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Entry tags:
- !event,
- !intro,
- america (alfred f. jones),
- ayato naoi,
- birthday,
- butch cassidy,
- chikage kazama,
- cynbel lightfoot,
- elliot nightray,
- elza clifford,
- heung soo park,
- hirari abe,
- hokuto midou,
- kagemitsu kumou,
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- ludger will kresnik,
- marcie fleach,
- mary "stormer" phillips,
- mary kozakura,
- misaki yata,
- nesso galland,
- nice,
- oz vessalius,
- patchouli knowledge,
- peggy carter,
- ratio,
- reim lunettes,
- russia (ivan braginsky),
- sakura matou,
- shihoudou,
- shinpachi nagakura,
- shirou emiya,
- shuu nagumo,
- sousei abe,
- takakage kobayakawa,
- tenten,
- vincent nightray,
- yang xiao long,
- zara skeens,
- zero
« 005 ⇢ event005.exe »
Who: CERES & you
When: IC: 10/04 | OOC: 11/15
Where: ViViD & McCERES
What: Intro Log
Rating/Warning: PG-13 | slightly nsfw
When: IC: 10/04 | OOC: 11/15
Where: ViViD & McCERES
What: Intro Log
Rating/Warning: PG-13 | slightly nsfw
//event005.EXE
 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.
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//SCENARIOS.EXE
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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.
//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! |
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[ which is exactly as much of a dig as it sounds like.
russia himself is not the most tactful guy in the world, and he's used to dealing with even more tactless people—so really, there's nothing to worry about... for the most part. after a short pause, russia's going to turn to face butch head-on, giving him his full and (disturbingly) undivided attention. again, he steers the topic away from himself.
sorry, butch, he's literally the worst conversational partner you could have picked right now. ]
You are American, yes? [ he'd recognize that particular cadence anywhere, not that it truly matters anymore. without giving butch room to reply, he continues: ] The Americans I have met have all been very—patriotic.
So then, when you came here, were you upset when you discovered your home had been destroyed? Your land? Your family and your friends?
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[ And there we go again with the newbie ignoring the concern or something.
He's surprised by the guy knowing he's American just after meeting him, though. Surprised enough to actually manage to distract him (at least for a little while) because he's not told anyone here he's American. Rather, he has not mentioned what country he was born in to anyone, and there's only one person here who knows his main alias, too. He just told people he comes from Bolivia, since it's technically not a lie. He was in Bolivia before switching worlds, after all.
He can't claim to be very patriotic, though. ]
Well, first off I ain't sure'f it's my original world they're saying has been destroyed, or if it's the one I was between Bolivia and here.... But yeah, 'course it makes me upset. Not that I've seen my family or most of my friends for years, but none the less, they're still important. If't's the Drif world that's been destroyed, then there's my partner to be concerned about... On the other hand, both me'n him's always lived as if every day's the last, so there's that... [ "There's no tomorrow for the Wild Bunch" he had said on occasions. Since living on the Outlaw Trail could get you killed any day. ] S' that what has y'upset? [ Likely. ]
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slowly, listening to butch, russia's expression goes from one of forced cheer to one of sharp interest. after a moment, he responds... truthfully, this time. ]
Yes. Then you know how it feels. My family... and my friends, and my children. They are gone. [ an icy pause. ] At least, I have been told they are, but I am not sure I want to believe it.
[ the evidence is too overwhelming to ignore, though. and russia can feel it, besides—there's something missing that was there before, a connection to the land that he no longer has, as if some invisible tether had been cut.
the mention of bolivia makes russia blink, though; could he have been mistaken? perhaps. ]
Bolivia? [ well, america would know more about that, wouldn't he? then, after absorbing the rest: ] How do you mean, that you were, ah—between worlds?
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Children? He's not all that surprised, really. Getting kids at a young age was no uncommon thing. He's curious about how many the guy might have, but that might be a bit unwise to ask at the moment. ]
Yeah. [ He doesn't want to believe it either. ] You don't have t'believe it, that's all up t'you, not anyone else. There ain't anythin' wrong in havin' hope.
[ Even if it might be useless to have. But hope is something that carries people and make them able to push forward, so he thinks it's a good thing to have, none the less.
Oooh, how to explain that? ]
Well, y'see, one day, we ended up in this weird corridor, when we were out doin' stuff in the forest [ it's not a complete lie, that they were out in the wilderness. just..not in a forest. ] everything just was completely different. So, in the corridor was this man wearin' glasses, sittin' behind a desk, and the corridor was filled with doors, an' then he made us go through one'a those doors an' we ended up in a world not at all our own, original one.
[ If he had known about rpgs, he could have called it a jamjar. Because it's a jamjar. ]
It was hella confusin', that.