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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!

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MOD QUESTIONS - OOC

[reparator]

Open!

[sisconning]

Phase I
[Nesso has zero idea what the hell is going on, and it's obvious on his face. He's watching Hilda like she's certifiably insane, glancing around at anyone else in the room like they too might be part of the crazy that is going on. He can't even hope to call it a hallucination, because where the hell would his subconscious come up with something like this?

This is not Weblin. Where is Fiona? Zara? Julian? Where are the wolves? And he has certainly never seen a classroom like this. So it's with an entirely bewildered look that he leans over to the desk nearest him.]

Er... I don't think I'm supposed to be here. [Though he's interrupted by jumping straight out of his chair when the tutor shows up to drape an arm around his shoulders.] Miss, I don't have time for this!


Phase II
[Having his life in imminent danger is at least a little more familiar! So that's... an improvement, right? Nesso bursts from the classroom into the hallway at full speed, followed rather immediately by the overly interested creature.

He needs to put distance between himself and it, figure out what he's up against, but he's leaning towards drawing his sword and putting an end to it.

If you happen to be in the hallway, expect Nesso's knightly instincts to take over. Don't be surprised to be suddenly grabbed by a fast-moving redhead and yanked into the nearest open door. A hissing whisper follows,] Quick! It's not safe!


Bonus
[This isn't food he's pretty sure of that. None of it. So while he makes skeptical faces at the food, he makes even more skeptical faces at the prize. Yuck. Bugs in the not!food. Except, and he announces it in startled bemusement.] This bug is a machine!

[Why. Why would anyone?]

[cheats]

phase I ; CERES history with Hilda

[ When faced with a new, strange situation, of course Ciel is going to opt for a course where he feels he'll actually learn something useful. Everything else seemed like a basic lesson, and while the economics may have interested him too, the history felt much more important. Having a choice of tutors was strange, but he had chosen Hilda ultimately because the robot's name was terrible, and the idea of a governess was simply more familiar.

Poor, poor, naive Ciel.

He's sitting in the class with his arms crossed, clearly not really interested in anything but getting the basic information so that he can do something else, thank you, but. Hilda doesn't appreciate her not quite as attentive student, so she wanders over to give Ciel extra attention, which in this case means "accidentally" dropping her papers right next to Ciel's desk, and most of his view is suddenly filled with bosom.

Being the ever proper little Victorian gentleman, his face had already been warmer with how, uh, little she was wearing in the first place, but that? That gets the flush to spread to his ears, and he pointedly just wrenches his head in the opposite direction. He will have no part of this, madam!! ]

How long is this supposed to even last...

[ He half murmurs it, but if you're sitting nearby, you'll certainly hear it. ]

phase II

[ However, as soon as Hilda is intent on giving Ciel extra tutoring and her form starts to flicker, Ciel will have absolutely none of it. He watches in a confused stupor at first, but as soon as she starts to morph, Ciel hardly hesitates, scrambling out of his chair and away from her, then pulling the concealed pistol he's wearing from his holster. Ciel may be a young boy, but that hardly means that he's adverse to killing, especially a frightening bug monster woman that's trying to feel him up.

He wouldn't miss if he were in top condition, but with one arm broken and being rather beat up and bruised otherwise from what took place before he arrived here, his aim isn't as sharp. He fires off one shot into her shoulder, and the recoil makes his arm jerk back painfully, but he doesn't waste time. He doesn't exactly stop to wait for anyone else, but he does bolt into the hallway, keeping that gun ready to use again, though he's awkwardly trying to turn the chamber for another round. That is, until he glances back and realizes she's (?!) following him. ]

Wha— What the hell is this happening?!

[ He'll just keep running either way... join him, friends ]

phase III

[ So after (thankfully) surviving, even if he had to do so by murdering (???) his sexy (??????) bug professor, Ciel is more than a little put out. Other newcomers might be a little more enthusiastic and cheerful, but Ciel is half collapsed in a chair in the lobby, since he's sore and tired. It's no small wonder why, since he seems to have a broken arm, and there are some dark bruises on his face and neck, but they aren't from he game, at least. Just, you know. A little more sore because of the game.

He's taking a rest before he moves on to deal with whatever the hell the rest of this is supposed to be, but if you're especially kind, you might want to check on this poor little nerdchild. ]

[viperess]

Phase I with Hilda

[Inside the CERES History lecture, taught by Hilda, Rider sits silently and still in a desk that is clearly too big for a 6 foot woman. She takes all the notes Hilda speaks and hardly moves when the woman tries to obviously seduce her. Rider doesn't care for this woman -- there is no scent to her and that either means something obscure it or she is fake. She suspects a bounded field, but for now there is no threat and so she does nothing but silently wait.

At times she may turn her head to observe the others in the class. They all have scents she can detect, which means they are trapped inside here with her. So when Hilda is not hovering over someone, she will quietly call out.]

Excuse me - may I ask what your name is? It seems we are trapped here and we may need to escape soon.

[Just laying it out in the open. She'll worry about whether or not these people remember who she is later.]

Phase II

[The moment Hilda turns into a monster is the moment that Rider stops sitting down.

She immediately jumps off from her chair and gets onto the desk, materializing her chain dagger and striking at the beast that still speaks with Hilda's voice. It looks nasty and fast enough that she has to jump from desk to desk as she tries to attack it and avoid being hurt.

However during the battle the monster grabs her and tosses her through the wall of the class and out into the hall. Do you see her being tossed or find her just as she hits the wall outside the classroom? Either way she's injured, though not anything fatal, and she's grunting as she tries to assess her wounds.]

Phase III

[This game room looks infinitely more interesting than that fake school. In particular, Rider is immediately drawn to a dual racing car game. She barely fits the seat properly because of her height, but she happily begins to play the game. Her riding skill means even a game about riding is easy to pick up.

However she continues to play it for a long time, smiling widely and gripping the wheel so tight she may be ready to pull it off (and she could with her strength.) Sorry if you feel like using it -- although there is an extra machine right next to hers that could be used to play together.]

II

[sunshade]

[ GUESS WHO ALSO CHOSE CERES HISTORY WITH HILDA, IT'S MURDERMOM. However, considering how enraptured she was with the actual lesson (what a nerd), she feels somewhat ashamed that she missed the sight of him in the classroom proper. But combat is one area she can make up in, and seeing as he's still clearly injured with her amateur first aid treatments, she bolts out into the hallway, following him. Even in his injured state he's still so much faster than her, isn't it sad. Struggling Nerd indeed. ]

--Ciel, hold on.

[ She doesn't know how much it'll help, but she does proceed to unleash a ring of fire at the bug, hoping to stall it some. ]

ota!

[harepiece]

phase ii
[There is one (1) turbospeed kid currently careening his way through the halls! Because wow, talk about uncomfortable lessons; his Victorian Sensibilities™ had him wanting to speed out of that room even before his tutor morphed into some horrific hellbeast. Perhaps he'll crash head-on into you, dear fellow escapee, either turning a corner too fast or throwing open a different classroom door in an attempt to find an exit. In which case, the unlucky recipient will get a hasty:]

Agh, sorry—!! [Hopefully he didn't bash any noses too hard...

Outside of that, maybe you're having some trouble shaking your tutor! If so, prepare to be pULLED INTO A DARK CLASSROOM BY A SHADY FORCE OF EVIL. Except no, it's just Oz, trying to save as many poor souls as possible...]

Just wait here for a second, I think it'll be safe to head back... [IF ONLY.]

bonus phase
[Well that sure was a mess of trial and error and mostly error. After failing spectacularly to impress his weird alien bug instructor (but at least managing not to die?!), Oz can initially be found just sort of sitting on the sidewalk outside of the questionable burger joint, looking vaguely traumatized. A strip tease is his punishment for not murdering anything... incredible...

But you can't keep an Oz down for long, so soon enough he's approaching people in the area. He may be brandishing the voucher with a questioning look and a:]

Is the food that this thing's for any good?

[Or maybe he's already given up on hoping that anything could be worth the Great Discomfort he faced in CERESLearn and he just wants to get rid of the damn thing. Maybe you're the lucky recipient he's trying to shove it at!!]

Hey, do you want this? I'm not really hungry right now, but I don't want it to go to waste!

phase iii

[normcore]

[ Making sure that eldritch robot faced her vicious wrath isn't worth the outcome. Her coupon is lost on her as she can't even smell the food without feeling her stomach recoil from the greasy, gluton-filled burgers and fries, but she figures that everyone's heading over to the fast food place so she might as well talk to someone as a means to sort this stuff out.

Marcie keeps to herself for the most part, happy to observe, but amidst all those enjoying their food and conversing amongst themselves... she spots someone who looks nothing like she imagines what a gamer looks like. In fact, she would take her for the typical cybergoth loner that only shows up in movies and not the real hallways of high school: entirely fictional for a purpose to appeal the masses, rather than showing what computer geniuses really look like.

She makes her way over, lacing her fingers in front of her as she watches the person playing the game more than the game itself. She knows nothing about racing games nor does she know anything about driving, but she knows how certain mechanics work thanks to the arcades at the amusement park. ]

You know, if you raise the velocity of how hard your foot is pressing on the pedal, you won't need to hold the steering wheel like that.

ota;

[immobileyes]

[ Phase I. ]

[ To someone who'd lived with her mother for a very long time, Mary (not given much of a choice in the matter) had opted for a female tutor. Except after the third round of Hilda brushing aside her hair to purposely breathe on her neck, she's had enough.

Meaning if you look at the desk where there once sat a small, white-haired young girl, the chair is now empty.

Because the small, white-haired young girl is now huddled underneath the desk, looking absolutely petrified. Try not to startle her too badly, or she'll probably smack her head on the underside of her hiding spot. Or do. It could be funny. ]


[ Phase II. ]

[ Given the time, Mary could wax philosophical about the irony of a monster chasing a monster. But she's not the type, and the monster lady is ever so sweetly rampaging through the hallway. When she's not running for her life, she's frantically looking from side to side, desperate for a familiar face. She may not be that useful of an ally, but if your tutor is about to seductively bite your head off, she may suddenly appear, frazzled and panting. If you're in a position where you can see her eyes, you may also notice the irises change from pink to red when she stares at your former tutor.

And your former tutor will freeze. Not for long, just for a few minutes, but it's something.

Granted, then Mary will trip or slip on something and go down in a heap of hair, so yeah, not the most impressive ally here. Who said all medusae were badass? ]


[ Bonus. ]

[ So, the thing is. Mary has finally reached this Ceresmcwhatsit. And currently, she is standing outside of it. Staring at it.

And if you're passing by, and she spots you, she'll duck behind one corner of the building before she speaks up. ]

E-e-excuse me!

[cheats]

Patchouli—

[ Likewise, Ciel had been a bit distracted to actually take notice of who was around him, but he's incredibly relieved to see a familiar face at all, and even moreso to see that Patchouli is actually equipped with something much more useful than his little handgun. He slows his gait enough so that she doesn't have to struggle to keep up. He'd even take her hand if he could, but with only one useable at the moment, he has to reserve that one for his pistol rather than being a gentleman. ]

Can you keep doing that? I— We'll head towards an exit! You take care of what's behind us, and I'll keep the front.

[sunshade]

Mmmm...some of these are explosive, so make absolutely sure to stay in the front.

[ She doesn't want crispy Ciel bits okay!!

It burns off a leg or two, but she's disappointed enough to see that the fire spell didn't do as much damage as she would have hoped. She frowns, and the old-looking tome in her hands flips open by itself, floating up to eye level. This is one moment she could not be happier with her past self for enchanting it with auto-spellcasting. ]

ota;

[bunsofsteel]

Phase II

Shit!

[Tenten's not so much running in fear as she is trying to get a better angle on the creature pursuing her, leaping backwards and drawing a kunai from the holster strapped to her leg. The creature used to be Astor, which had been a start to the weirdest dream she'd ever experienced. Who the hell was that guy supposed to be, anyway?

Strangely enough, being chased by a monster? Easier to comprehend than phase 1 had been.

Please don't mind the girl sprinting along the wall, sticking to the vertical surface as if by some magic.]

Phase III

Hey!

[Tenten's standing near one of the walls with her arms crossed, looking none-too-pleased with this whole situation. By now, she's managed to rule out the possibility that this might be a dream. To anyone who'll listen, she'll ask,] What were you guys doing, before you ended up in this place? You don't really trust this, do you?

Bonus

[Tenten's just kind of picking at her food, as if trying to figure out what it is she's eating. Mildly Content Meal? Give her a break, this is ridiculous. The beef smells weird.

Anyone else get something different...? Please trade with her. If anyone sits nearby, though, she won't hesitate to turn toward them with a friendly smile.]

Hey. You from around here?

[Asking new arrivals and others alike, considering she has no idea who could be what here.]

open!

[rollin]

phase i

[ The room is well-ventilated. Yata is pretty damn sure of this because of the cold draft coming in from the hallway and between him and Hilda, he's the only one sweating nervously when she opens her blouse and makes a comment about the sultry heat. If anyone asks, he didn't mean to pick her. He only mumbled her name because it was significantly less cooler than Astor and a thousand times more normal than UN-Zippy, okay? But if he's completely honest, he would rather have this than an unsexy robot.

Even if she does keep giving him extra attention like, "No skateboards in class, Misaki Yata" or "No shoes on the table, Misaki Yata" or "Are you really paying attention, Misaki Yata?"

Naturally, the answer is a frightened, stuttered yes, but while Hilda sensually eats an apple on her table, Yata takes this opportunity to talk to the person beside him. ]

Uh, hey, what time is it?

[ He's wearing a watch, though. ]

phase ii

I fucking knew we couldn't trust that teacher!

[ He was ogling and peeking from between his fingers half the time, though. Now here he is, running, possibly with his fellow classmates. He knows he can't let this bug chase him forever. That's why he's heading downstairs for weapons—P.E. equipment. He doesn't seem to have any problems running or jumping to and from high places, but look a little closer and you'll see his eyes glowing red. ]

You doing good?

[ He looks back to ask the person behind him. If they've kept up with him so far, that is. ]

bonus

Yo, are they gonna give us free food every time we fight monsters or—

[ He doesn't continue his question because he just took a bite out of his burger, a sip out of his soda, ate a few fries... yeah, he's hungry. Bless McCERES. ]

[viperess]

[For the most part she is absorbed in the game, enjoying the simplicity of the mechanics. She thinks that riding a real car would be more exhilarating, but the fake experience isn't bad either. It's amusing how fast she can make it go if nothing else.

However when she hears a voice she breaks her attention from the screen to look (well, "look" almost being figurative with her blindfold on) at the girl she believes is addressing her.]

Is that so?

[She says softly, curious about the girl's explanation. Her time period didn't have anything like cars and she can't quite properly absorb how to use one efficiently through a simulated game machine - not in the same way she could with the real thing.

So she turns her head back and does as the girl says. She tries to lean back further into the seat and softens her hold on the wheel, instead adjusting her foot on the pedal. It takes a few seconds but the game responds and the mph of the virtual car increases steadily. Rider turns her head back to the girl and smiles.]

It seems you were correct. Thank you. I've never ridden a car, so your advice was useful.

open!!

[tightwire]

II. TIIIIIIMBER!

[ While everyone is running away from this creepy bug thing, there's one brave soul who isn't. As much as Tsukumo doesn't want to engage it because guh bugs of all things, it's nothing different from her previous occupation of chasing down monsters. And since it's causing havoc too like said monsters, it's now her job to take it down too. She's armed with a chair she pulled out one of the classrooms though with the intent of using it as a weapon. Yup.

If you ever stumble into the same corridor as hers, she will either: a. usher you behind her and into an empty classroom or safe location; or ... ]

Watch out!

[ b. yell at you to evade a flying chair. Best choices ever. ]

IV. SIR, YOU DROPPED YOUR CLOTHES.

[ So she failed. But that's okay because it's most likely out of trying to save someone and getting eaten in the process. Hopefully the person she saved did not get eaten too, thanks. And now she's enduring this questionable striptease done by a robot. It's definitely awkward and disconcerting and she's really had enough of this but Tsukumo's only frowning at it, picking up the fallen articles of clothing. All she wants is to study and all she got is this.

... You really shouldn't pick up dirty things, Tsukumo. ]

BONUS. WHERE'S THE BAYGON INSECTICIDE WHEN YOU NEED IT?

[ Are you sharing a table with Tsukumo for the complimentary lunch? Not that she's eating but yes? Well, then, I hope you're holding onto your meals because the table will soon be flipped over by one (1) slender young lady with a shriek. And she looks so disturbed (as in a terrified manner, not in a ... crazy, deranged one) that one wonders what even caused such an outburst.

Of course, if you'd look closer, you'll see the reason on the floor along with her now-wasted meal in its small, brown, buzzing glory. ]

... Why is there — [ Tsukumo shrieks again and jumps to one side, not bumping into an unsuspecting person hopefully, as the toy moves and buzzes closer to her. So much for poise and elegance. ] — S, stop! Get it away!

phase i;

[insolvent]

[ it's just his luck that something weird like this would happen the first time he logs into ViViD in a while... though ludger could probably just turn around and log right back out, he is admittedly a little curious about what's going on. though it doesn't really seem like there's any deeper meaning behind these "lessons," he can't discount the possibility altogether.

granted, as time goes on, he begins to question whether he should really be wasting his time like this. ]

Huh? [ he's a little surprised when another of the "students" addresses him - though he'd noticed her earlier, he couldn't really be sure whether she was just another part of this simulation or not. she didn't exactly give off the impression of just another student... but it's not like "hilda" really seemed much like a proper tutor either. ]

Oh... I'm Ludger. [ he pauses, scratching his cheek a little. escape? he can see why she'd want to, but... ] Are you new here? I know it's a little odd, but this will probably blow over in a little bit. [ he hopes. ]

[normcore]

[ Marcie doesn't seem all that weirded out that she's wearing a blindfold while maneuvering a driving game. There's a logical explanation for it that, at any other time, she would have loved to figure out. The erstwhile calls of false supernatural mysteries that ended up being people in suits is no longer applicable here at this moment in time. As much as she would love to solve this mystery, there are other pressing matters at hand.

Such as why murdering a robotic tutor would get her a food coupon and not even an ounce of fulfillment. Perhaps she should look into one of those shooting games across the way...

Marcie shrugs and crosses her arms. The praise is nice, but her voice is still monotone like it's nothing new to her. Her attention is now on the neon colored game. ]

I don't know how to drive either. I just know how these things work from my dad's amusement park. What else is a seven-year-old girl supposed to do except pull these things apart to see how they work?

[viperess]

New? [The word implies this is an ongoing situation, not something he has just appeared into like her.] Yes, I suppose I am. To what I don't know - this is not a real school, that much I can tell.

[It looks real enough and it's similarly structured to the high school in Fuyuki City. However it has no smell apart from the students and Hilda especially appears particularly fake to her.]

ota!!

[sunshade]

Phase I
[ CERES HISTORY WITH HILDA SURE IS POPULAR. Whatever, like hell she was going to take lessons with a guy constantly flexing his muscles at her, and she wasn't quite sure how to feel about robots right now. The girl seemed normal enough, surely nothing could go wr--that sure is cleavage and suggestive bending over to get pencils. ]

Honestly, would you stop that? I am in no way interested in your sexual advances, so if you'd just--

[ Yeahhhhhhh this isn't working. Because Patchouli is a giant nerd, she was actually trying to listen to the lesson information. Best to know about the strange place you've woken up in, right? Unfortunately, this is getting her nowhere and she looks to be getting more and more frustrated by the minute. ]

Phase II
[ Oh, thank God. It felt like it had been so long since she'd had a good fight; ten days without magic was torture. Honestly, a hot woman trying to seduce her promptly turning into a maneating bug was not the weirdest thing she's ever seen. And she is relishing this fight, flying around and hopping on the desks, spells firing off from her fingertips and the strange-looking book in her grasp.

There's a particularly large water spell initiated, drenching the floor, only for...the bug to come charging back at her. ]

...interesting. Water spells are completely ineffective.

[insolvent]

This is all some sort of game. Usually. But this is the first time I've seen it look like this... like a school. [ beats having to fight dragons in his book though, so he isn't complaining. for now. ]

They really do a bad job explaining things at the beginning, don't they... [ not that CERES ever really gets any better at it. ] Once this simulation finishes, you should be able to log out and see the real world. [ ...admittedly, he has no idea exactly what they're supposed to be doing here. ]

[labsmokes]

( a; PHASE I -> II )

[ There's trying and then there's trying too hard. It's true that Shion made sure to pick the cute hot lady tutor for laughs, but this is really trying Way Too Hard. It's more of a turn-off than anything! A+ for concept, D- for execution.

And then the flickering begins.

...well, the holo really is shoddily done too, isn't it? Pity, it was such a well-done model too, if she's any judge of that. So she'll just streeetch to catch your eye. ]

Well then! I think it's time for a bathroom break.

( b; BONUS STAGE )

[ It looks like a burger, smells like a burger, but does it taste like a burger? Let's find out.

..........no, it tastes like disappointment and that pretty much shows on her face. ]

[viperess]

[She nods and turns her head back around, just so she can properly focus on the game. The blindfold is really more for other people - she can see through it just fine thanks to her eyes. It only stops her the mystic power of them from affecting others.]

So you were raised around these machines and you became curious as to what they did. Are these machines only for entertainment or is there something else you were looking to discover?

iii

[tightwire]

[ She's not touching her food, frowning at it like it's made of toxic waste. Just the name is questionable in itself but this looks just unappetizing to her. Her seatmate (?) on the other hand seems to be enjoying it — or is just too hungry to care what he's eating. ]

I'm not sure but would you like to have my share as well? [ Because, well, it doesn't look like your burger will last three more bites the way you're eating, Yata. ] I'm not very hungry.

[viperess]

Explanation? [She tilts her head, her brow furrowing.] I didn't receive any explanation. I came to an area to select a subject and tutor and arrived here. But it's comforting to know this isn't all there is to it.

[She really has no interest in school. Especially not a school with a fake person trying to seduce her (unsuccessfully at that.)]

bonus

[duad]

[ Getting fast food after a rehearsal is rare these days, but it's still reminder of home and she does it once in awhile out of habit. It's hard to get used to going by herself and buying food for just herself. She's finished a composition and feels like she deserves a nice, greasy meal to satisfy how overworked her brain is, so she doesn't expect being stopped by someone who isn't standing in front of her.

Mary pauses to look around, then figures the voice came from the corner. She furrows her eyebrows. ]

Um... yeah...?

phase ii;

[insolvent]

Really? Is that why you kept giving her those looks?

[ okay, ludger probably shouldn't be amused by this situation as he is... that thing chasing them is genuinely creepy, after all. but it had at least been more focused on yata throughout their "class," and that hadn't really changed now that it was some sort of insect monster.

...of course, ludger would intervene if it looked like things were getting genuinely dangerous, but for now he'd just enjoy the absurdity of it all. this is definitely less troubling than some of the other vivid scenarios in the past. ]