roof.]
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[She pauses, momentarily vanishing in a cloud of rose petals only to reappear behind Edgeworth.]
Mine is speed. I can move incredibly fast for short bursts. More than enough time to get the drop on enemies or something like that. Yang can... absorb damage and use that to strengthen her attacks.
Our professors say our semblences reflect some aspect of our personalities... I'm always on the go, and Yang... has always been there to protect me.
[She sighs, giving a small shake of the head to push thoughts of Yang overestimating herself from her mind.]
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His expression becomes pensive when Ruby mentions Yang always being there to protect her. Sisters...]
I see...so, those are your powers.
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Yup. Everyone has one. Even animals. Heck our dog, Zwei, can turn himself into a projectile when he wants to.
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[WHAT THE ACTUAL...he doesn't even. Also, poor dog. It might be a good thing that his own pet dog isn't here to get into the kind of trouble he does get into.]
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Yeah, he can launch himself clean through a Beowolf on his own. But when he lets Yang or I launch him... heh... I call him a "combat corgi."