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[reparator]

Who: CERES & you
When: IC: 10/04 | OOC: 11/15
Where: ViViD & McCERES
What: Intro Log
Rating/Warning: PG-13 | slightly nsfw

//event005.EXE Learning is Fundamental! Let's play CERESLearn ViViD's usual worlds are unfortunately down for maintenance. While CERES' programmers work on getting it back up and running, all new entrees this round will be going through a different level than usual. Only a single world is accessible at the moment, a simple one entitled 'CERESLearn.' "What the $%@& is this?" you must be thinking. Well, it's simple! It's a study program, of course! CERES' advanced AI technology is here to make sure you learn and that you learn sexily. Whether or not you pay attention to the actual content is up to you, the player. Please enjoy it while it lasts. They're here to teach you a variety of subjects and also to make you feel vaguely uncomfortable all over. New arrivals and those logging into ViViD will first find themselves in a classroom with a new operator greeting them rather than Vidia. "Greetings and welcome to Cerealia! It's nice of you to join us at last. As you can see, we're just about to get started! Here are the instructions: ♥ Choose your subject of choice. They include things like medicine, math, CERES economics, CERES history, fun facts about Julius, engineering, and science! ♥ Choose your tutor. You can hire Astor, Hilda, or UN-Zippy ♥ They'll teach you slowly, deliberately, sensually. Then after that, they'll drill you hard and without stopping. ♥ Just when you think you've had enough, they'll quiz you all over until you're sweating and panting. ♥ For those of you who pass, you'll be welcomed well into Cerealia and be given a free voucher for a McCERES Mildly Content meal. Please enjoy!"

//SCENARIOS.EXE PHASE I [ xxxx ] Once you choose your lesson and your tutor, you will be transported to a classroom where you and a few other players who decide to choose the same lesson will sit with your tutor after school, getting knowledge taught to you by someone who seems more intent on learning what's under your clothes than filling your head with knowledge. They will be awkwardly stretching, dropping pencils by 'accident' on the floor, and bending down slowly to pick them up. Certain things might be spilling out of their clothes. Awkward things. They will breathe down your neck and make sure you are well-versed in their anatomy by the end of the lesson. Fortunately, it won't last long as their bodies start to flicker erratically. PHASE II [ xxxx ] Just as things begin to escalate, the flickering will grow intense until your tutor will start to morph before your eyes. What takes their place is something that is anything but friendly. And yes, it will continue to breathe down your neck and speak in a sweet, soft, alluring voice while reaching out with its 'hands' to try and touch you. This will be your cue to run through the halls of the school while That Thing chases you in every single direction imaginable. There will be others joining you as everyone starts bolting out of their classrooms. PHASE III [ xxxx ] Feeling tired already? Well, don't stop and rest now! For those who successfully murder their own tutor, they will get their food voucher and a lovely welcome into CERES. You've officially passed! Everyone will be allowed to mingle around the game room in the CERES Research Tower before being directed into McCERES just across the street. For those who were already in the colony, you will also receive a voucher and directions to McCERES at the end of the game in case you want to go meet up with the newcomers there or just eat some artery-killing fast food. PHASE IV [ xxxx ] For those who get eaten by That Thing or don't pass their quizzes and upset their tutors, they will be forced to endure the Price of Failure. This means being sent to the gym with the other 'failures' to endure a painfully slow and erotic striptease by UN-Zippy. Once that is over, they will then be logged out and allowed to have their complimentary McCERES voucher. BONUS [ whyo'clock ] Congratulations on surviving CERESLearn! Here's your complimentary voucher for a free Mildly Content Meal at McCERES. This month's special is also the McKnight Burger. Characters are immediately invited to take a load off and enjoy some good ol' fashion fast food of questionable origin. Those who decide to order and eat here will also get a special toy included inside their Mildly Content Meals. [ 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 (which is not entirely applicable this round for reasons stated above^) and a FAQ that should explain everything in more detail. Please read them thoroughly before playing. Thank you!

Comments

[insolvent]

The first move? [ ugh... he'll just kind of stare as she approaches, clearly not making any moves at all.

ugh, this would be a lot easier if it was a gross monster. ] Sorry, what is my move supposed to be again?

[allweather]

[Is a grappling hook a gun if it's fired out of one, technically speaking... Reim pauses to look over his shoulder at him, interrupting his very important peering around more corners and everything, because -] Yes?

[Does he want to see it... That's not a problem, one little purse gun coming right up. He holds it up helpfully.] I'm not terrible with it, at least...

[flaredo]

Chocolate!

nooo, bunny face

[sisconning]

[Nesso is used to fighting with others, and he knows Zara well enough -- he likes to think anyway -- that it's not too hard to remain aware of him, where he is, the direction he's taken even as he concentrates on bringing his sword to bear against the creature's leg.

It shrieks, as much as a bug can shriek, and Nesso doesn't hesitate before going for another.

That's right, isn't it? They're just bringing it within range for a killing blow at this point in time, but with a foe this big, there's little choice. Luckily, battle is the only thing that's made much sense since he wound up here, so he falls into it easily, the familiar dance of swordplay.

Also slicing things is making him feel better in general. But by now they've managed to unbalance it.] Zara, be careful!

[Do not get squashed by the bug Nesso can't handle the irony.]

[harepiece]

[HE CAN'T CONTAIN IT...

But Oz will dutifully trot on after Yata, glancing from side to side around the hall as he goes.]

I'll keep an eye out, then. [BODYGUARDING YATA. He'll just keep that in mind if any more bugs come scampering up the halls to seductively crush the life out of them both...] What did you forget, anyway?

[harepiece]

[Oh... A little more boring than what he'd been expecting. BOO, WHERE'S THE PEOPLE-WATCHING.]

I'm not sure where to buy candy here, though. Do you know? [Maybe Ciel's 6th fattydingdong sense will guide them...

Also despite saying that, he's already slowly meandering away from the burger joint. Time to go EXPLORING.]

[harepiece]

[WELL THAT'S... at least she's honest... Oz will at least be useful enough to try to help her up off the floor, so she can be panicked at a more reasonable height.]

Well— [A GOOD POINT, so:] Are you hurt?

[flaredo]

You can just call me Yang. I'm off-duty today.

... But wow, I think you're the first faunus I've managed to see here. Are you new?

[harepiece]

[APPARENTLY NOT judging by Oz's expression. That seems as legit as any other explanation, though... Considering most of them boil down to grasping at straws in the end, any theory that seems to have a little more substance is one that he'll remember a little faster.]

That's possible. Those people who showed up and tried to get people to play along had to come from somewhere... [Maybe inside CERES, maybe a bunch of rude miscreants living in the gutters... It Is A Mystery.]

Guessing seems like it's the only thing that most people can manage. People seem really willing to talk about it and speculate, though! [Which, he imagines, is good for Reim and his undying thirst to write Everything down.]

[cheats]

Ugh, I certainly hope not...

[ He even looks mildly exasperated, since he had signed up to go to school, but if the lessons were like that, he's good, thanks. ]

I might have missed you, or we were in a different subject, maybe? It seems like they weren't all the same woman, at least. I don't really know how that works, but I also wasn't inclined to think too hard about it once she turned, to be honest.

[harepiece]

[BABY PUNCHES, HIS MORTAL ENEMY. But Oz will brave this violent maelstrom because he's kind of worried that Cynbel will just dash right back out as soon as he's let go, which might end in him becoming fancy bug chow...]

Hey, calm down—! It's okay!

[harepiece]

[Reasonable advice, definitely - that all makes a lot of sense to Oz. He's not sure how hard it might be to live without technology in a place that literally seems centered around it, but he's got a bit of an edge when it comes to knowing how to live without, at least.]

All right. Thanks; I'll be sure to keep that in mind. [Everything can kill you including the toaster: a Cereal memoir...]

—Ah, sorry! I'm Oz. [HOW RUDE TO FORGET INTRODUCTIONS.]

[cheats]

[ He doesn't have a sixth sense, exactly, but it's at least close, since he follows along briefly, but then starts to lead the way. ]

Well, no, not exactly. But I do have the address of the store I'm to work at, and surely there would be a candy store near a toy store. If there isn't, that's moronic.

[ you have to appeal to fattydingdongs kids ]

[rollin]

[ Yata's eyes widen as he takes a step back. ]

Woah, hey, that's not fair! How come she didn't confiscate those!?

[ He's still hung up about Hilda taking his skateboard... ]

[rollin]

[ Baby Gun Four-Eyes, neener neener. ] It looked like a good idea at the time...

[ In retrospect, he should have gotten the floor polisher. The bug is stunned for a moment— ]

Nice! [ But Yata doesn't trust a single bullet to kill it. He uses this chance to charge and strike, pulling off a fire-powered kick as he flips back and following up with a flurry of punches. Reim might see red sparks flying. ]

I'll take it from here!

[ The bug looks dizzy and... slightly burnt? Yata thinks he can win this. ]

[rollin]

[ He gets up, and a minute later, BAM. He's back with a chocolate milkshake. ]

[immobileyes]

A-a little... [ just scraped up her forehead a bit and she's got a bump on her head from desk shenanigans, but hey, she's alive. ]

[thirdarrow]

[ That's incredibly worrying. ]

I see. [ How does one even begin guiding a child amongst the intricacies of technology? ] I can help you with that, since I have been here for quite some time. Will you permit me, Miss Kozakura?

i aw ye

[harepiece]

[THAT IS A GOOD QUESTION, BUN MAN, and one that is better off just not touched with a ten foot pole, probably. Which is exactly why Oz is sidling up out of nowhere as soon as Hilda's form starts to flicker, raising a hand and loudly proclaiming:]

I have to go to the bathroom! But I'll get lost on my own, so I'm taking him with me, okay?

[There may or may not be some vague protest about hall passes, but Oz is comPLETELY IGNORING THAT and reaching out to drag Zara away by the arm... At least Hilda's form has stopped seeming so on the verge of collapse by the time he's turning to leave. Otherwise he'd feel guilty about leaving a whole class to a creepy bug beast...

As it is now though, he's clearly just rescuing someone else with Delicate Sensibilities. AWAY.]

OTA why.

[playday]

[ So how about that weather, that atmosphere? Nothing like a hard day's work(?) of lessons and monsters to work up an appetite. So head on over to that one McCERES across the street, right now, on this hour of glory, for something that overtakes the smell of oil and potatoes seems to be happening.

What might that be, you ask? Why, it's a cardboard box! ... Yeah.

A cardboard box with an orange disaster manning its proceedings, his energy dialed up to eleven, his hands giving loud and wide claps. ]

Gather 'round, gather around! My good people, other things, and stuff of the cyberdumps! Tired of the same old burger, the curly fries that just won't curl? We have heard your desperate cries to bring you a shocking new experience!

[ Then he's gesturing, flailing, to some limp, potato-y things on the cardboard box-turned-table-turned-exhibition as if they're something amazing, something truly out of this world. Bat away that skeptisim for yes, they are just regular ol' fries. Or are they? ]

So wipe away your tears and try our new product, the McB-Fry! It'll send you tingling, it's an otherwordly experience. Don't believe me? Then why not ask our super duper expert, your very own-- [ Drumroll please. Ah, the orange terror is providing the drumroll sfx, nevermind. ] DOCTOR CLEAN!

One apple a day will keep me away. [ Halt! This is a pause, a dramatic one. ] But no amount of cockroaches will get in the way between Doctor Clean and his mission to purify the new world of Cerealia of unsanitary toys! And fries.

[ Is that supposed to make sense? Probably no. ]

Have the McB-Fry your way. [ That's totally copyright infringement right there.

And yet, here they are, offering you these fries. Do you take it? ]


( ooc: ratio & birthday will be responding separately! )

[immobileyes]

Um-- I-I can keep a lookout, then!

[ SHE WILL BE USEFUL. ]

[changeably]

[Mary... What a question. He blinks at her, a little confused. Maybe he seems too standoffish?]

I am trying to be so. Is it working?

[cheats]

[ Ciel nods again understandingly, since he'd expected as much. It wasn't much of a hope to think that there would be a way to break his contract with Sebastian, but he had to ask all the same. Yet it gets his temperament to relax somewhat in comparison to the serious way he had treated these questions. ]

It's very interesting, certainly... It's the sort of thing I'd only read about in stories like Faust. Though at least it doesn't seem to be quite like that, thankfully.

[ At least, not for the legal contractors, which Ciel knows. He's seen the incuse seal on Oz's chest, so he knows there is a price all the same. ]

If that's what you're writing incident reports on, though, they must be considerably more interesting than a typical one, at least.

[harepiece]

Ah. Now that you mention it, there are always sweet shops near toy stores...

[But has he really not noticed that before... PROBABLY, ACTUALLY, since Gilbert makes so many sweets that it's not like he ever needs to visit a store for any.

But he'll follow along, just assuming that Ciel will be able to traverse these weird streets with an address alone. His faith is far too high...]

—What's your favorite kind, anyway? [Of dessert, he means, but doesn't explain.]

[playday]

[ What happened to this genre, why is it suddenly horror he didn't sign up for this?!

His valiant knight(??) might not be turning around, but Birthday's getting a face full of ugly, flirty monster when it rounds that corner. He really doesn't like this poker hand, it's turning out to be only 30% fun-- a whole 170% less than what he prefers. ]

Creeslimy's stealin' my spleen's thunder!? Outrage! [ Yells Birthday as he-- body tackles Yata out of the way of the downward swing of those mantis claws, yeah. What was that about battle scars? ]