« 005 ⇢ event005.exe »

[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

[allweather]

[He does have a gun, as tiny and fit to be in a lady's purse for less intense altercations than monster fights as it is. It shoots, and that's what matters.

... And that's a mop. Reim looks skeptical.]

I had imagined something heavier, but- if it suits you. Now? [fight...ing??]

[rollin]

[ Reim is the one with the baby gun, he has no right to judge. ]

Now!

[ Just as the bug creature comes this way, red flames seem to surround Yata and the mop in his hands. He charges, but the head of the mop gets caught in the monster's jaws, which easily break Yata's makeshift weapon. All he's left with is the handle. ]

Ah, shit. [ The bug then attempts to claw at him, which he blocks with the mop handle. That breaks in half, too. ] You run! I'll distract him!

[ Time to parkour and backflip all over the place... ]

[allweather]

[Baby gun makes it sound even lamer, no fair.

Reim hurriedly steps back when Yata catches fire (??), although it's admittedly not the strangest thing he's seen. And he knew that mop wasn't going to be useful, so the bug tearing it apart is hardly a surprise either - but, well. Being now the one between them who's still armed, he wonders if it would be completely ethical to turn and run. Even if Yata is on fire, which must be helping in some way.

He compromises by doubling back to the nearest staircase, so he can get to a landing above and look down on Yata and the bug. Now then-] I will shoot it, if you can move it to the center of the hall!

[aka if you get out of the way, flippy]

[rollin]

[ The fire around him goes out in a snap as he stops to face Reim. ]

What, with your baby gun?

[ He said it. Yata can't immediately see a gun on him, so he doesn't know what use a small pistol will be. If you want to fight a monster this size, you gotta go big! But when the bug lunges at him once more— ]

Gotcha!

[ His eyes glow red as he sprints to the center of the hall. ]

[allweather]

[wOW] My— excuse me!! Exactly which one of us picked up a useless weapon a moment ago?

[Not that this is really the time, Reim, so yes, he's fumbling before pulling his gun out of an inside coat pocket. It's- it is small, but he has good aim, which counts for something.

In any case, once Yata is clear, he will hastily aim - for the head - and take a shot. If anything, getting popped in the bug head will slow it down for a couple seconds.]

[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. ]

[allweather]

[There is only one baby here and it's totally Yata, please!!]

I hope you've thought this one through better than the mop!

[Which he says like a disapproving kindergarten teacher, but since Yata clearly has the ability to set things on fire with his body (??? weird), Reim will let him handle it... He keeps the gun at the ready, just in case.]

[rollin]

[ It's true. ]

Who said anything about thinking?

[ Fire surges from his fist as he gives the bug one last punch, knocking it down and out. Once the fight is over, Yata rests his hands on his knees to catch his breath. He's been fighting a lot today. Maybe he's out of shape? Maybe doing nothing but be sad and watch old home videos all day did this to him. Yeah, that's it.

... fuck it, he'll let himself fall forward and collapse on the ground. ]

[allweather]

[It's lucky there's a bug to be fighting, because the indignant, disbelieving noise Reim makes from his staircase hiding place is pretty embarrassing. Not thinking?? Not thinking???? Yata, you will be the death of him, he can already tell.

But then, once the thing is actually down, Reim hesitates - waits for it to get up again, then finally moves once it doesn't. He can't just leave Yata lying there uselessly. That would be rude. So, down the stairs he comes, again.

To more or less stand there and look down at him, disapprovingly, but hey! He's here!]

This is a terrible place to rest.

[rollin]

[ Typical shounen protag wannabe, it's him. Sorry about that... But Yata's not sorry. He's glad that Reim came back, though! He raises his hand for a moment as if to ask for something. ]

Give me like, five seconds. [ And he does get up! After six. ] Never fought one of those before...

[allweather]

[Oh, good, he's not out cold. Reim would have been obligated to haul him out of the school, and at least one of them would be embarrassed by the end of that adventure... This is better.

He still gives Yata a look like he might drop again, before turning his attention to the bug thing.]

Yes, well, I think you can ruminate on that later, don't you?

[rollin]

[ Yata steadies himself as he looks at the bug to make sure it's down for good, sparing Reim a glance before he stands straight. ]

Yeah. Nice shot back there, though.

[ He scours the area, on the lookout for other creatures. There don't seem to be any around for now. ]

How many rounds you got?

[allweather]

Oh- thank you. [He's surprised, genuinely! If it looks like a nerd and talks like a nerd, it's probably not a regular sharpshooter. But the bug was big, so that helped.

Anyway, let him just verify-] Four left. Did you happen to notice how many classrooms there were?

[One bug per class, he figures, and given that the teachers were clearly not real, the choice between three of them probably doesn't guarantee there are only three bugs.]

[rollin]

[ DON'T SAY THANK YOU LIKE THAT... HE'S GOING TO MAKE HIM TSUN. ]

You think I'd count on the run? [ He's not a nerd like Reim, gosh. But he's trying to remember! ] I'm guessing thirty. ...You sayin' there's thirty of these things?

[ But there were only three teachers!? That doesn't make sense. ]

[allweather]

[MANNERS REQUIRE THANKS... Yata did this to himself.

Anyway, maybe?! Why wouldn't someone try to count, or at least vaguely estimate- He gives the fallen one behind them a meaningful nod.] Well— that one was disguised as a human. I don't recall seeing as many people in the classroom as I have in the halls, so if the numbers work out... I suppose we could have an epidemic of monstrous teachers on our hands.

[So, like. Torch the place- no, but let's go.]

[rollin]

[ Yata starts briskly walking down the corridor to look for an exit, keeping an eye out for any bugs they might come across. ]

Well, putting 'em on quarantine's outta the question, doncha think?

[allweather]

[Bury this whole building. Reim follows him, less brisk, but with the occasional look back to make sure nothing is coming at them from behind.]

Do you intend to bludgeon all of them into submission?

[rollin]

[ He quirks an eyebrow at Reim with a look that has um, yes written all over it. ]

Hey, you're the one with the glasses. You got another plan? Spill it.

[allweather]

[He doesn't like that look... Or that implication even if it's correct??]

I would rather we find the others who were in here and then all of us leave. No?

[rollin]

... Yeah.

[ Damn, he forgot about that. Saving people is also really important. Thanks, token megane. He knew he could count on you. ]

Think we can cover more ground if we split, but will you be okay? [ 4-round baby gun... ]

[allweather]

[That's his job. It's a lesser part of his job to throw himself between people and dangerous things (no, really), so he sort of stands a little straighter. Looks more confidence-inspiring.

He's a grownup, alright, he can do this.]

Yes. [he's gonna say it-] Don't worry about me. And try not to overdo it.

[seriously, if someone has to come back and peel him off the floor...]

[rollin]

I-I got it!

[ Now he's embarrassed because he knows he can do better. What does Reim care, anyway, huh? Look at this guy, acting all cool and admirable and shit. It's not like Yata's moved or anything, but everyone knows what comes after this. ]

But I'm not worried, okay? I just don't wanna hafta drag your ass on the way out! [ In other words, he's worried. ]

[allweather]

[But look, he has 4 whole shots left in his not-a-baby-gun. There's a beat wherein Reim wonders if he should stand up for his ability to take care of himself... again, but eh. How does he do that without starting an endless loop of - this? He doesn't know.

So,] Please, as if that appeals to me, either.

[Which he means in a nice way. A nice, but really don't WORRY way.]

You'll have plenty of time to brag about taking down more creatures than I will— later.

[rollin]

[ Luckily, with logic like that, Yata's pretty easy to convince. Promise him glory and he'll be all over that so fast. ]

Yeah... [ He pumps his fist. ] Got it! You better stay alive so I can tell you all about it, aight?

[ So as he turns on his heel, he waves goodbye. ]

Later, Reim!

[ And there he goes, off to probably get into another fight in the next two minutes, but that's another story for another time. ]

[allweather]

[Ah yes, tales of violence, that's the best thing... he's so glad he literally set himself up for that...

Still, like a good sport he waves back before turning to go the other way and probably, like, yell at someone else. He's not going to tell that story later.

Or ever.]