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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

[allweather]

[Oh, he hadn't expected to catch a thief. He's really not intending on eating the food, but to have it stolen is just so brazen, come now...

There's a pause, and in the moment that passes Reim realizes exactly what just happened here. He didn't even notice, well... that's disappointing. He frowns.]

Couldn't you have asked?

[playday]

[ Nothing like a frown to make him lean his hip against the table, tilt forward a little. Just casually casting a shadow over that notebook as if he's attempting to take a peek-- even when he doesn't have the attention span for such a thing. ]

What, for a baby fry? Isn't that overkill? They gave us plenty of that today, you shouldn't try to copy a patent cliché so early, you know.

[allweather]

[Ordinarily he wouldn't mind someone just looking, but with the precedent already set for petty thievery he none too subtly switches the hold on his notebook to his other hand. This is his prized possession, don't breathe too close to it...]

I- I assure you I'm not copying anything, least of all the nonsense they subjected us to earlier. It's polite to ask, you know.

[playday]

[ No, seriously. Paint a brighter, more neon goop on that notebook, why don't you. Don't Touch never deters people of Birthday's inclinations, only makes them hyper focused and curious as to what might be worth such jealous guarding instead.

Leeeeaning... ]

Sure, but so's sharing. [ Dismissive. Lessons in tact is boring. Next! ] That's kind of harsh though, isn't it? Calling it all nonsense? Pretty sure her measurements were all real, might be worth putting it in your diary.

[allweather]

[He should have known, true, but sometimes the delusional hope that this time, people with no sense of personal space will surprise him lingers. Like this time.

Still, that actually gets him to hold up the page so it's visible. Look, he's not writing down lewd things among these Serious Notes. How dare you.]

It isn't a diary! This is a record of strange events that happen in this city, starting today!

[playday]

[ ... That was easy. He has a few choice words on how easy this guy is making it, but-- eh. Not all low-hanging fruit tasted sour and bland.

There's a bit of a squint as he takes proper stock of the writing, fully expecting to see a neat, prissy(?) cursive. And, well, Birthday manages to get through about a sentence and a half before he's callin' it quits. His attention span isn't built for this sort of hardship. ]

Fool, did you really think measurements of that calibre is seen every day?! Quick, give me your pen!

[allweather]

[It is neat and prissy, good eye. There are even symbols and little arrows between things he assumes are related, he clearly has a system—]

No. [Instead, he snaps the notebook shut. Measurements, please...] Would you give that a rest? She was not real.

[playday]

[ A system that had gotten Birthday to tilt his head at in curiosity before that book's closed in his face, rude. Sigh! Leans back, but instead of departing, he's settling right into the chair across from Reim's. ]

Where's your sense of imagination? Don't you think you're tryin' too hard with the glasses clichés?

[allweather]

[Reim would explain his very detailed system if not for the rest of this conversation. He would invent and use verbal footnotes.

That said,] I— Just because I wear glasses doesn't mean-!! [yes it does] I can't help my poor eyesight...

[playday]

[ Birthday would be lost at the first 't' of footnotes, lbr. He'd mostly been interested in the symbols and what Mr. Glasses had found important enough to transcribe, but-- eh. This reaction's interesting in its own right. ]

--Ah? Are you having an identity crisis? [ Gasp. ] In public?

[ By his tone, one would think Reim was doing something else entirely... ]