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Who: Cerealia natives & you
When: ooc: 05/21-05/23; ic: 01/08
Where: A local photography studio
What: Intro log
Rating/Warning: PG-13 | possibly nsfw (please let us know if you need this rating changed, or you are welcome to continue any naughty shenanigans in a private log)

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WE'RE YOUR BIGGEST FANS WE'LL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE US

(L̻̣̖̯̰ͣ̒̓̆̃̈́̈͜͞O̱̞̞̝̤͋̆ͭV̵̨̖̘͉͖̤͇̞̺ͫ̾̇̚͝Ę͐̇̓ͪͨ̇͠͏̰̼͍͍̪̙̰͍̪ ̸̫̆ͨͨ̕͝Ȕ̘̼ͬ͋ͮ̂͋Ś̑̒͗҉̧̤͚ ̪̯̰̮̘̔ͬ͂ͫͫ́͝L̠͍͔̯͔͈͆̄̉ͤ͢͝ͅO̳̰͔͙̱̹̦͌̓V͍̗͖̙̬̰ͫ̆̆ͤ́E̡̤̤̟̩̟̅̃͢ͅ ̦̙̲̮͖͙͓̄ͩͥ̇̎̈ͫ́̀͢U̶͚͔ͯ͌͘S̡̛͈̺̹̯͎̓̐̄̿͝ ̷̌̑ͮ̒̂̓҉̰̦͕͓̝L̤͍͍̝̯̙̈̓ͮͬͧ͡͠Ô̢̲̗̻̱̜͔̺̗̦ͩ̒͊̄̌̒͊V͎̬̺͇͖̮̻̚͜Ĕ̱̺͓̩̯̫ͅ ̖̫͙̞̜͇͖̹͗̿ͨͧ̄͑̕͝U͎͔̼̒̂́̽͑͆ͨͯ͟ͅS̢͔̳ͣ̊̃̇ͣ̐̀͞ͅ ̲̣̳̾ͩ͑ͦ̈́ͩ̉͗̕͞L̗̩̰͈̜͔͍͈̓͢O̫͈̝̭̠͈͕̻̎̏ͣ̚͘͠V̸͔̲̻͚̭͂͆̎̈ͨ̐̏̑́͢È̪̖̟̞̗͎̰̻̱̈́ͩ͂ͩ̓ͩ ̵͎̘̺̋̐̉ͦ͂ͧ̐ͬU͇̫̪̬ͣ͢S̰͓͂̿͂͗̐̓ ̶͌̇̂͗ͧ̓҉̤͎̫͈L̺̦͓̏̏͌͢O̷̗̥̭ͣ̐ͯ̚͢Vͮ͌ͦ͏͇̖̗̟͈E̱͉̥̋ͥ̏ͣ͘ ̧͙ͧ̃̒̓͘͠U̘̺͎͌̊͡S̸̛͇̠̭̹̞̘ͨ̓ͧ̌͋̍̊ ̬̭͋͐͗̈͒̅L̡̢̗̙͈̲͉̼̳̆͛O̶̵̗̼̺͓ͮ̓̉̕V̢͒ͫ̌͛ͣͣ̀̕҉̟̖̹̤̞ͅE̵̘͈͋ͣ̈̋ ̧̛̙͛́͂ͣ̀̍ͫỤ̧̩̞͉̰̠̉͒̓̓̓̊͟͟S̵̠͕͍̼̠̺͔ͣ͛͂̒͛͌ L̡͑̀͟͏̪͎̲͖͉̖̣ͅỌ̸͙̅̂̔ͥͭ͌̾͟͟V̝ͫ̽̂̐ͬͥͭ͒̌Ẻ̷̇ͨ̇͛̒́̿҉͓̤ ̹̺̫͇̠̰̐ͤ͋̃̉͝Ȕ̻̪̪̰̰͙͆̈̐S̷̫̻̗̜͔̜̲͆͒̓͛ͬ)

CERES itself has been notably quiet lately as they run their usual code recovery protocols, but the colony locals, who totally ripped off the company's name to put on CERESCON, are more than willing to step up their game. They've got something great planned for old friends, newbies who attended the convention, and even newer arrivals who only experienced the usual arrival: a massive group photoshoot with the intention of creating photobooks, calendars, and various other merchandise that can be sold. After all, regardless of what the you all think of CERES and vice versa, the locals love you guys! ...maybe a little too much.

The newest arrivals will be ushered onto a bus shortly after emerging from their powerpoint presentation and driven around the city so that they can see the sights and be joined by those who have been in the colony for longer (and those who just arrived but are retaining test drive memories). The bus will make stops at various residences and places of employment in the effort to round up as many people as possible, and they will use any means necessary to get you to join in on the fun, from bribery (did they mention that you'll get a free lunch before the shoot, a free dinner after the shoot, and royalties from the sale of merchandise your face appears on?!) to outright kidnapping for the more stubborn. If you really don't want to take part, escape is possible, but expect to be tailed by amateur photographers trying to snap candid photos of you for the rest of the day.

Upon arriving, everyone taking part will be treated to a delicious buffet-style lunch! Nothing too heavy, because they don't want anyone getting sick during the shoot, but they'll certainly make sure you're comfortable. This is a good chance to mingle with the new arrivals and meet people who have been in the colony that you haven't yet crossed paths with yet, so why not take a day off from work and have some fun? After all... CERES has nothing to do with this... right? What's the worst that could happen?

"LOOK THIS WAY, MY PRETTY!
AH YES, THAT'S YOUR GOOD SIDE...
AGAIN, AGAIN! HOLD THAT POSE... GOTCHA!
YOU'RE REALLY MAKING MY BLOOD RUSH NOW, NYA!
NOW LOOK RIIIIGHT INTO MY CAMERA...
JUST A LIIIIITLE MORE...
Ȧ͊͗̿Ṋ̪͍̲ͮͤ̔̎D̜̻͕̼ ̍͂͂͋̊̚N̴̙̯̦͆̏̐͊ͯ́̓O̸̗̫̎W̗̲̰ͮ̇̏͛ͮ͑́ ̯̩̜̰̯̿́̅̂͌ͤ̉ͅY̶͍̜̤̎ͮO̫̺̫̬͍̹͘U͏̮̦̘̩̻̠̻'̬̹́͒R̬̩̙̻̙͚̳͟Ě̞̬̬ͩͧͯ̂̈́̚ ̫̞̺͆ͥM̛̌͑I̩̺̲̗̤̍̚ṈͭͅE͚̣͎
THIS IS A GREAT SHOT!
YOU'RE SENDING SHIVERS DOWN MY SPINE!
I'LL NEVER LET THIS PICTURE GO..."

//SCENARIOS.EXE

PHASE I

[ xxxx ] So you've all just been dropped off at the venue and now it's time to get some food in you. After all, as any of Cerealia's professional models will be able to tell you, standing under the lights and looking pretty is a whole lot harder than it looks! You're definitely going to want to keep your strength up. But don't worry about paying, because this meal is on the house. Eat as much as you like. It's buffet-style, and anything that runs low will be refilled by friendly robots in a timely fashion.
Also on the house is treatment from the colony's various appearance professionals. Makeup artists and hairdressers will have their time to shine as they primp and polish 'til you glow with pride, and representatives from various boutiques and clothing stores, as well as professional fashion designers, will be on hand to ensure that you look your best!
Don't be surprised if, while you're waiting to get started, a dark-clad figure in a hood sidles up to you and dumps a letter or two in your lap! These are letters from your adoring public (yes, even the new arrivals have quite a devoted fanbase), and they range from cute to creepy. ...how did that messenger even get in, anyway? Maybe the way they seem to melt into the crowd and disappear when you blink has something to do with it.

PHASE II

[ xxxx ] Now it's time to get down to business! Business, of course, being getting your picture taken by these overly-enthusiastic photographers. ...do some of them look like cats? That's got to be your imagination. Blink and they'll look normal, promise.
The photographers are interested in catching as many shots of the various visitors to the colony as they can possibly get, so don't be surprised if they pair you up with people you don't even know just because they think you look cute together. The poses they'll put you in will range from normal to outright risqué, so here's hoping you and your new buddy don't feel awkward together!
Midway through the shoot, one of the volunteers will run into the room very excitedly, wheeling a cart full of animal carriers behind him. Some of the things he's brought along are harmless CYBuddies, because what photoshoot isn't made cuter by including adorable animals, but some of the others are... let's just say CERES probably won't be too happy once they hear that someone's brought alien life forms into the colony. In all fairness, some of them are actually quite cute, like the aquatic creature that manages to float itself around in a sphere of water and the multi-tailed fox with glowing purple eyes, as well as the... Well, no one's really sure what this thing is, not even the person who brought it, but it's cute enough. Others, on the other hand, are just entirely bizarre, but to each their own.
Feel free to chat up the others while you're waiting for your turn, to play with the animals, or to try and escape. Those who try and duck out the back will eventually be tracked down by a volunteer or a robot that will try to either bribe or kidnap them into continuing with the shoot, though! Maybe you and a friend can team up to figure out a way past them? Or you could just be on good behavior and let them take your picture.
...a word of caution, however. No matter how often the photographers urge you to do so, do not look directly into the camera. Characters who do will be rendered unconscious (those with spiritual sensitivity will actually be able to tell that they've been rendered soulless, though characters that already lack souls to begin with will still be rendered unconscious) for five minutes in the first instance and five minutes plus one minute for every instance thereafter (six minutes for a second time, seven for a third, and so on). Should they reach the point where they would be knocked out for a period of ten minutes, the photographer will try to leave the building. You will want to stop them. If you don't, your character will remain unconscious until the dawn of the next day and will be transported to the CERES medical center. If other characters manage to keep the photographer from leaving, your character will wake up after ten minutes as normal. Feel free to NPC these encounters yourselves if it comes to it; the mods will not be doing so. It's up to you whether the photographer escapes or not.

PHASE III

[ xxxx ] Uuuuuuh-oh. Whoever thought it was a great idea to bring in all those alien creatures is probably going to get fired, because one thing has led to another and now they're on the loose. What's more, those of them that can do so have taken on decidedly more threatening appearances, and more than a few of them seem to be out for blood.
In the chaos brought on by their outbreak, a second wave of photographers will make their way into the building. They're more aggressive in their attempts to have the characters look right at them when they take their pictures, and will absolutely try and gang up on them to hold them down and turn their heads to force them into having their pictures taken over and over again. These shots will have the same effect as being directly photographed during the photoshoot, but fighting back against them is okay - in fact, the volunteers and photographers who organized the shoot will actually do their best to help you fight the paparazzi off. This sort of aggression is not condoned by the locals who love you, after all. Should your character be rendered unconscious for ten minutes, anyone who attempts to stop the paparazzi from absconding with their soul will be assisted by the official volunteers for the photoshoot.
...of course, if your character is managing to hold their own, they'll just hang back and photograph the fight. Why waste a good opportunity for candid shots? After all, you're the people who are going to be restoring your own worlds and subsequently protecting theirs from the Flamines! Why wouldn't they want to document it every step of the way?

PHASE IV

[ xxxx ] The paparazzi has been successfully expelled, the photoshoot has been finished up, and as if by magic (okay, no, it's just technology), they've actually managed to produce the prototypes for the various merchandise that will be sold around the colony. Isn't that exciting? You've all done a great thing here today, the volunteers will tell you. Now just sit back, relax, and let them make up for all the trouble.
Admire the calendars, books, and prints you're all appearing in! Or, you know, you can also wonder why ghostly images of people who aren't even there are showing up in some of the pictures you've taken. If you took a picture with just one other person, you might see a third person there, posed perfectly to go along with you! It's almost like the photographers were able to see them all along, but that's not possible, right? They won't always be there, either. You can see it and someone else can see it, but if you look away for too long and then look back, the picture will look just the way it should have based on how you took it. Huh. Weird.
Anyway, enjoy the lavish banquet the volunteers have prepared to thank you for all your hard work! You've done a fantastic job and they really want to express their gratitude. If there's any particular food you like, chances are it will be there. (Don't ask how they knew what you like.) While you're eating, another black-clad messenger might appear and give you even more fanmail than you might have received before the shoot - apparently people have been watching, and this has really boosted your popularity! You're developing quite the fanbase. The dinner crowd's fanmail definitely ranges more along the "creepy" side of things, though some of the notes actually will be cute and innocent expressions of admiration.
The security has been stepped up considerably for the meal, so the paparazzi won't be able to get in (though you can certainly hear them trying). At the end of the night, the volunteers will offer to escort you home, and should you take them up on their offer you'll make it home safely and be unbothered by the paparazzi at your place of residence. Try and go home alone, though, and the paparazzi will stalk you until sunrise, even going so far as to try to break into your room.

BONUS

[ whyo'clock ] It seems like your devoted fanbase has gotten a little out of hand! At any point during the log - even during the chaos surrounding the animal outbreak and paparazzi attack - you might just be approached by a robot. A robot that loves you so much, it's going to take you away from all of this. This robot will wax poetic about its undying love for you and how it's going to make sure that the two of you can be together forever and no one will ever be able to take you away from them.
It will then proceed to do its best to kidnap you. Maybe there's some kind of a glitch in its program, because it's not gentle about it at all! And if you try and escape, it'll definitely get violent. Try to run away and it might just have to break your legs so you can never leave it behind. Try and fight it off, and it'll do its best to incapacitate you so it can drag you off, put you on display, and take super good care of you.
These robots are incredibly sturdy, but the more technologically-inclined may be able to reprogram them into being less creepy and more helpful if they can get to the control panel on its back. Fight hard enough, or avoid it for long enough, and eventually its battery will wear down and you'll be safe. If you can't fight or run, you'd better hope someone who can will come along and help you...!

[ 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 latest intro post For your convenience, we have compiled a post detailing everyone's usual arrival experience and feel free to consult the FAQ if needed. Please leave any lingering questions right here, and we'll answer them as soon as we can.

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[II:]

[Doing photoshoots is like, totally living the dream for Leon: it's all the fame-parts of being a rock star and none of the work-parts!

After that whole earlier incident with the entire . . . apparently past couple years of his life, but specifically the convention thing, this particular photoshoot does feel a little bit more like literally living a dream than he had envisioned it, and there's a part of him that still isn't 100% convinced it's not one. It's friggin' long, though, if it is, and there hasn't been a single sex scene yet, which is kinda weird. And--

Okay, so he knows it's not a dream, but the alternative is that all of this crazy bullshit is for real. And that's the kind of thing a guy needs some time to fit into his head properly. Is he supposed to deal with all of that information at once? Hell no! Especially not when he apparently has adoring fans hoping for a shot of his good side, which is his right side, by the way.

If you're one of the people getting smushed up and posed with him, you're about to find that out. This pierced-and-dyed punk dude you just got paired off with is definitely making sure that you aren't obscuring the camera's view of his right as you're shuffled together in whatever position the photographers deem fit--which probably means he's pissing them off a little with his creative control, but what of it? Dude, they're just cats--

Wait, what?

He's been all smiles up until now, playing to the crowd and totally at ease in front of the cameras, and friendly enough to his photo partners, but what the hell is suddenly written all over his face as he pales a little, turns to whomever he's with, leans in, and hisses under his breath between shots:]

. . . Tell me I ain't crazy and there's somethin' really off about these guys?!

[II Part II, the barely-awaited sequel, seriously this is like five minutes later, but that's kind of how Hollywood is, ha ha now am I right:]

[Mistaking cameramen for cats seems to Leon like the kind of weird shit your brain pulls on you when you're tired that you never tell anyone about unless you want to become The Cat Guy. (When someone asks you, hey, did that guy just look like a cat to you? then seriously, what else are you going to remember about them after that?) And he is tired; he's been doing fine enough dealing with the lack of sleep until now, but maybe it really is catching up to him . . . is he flat-out hallucinating now?

He's at least zoning out wondering if he's hallucinating, which is maybe just as indicative, until he's startled back to Earth(???) by a loud thump from the next cluster of photographers over as a body hits the floor.

Someone just looked into a camera, didn't they?

Not that he knows that. Leon pushes through the crowd as best he can, poking his head through and craning his neck to get a glimpse of what went down--no pun intended--and when he does get a good look, he pushes harder, shoving his way through the circle of photographers to check up on . . . well, you.]

Holy shit, are you okay? Hey. Hey, you okay?!

[Shaking your shoulder will definitely work, right? Please? Oh god, please let this work.]

[III:]

[It's not like Leon has always wanted to fight off the paparazzi or anything . . . or maybe it's exactly like that. Come on, who doesn't wanna be the kind of guy who's so popular in the media that they get followed around? Even Leon's not shameless enough to be into the whole "aggressive invasion of human rights" thing--especially not in these circumstances--but that's where the fighting part comes in: it's all the ego boost of being famous, with added fists to the face to protect his own person and privacy. Who can blame a guy for protecting himself?

Haaaaaa.

Man, who wants to think about that when all hell is breaking loose? For one thing, that fucked up frog over there has like eight legs, so if Leon's not going completely nuts, this is obviously an extreme situation! There are hundreds of witnesses! And this one dude with the camera will seriously not get off his dick, and you know what, it's been a rough fuckin' day.

He winds up and throws a punch right at the guy's face, and you know what? It feels pretty good when it connects. Now that's fame, baby.

It was a good shot, too, with that killer arm of his, and so exhilarating after a night of little sleep and a day of lots of adrenaline that he lets out a triumphant whoop at the guy falls back, pumping his fist in the air and calling out to whomever's nearby:]

Ha ha! You see thaaat?

[Is it a victory cry or a warning? Maybe a little of column A, a little of column B.]

[Her plan to go unnoticed and slip by has gone terribly wrong, as this is the complete opposite of what she's wanted. She feels awkward enough as it is, but this punk looking guy isn't helping. At least he seems at ease with all of this, but Mio isn't sure what to do, just sort of going along with it and trying to match Leon's poses in the hopes that going along with this will make it end quicker.

She's no professional, so the hiss near her ear makes her flinch and look at him, frowning in a mix of annoyance and bewilderment. Did he seriously just ask that]

...You mean besides the fact they've too enthusiastic about taking a bunch of random peoples' pictures?

Uh--

[Okay, there is that, and it's not like he hadn't noticed. More importantly, that response makes it sound like she hadn't noticed anything a little weirder than that, and now he's not sure exactly how much he wants to admit he did, much less to a cute girl he's just met. "No, I mean the cat thing!" Seriously? How's that gonna come off?

So he decides against it--but there's an obvious pause while he chews that over, and he sounds less than convincing in his brushing it off.]

Yeeeah, no kiddin' . . . I mean, it could be worse, right, but this whole thing's still totally suspicious. There's just somethin'--extra weird about those guys.

[That's all. That's safe to say.]

[She glances around at the various photographers with pursed lips, considering. It's not as though she hadn't noticed they were off (having a sixth sense was helpful sometimes), but it was more about revealing that to, well, anyone.

She hadn't noticed the cat thing though, but that was more because she was worried if she looked at any of them long enough they'd notice and want to take more pictures.] No, I know what you mean. [That was safe to admit to, right?]

You seem pretty at ease with this sort of thing though. Photoshoots, I mean. [Not weird cat people]

open/TDM memories!

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So sorry for the late reply!

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