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,
- kaoru nagumo,
- 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
PHASE I [ xx PHASE II [ xx PHASE III [ xx PHASE IV [ xx BONUS [ why[ 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! |
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Disgruntled by the (kind, courteous, unnecessary) offer, he doesn't bother raising his head, only exhaling sharply in return. ]
No, it has bugs in it.
no subject
[That's... disgusting. Reim gives his meal one last disturbed look before glancing at his helpful bug-informant. Then he blinks and looks again, because even with his head down, there's no mistaking that bad attitude and grumpy teenager slouch. Maybe if half the Nightray family hadn't made a habit of invading his office for their own purposes for several years...
Still, he's- surprised, to say the least. If anything about why they're in this place is true, this shouldn't be impossible, but Reim doesn't know how much he believes just yet. After a moment he clears his throat and says, somewhat awkwardly,]
Elliot Nightray?
this is late I'M SO SORRY my bad ... holds head ........
[ Elliot already had an entire conversation with America about the validity of including mechanical bugs with cheap, oil-saturated hamburgers, he doesn't even want to get into the technicalities of hygiene and what could very well account for food poisoning.
Anyways, he's tired and in no mood for some tearful heart-to-heart over how many separate occasions he's used Reim's office as a base of operations, so even when his name is called he doesn't react on impulse, but rather in slow increments, staring directly at his journal, of all things, before blinking up at him. ]
... What in the world — what are you doing here?! [ HE CAN ACCEPT OZ BEING HERE, OKAY. WEIRD KID. He probably gouges open separate dimensions in the fabric of space-time with that scythe of his.
But acknowledging that Reim Lunettes, the epitome of mild-mannered practicality, is taking notes about debauched aliens in a fast-food restaurant is kind of like seeing a dead guy revive and ask directions for the nearest supermarket.
To put it bluntly, it stuns the nerves. ]