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« 001 ⇢ INTERLUDE001.EXE »
Who: Mosley and these unfortunate souls
When: OOC: 6/27, IC: 1/26
Where: CERES Research Tower
What: Mosley takes a few lucky souls on a tour of the CERES offices.
Rating/Warning: PG-13: Some violence, injuries and possible death.
▶ VIDEO.EXE | IC: 1/25
▶ RUN.EXE | MOD NOTES
When: OOC: 6/27, IC: 1/26
Where: CERES Research Tower
What: Mosley takes a few lucky souls on a tour of the CERES offices.
Rating/Warning: PG-13: Some violence, injuries and possible death.
▶ VIDEO.EXE | IC: 1/25
[ The broadcast comes bright and early for those paying attention to their CereVices; the man who appears on the screen is strikingly pale, white-haired and piercingly blue-eyed. He looks young, no more than nineteen or twenty and he's dressed in a crisp black and white suit. He stares into the screen for a long moment, long enough to be, frankly, just a bit uncomfortable.▶ ACTION.EXE | IC: 1/26
And then white eyelashes blink and an awkward, unsure smile spreads across his face. He lifts a hand to fix his tie and speaks. ]
This is Mosley.
[ The smile drops, leaving him with a blank expression once again. ]
CERES has decided in a show of good faith to open our doors to you. I have been given the task of, [ He lifts his hands to emphasize with air quotes. ] "being your tour guide." If that is what I must do, so be it. The lazy worm does not get the apple, after all.
[ He looks down at the tablet on his desk, giving it a few taps and suddenly an icon appears on the bottom right hand of the video. ]
That link will bring you to a listing to make an appointment. You will be given a time. Show up promptly or do not, it is no matter to me. The tour will leave ten minutes after your given time and that will be that. Tours will only last a few hours so you needn't worry about the rest of your day. You will certainly return home in time to catch the latest episode of [ Air quotes again. ] "Banana is the New Black." I hear there's going to be a cliffhanger!
[ A pause and he looks oddly thoughtful. ]
I suppose you could also steal it off the internet? [ Blank again. ] Which would be wrong. Our lawyers will contact you if you do that. Do not.
[ And then another of those awkward smiles before quickly turning into something a bit startled and he taps his tablet again, ending the video. Replies to this feed have been disabled, unfortunately. Seems like someone isn't feeling very chatty. It's a miracle. ]
[ The next day, that Monday, those who take Mosley up on his offer will find that him standing there right in front of the main CERES office building, waiting. It’s with that same disconcerting smile that he unlocks the door and ushers them in.
Welcome, all of you, to our lovely CERES!
The group will find themselves standing in a lobby. Clean white walls and floors, a bright blue rug leading towards the elevators on the far wall, and a white reception counter. At the counter are two CERES robots answering calls and directing any visitors (though the lobby seems quite empty today) and on the wall behind them is a hologram of the CERES logo for all to see. Mosley stands in the center of the carpet in his usual suit and claps his hands together, putting on a smile. ]
Welcome to CERES.
[ And then the smile drops. Voice flat, he continues. ]
There has been... talk over the past few months that we at CERES have not been working 24/7 to help you, our clientele, return to your homes safely and soundly. There has also been... talk that we do not do anything. That this entire company is a farce, which is honestly quite hurtful to both me and the other hardworking staff at this company. Mr. Vincere had his way of running this place but Ms. Recreare is fond of a more hands on approach. We want to share that approach with you.
[ He spreads his hands to indicate to the building around them. ]
CERES has many fingers in many jars and they've all been sealed tight for a while. We would like to open those jars. So once again, welcome to CERES and please follow me.
[ After that, Mosley turns and begins to lead the group off. ]
▶ RUN.EXE | MOD NOTES
This is the event log for these sign-ups! Your groups have been sorted below; here are a few handy links for you:Group 01 | OOC plotting
Group 02 | OOC plotting
Group 03 | OOC plotting
Group 04 | OOC plotting
Group 05 | OOC plotting
Group 06 | OOC plotting
Group 07 | OOC plotting
Group 08 | OOC plotting
Group 09 | OOC plotting
Group 10 | OOC plotting
There is no tagging order, so feel free to tag in whatever way works best for you as a group.
The tours will technically last 3 hours icly, but that may change as ic events happen; oocly, the threads will last as long as necessary, though Mosley will come and collect your characters if they are moseying around too long! There will be mod involvement in each of the tours.
If there are any questions, feel free to ask them here. You are welcome to plot with your groupmates by using the ooc top level comments linked above. Thank you!
▶ GROUP EIGHT.EXE
. . . LOADING SOUSEI ABE.$$$ . . . LOADING TOUKA KIRISHIMA.$$$ . . .
. . . START TOUR.EXE. . .
[ This group is going to be lead not out the building, not in an elevator, not up the stairs but through a set of double doors down a hallway to their right. Windows line the walls of the corridor Mosley leads them through showing scientists (or people in lab coats with goggles) conducting many different experiments. Not all the scientists are human, nor are they all robot. Some are entirely different species altogether! (Please don't stare at that man's tentacles, he's very shy.) Meanwhile, Mosley talks. ]
Science! It's a wondrous thing, is it not? How the universe is made, how the universe is unmade. Explanations for how things work that isn't some bullshit stupid piece of shit nonsensical deity. I mean, honestly! How am I supposed to believe there's some supernatural force in the fucking sky that controls everything we say and do?! That's illogical is what it is! There's no sense to that!
[ He's just going to stop and kick at a conveniently placed trash can, sending it crashing through one of the windows and scaring all the scientists inside. It skids across one of the lab tables and leaves a trail of fire in its wake, sirens going off as the entire room is drenched in water. One of the scientist's skin suddenly puffs up into spikes. Mosley doesn't address any of this, just stops to adjust his tie and lets his expression fall blank again. Back to the monotone, he leads the group around a corner (away from the fire and chaos) and continues heading to a set of double doors at the end. ]
Today, we will be doing some science.
[ Through the double doors, the group is lead into a room with rows of tables in which beakers and computers and all sorts of science-y stuff are spread about. There's chalkboard on the other side of the room that has little drawings of an eye, a nose, an ear, a hand, and a mouth. As each tour member enters the room, Mosley hands them a lab coat. ]
Please put on your lab coats. You don't have to but if you do not put on the lab coat, you can just get out. But then you'd miss all the science! Please put on the lab coat.
[ After that, he spreads his hands to gesture to the entirety of the room in front of them. ]
Now do some science!
[ That's all the instruction he's going to give, apparently.
Should the characters look around, they'll find lab tables with strange chemicals on them, panels filled with buttons covered in odd symbols, and a control panel of sorts at the far end of the room. That aside, they're simply surrounded by glass and the scientists that are hard at work. ]
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He soon discovers that he is less interest in the science itself but rather his attention is captured by the scientists. Science for him had always been a means to an end. What goals can he achieve if he discovers more of how life on this planet works?
Standing by the window, enraptured by the scientist with the tentacles, Manfred simply watches for several lingering moments before rapping sharply on the glass like a belligerent child at the aquarium. )
You! Yes, you. What are you doing?
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It's only all the worse that this guy is here too.
He frowns tightly at the rapping on the glass, but chooses to ignore Manfred, moving towards the consoles and screens instead. Maybe there's some information...? He's from the 1800's, though, so tech-savvy is not in his capabilities, so he seems hesitant to touch anything.
And he really doesn't want to talk to Mosley, fuck that guy.]
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Which is totally what she's doing now when that old guy starts rapping on the glass, but at least he's not getting side eyed as much as Mosley. Nobody in this room will probably get as side-eyed as Moseley. Ew.]
... Right. ["Do some science" might as well be the world's vaguest command, so she's just going to... look around. Or, try to. After she gives her lab coat one heck of a paranoid look-over, that is. Maybe glance at symbols on those panels, once that's done.
If something else catches fire, she's so out of here.]
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How wonderful~ Is there a manual or can we touch whatever we like?
[Not that being told not to would stop Schrodinger from touching something if it caught his interest or if he was curious to see what it did, but since they seemed as temperamental as Dok he wondered. Upon getting the lab coat he'll instantly wind up on the opposite side of the glass as von Karma.]
Why don't you come in und see for yourself?
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He's almost by the side of the betentacled man when he turns back to face the rest of the randomly assigned tour group. With his free hand, the one not resting atop his cane, he beckons. )
Well, are you coming or not?
( Now that he thinks about it, that other man looks suspiciously familiar. Had he seen him some place before? It didn't matter. If the scientists themselves would not divulge useful information he would examine the room in now detail. Perhaps he would start with that chalkboard. )
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An alarm over the door flashes red, and that is when armed robots appear, leveling their weapons at Schrodinger. Someone's not too happy. ]
See, I could have just told you that would happen. Why do you think we have windows? They're delicate people, mind you. All science and more science, no time for ... not science. Come back over here before we shoot you, sir.
[ In contrast, in the room where Mosley was leading them to, Manfred, Sousei and Touka are alone in peace. There doesn't seem to be anything stopping them from touching things, at least. Mosley's still standing calmly by the door and after a moment, pulls out his CereVice to check his email. ]
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A frown, tense. If they open fire, he might try anyway; he doesn't know Schrodinger, but leaving one of their group behind doesn't really sit well with him.
The rest of the room seems to have been forgotten by him, but then--he's a soldier, it's perhaps unsurprising.]
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Oops. I just wanted a closer look.
[Walking back over towards the door he certainly didn't hurry. He'd had his head blown off plenty of times before, besides they wouldn't want to make such a mess would they?]
I suppose this was an experiment?
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Ugh.]
What the hell is wrong with them?
[More or less a rhetorical question, but. Seriously. What the heck is up with that type of reaction to an intruder? She already wants this tour to be over, wow.]
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Mosley seems to be done chatting; he just stands there without a word.
Meanwhile, they are left in the same room, computer consoles present, odd buttons on the walls and various tablets on the desk. ]
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Tch. He tell us to do 'science' ( he throws a look in Mosley's direction ) , yet separate us from the scientists. You'd think they're dealing in corporate espionage. ( Then again, maybe they are. So he keeps quiet on that line of thought; his idle curiosity isn't worth sticking his neck out over. He turns his attention to the room to which they've been relegated. )
It seems like we're stuck in here. Let's have a look around.
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It seems that unlike the rest of you, I work on a schedule.
[ He'll take a few quick strides to the closest lab table and with one push of a hand, he vaults himself on top of it. When he's there, he takes a moment to straighten his suit before pulling a small lighter out of his jacket and holding it up to the sprinkler system. If anyone tries to push him off, they'll just receive a swift kick to the head.
If you don't mess with him, it will only take a few moments until the system turns on, water drenching everyone and everything in the room. He takes a look at his watch again, counting down silently. Three... two... one...
The floor will suddenly give out under everyone's feet, sending them straight down into a black abyss. Mosley gives a short wave and the last sight of him will be as he calls for someone to "turn off these sprinklers already! And get me a new suit!" ]
▶ CHECKPOINT ONE.SAV
. . . CONTINUING TOUR.EXE. . .
[ They will land in a massive, sprawling white room with a dead end behind them and two different paths in front of them. Behind the glass wall to their right will be a group of scientists again (is that the same tentacled man from earlier?) who seem to be focused on the group with an intensity they didn't possess a moment ago.
The glass walls go on for quite a while and even by what the group can see here, it's readily apparent that this? Is a maze. After a moment a soft click will sound and small openings in the floor begin to release a neon blue gas into the room with them. There's no obvious indication over what it's purpose is yet. ]
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He landed heavily in an awkward crouch; now, Sousei winces and stands, trying to ignore the pang in his knee from landing on it on the tiled floor, glancing around sharply.
Yeah that's...that's sure a gas of some sort. He coughs (he as unable to avoid inhaling some of it just from the fall and how he landed), and then covers his mouth with a hand.]
What-- [no, that's a stupid question. He looks at the directions in front of them. And, urgently:]
We should go.
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She gets to her feet quickly enough, whatever pain the fall may have caused lessening with her regenerative abilities, and covers her her mouth and nose with part of her jacket as soon as she registers the weirdly colored gas. Great. No time to think about which direction to choose, it seems.]
Let's go... [One second of hesitation as she tries to pick up any sounds from either of the corridors, but. Nope. Nothing. She gestures towards one of the paths.] This way. I'm not sticking around to find out what happens next.
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I don't care where you lot go, but I'm heading this way.
( He indicates the path on the right. )
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You want to split up, then? Tch, what great idea. [Sarcastically... waves... at him...] Have fun dying by yourself, old man.
[Assuming they're going to be in mortal danger. It's CERES, after all.]
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Sousei's eyes narrow, and then to be contrary, he turns and stalks off, down the left passage. Von Karma can go in whatever direction he wants, but Sousei's not sticking around to argue it.
OFF WE GO.]
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That seemed to be a bit harsh. I wonder just which was we're supposed to go?
[For the moment he'll simply walk in the direction that the group is being lead. After all he had already done enough hadn't he.]
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And slowly, as the gas they inhaled, even if just a little, gets to work, they start to lose one of their senses. For Schrodinger and Sousei, they start to lose their hearing, slowly at first and then all of a sudden, until there is nothing left.
For Touka and Manfred, the same happens to their vision. ]
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At first, she brushes off the gradually growing blurriness in her vision. She rubs her eyes, keeps following the group, and then... Yeah. Yeah. It sure is pitch black in here, and she's stopping abruptly. If anyone from the group is standing behind her, they'll be bumping right into her.
That, or she'll be accidentally punching them as she instinctively gropes around.]
... What the hell? [NOT THAT ANYONE CAN HEAR HER. Oops.]
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He tries to back track his steps, to see if it is merely the corridor that has gotten dark. But it's not his surroundings that are affected but rather his eyes themselves.
He bangs his cane angrily against the wall as he comes to that realisation, and at the same time he thinks he hears the distant sound of some commotion or shuffle.
For the briefest of moments, he considers backtracking entirely, to regroup with the rest of the tour. But that idea is soon disregarding as foolish: if something dangerous is happening to that lot, he doesn't want to be caught up in it.
So he continues to slowly grope his way down the hallway, using his cane to help avoid any obstacles that might be in his way. He'll get out of this hell-hole one way or another, and the best way to go is forward.
He'd be loathe to admit it, but he's feeling incredibly tense. He's never been a fan of the dark.
Nothing good ever happens within it. )
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Once his hearing was entrely gone though Schrodinger pulled at his ears not seeing that Touka had stopped and running directly into her.]
Huh?
What was that for?
[Blinking he simply stares at her a moment, hearing muffled things but not quite being able to make out what she said.]
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What's wrong.
[It's said shortly, and a little awkwardly--ah, he can't hear his own voice anymore.]
... I can no longer hear. If you are going to answer, it will have to be in a way other than verbally.
[If they...can even hear him. Is he wasting his time?]
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