[ One short painfully awkward elevator ride in which Mosley says nothing and ignores any advances for conversation later, the group arrives on floor 115. As they step out onto the floor, it seems pretty empty yet still in the same stark white polish as the rest of the building. The hallway branches out left and right, so far down that it's nearly impossible to see the end and each side has door after door after door. Above each door is something interesting: a date. ]
I thought it would be pertinent to start off with our history. CERES has been around for quite a while! While, yes, Ms. Recreare only recently purchased the company, Mr. Vincere was not the first owner either. CERES has had a colorful history full of successful and sometimes unsuccessful ventures and we would like to share it with--
[ He pauses, looking startled before a hand covers his face. Mosley takes a few steps forward before dropping to all fours and ... vomiting all over the crisp white floor. The weird thing about it is Mosley's vomit is not quite... normal. No, it's pure black and slick, like oil and it smells just awful. After he's done he rolls over onto his back, the black liquid a very creepy contrast to his pale skin. He reaches a hand up into the air and in his usual monotone, he speaks. ]
Help. Help.
[ Before anyone can react, a door bursts open down the hall, sirens blaring all around, and two CERES issue robots jog out holding a stretcher between them. With swift efficiency, they arrive at the group and lift Mosley onto the stretcher. In another moment, they pick it back up and with a nod to the group, run off down the hall and through a door. Once they disappear into it, the sirens finally shut off. This all happens within the space of about five minutes or so, leaving the group alone.
Well, aside from the vomit that is. The nearest doors read June X9%U, July X9%U, August X9%U and September X9%U. What will you do? ]
▶ GROUP THREE.EXE
. . . LOADING PEKO PEKOYAMA.$$$ . . . LOADING RIO KAMISHIRO.$$$ . . .
. . . LOADING YANG XIAO LONG.$$$ . . . START TOUR.EXE. . .
[ One short painfully awkward elevator ride in which Mosley says nothing and ignores any advances for conversation later, the group arrives on floor 115. As they step out onto the floor, it seems pretty empty yet still in the same stark white polish as the rest of the building. The hallway branches out left and right, so far down that it's nearly impossible to see the end and each side has door after door after door. Above each door is something interesting: a date. ]
I thought it would be pertinent to start off with our history. CERES has been around for quite a while! While, yes, Ms. Recreare only recently purchased the company, Mr. Vincere was not the first owner either. CERES has had a colorful history full of successful and sometimes unsuccessful ventures and we would like to share it with--
[ He pauses, looking startled before a hand covers his face. Mosley takes a few steps forward before dropping to all fours and ... vomiting all over the crisp white floor. The weird thing about it is Mosley's vomit is not quite... normal. No, it's pure black and slick, like oil and it smells just awful. After he's done he rolls over onto his back, the black liquid a very creepy contrast to his pale skin. He reaches a hand up into the air and in his usual monotone, he speaks. ]
Help. Help.
[ Before anyone can react, a door bursts open down the hall, sirens blaring all around, and two CERES issue robots jog out holding a stretcher between them. With swift efficiency, they arrive at the group and lift Mosley onto the stretcher. In another moment, they pick it back up and with a nod to the group, run off down the hall and through a door. Once they disappear into it, the sirens finally shut off. This all happens within the space of about five minutes or so, leaving the group alone.
Well, aside from the vomit that is. The nearest doors read June X9%U, July X9%U, August X9%U and September X9%U. What will you do? ]