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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

[ 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.

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. ]

▶ ACTION.EXE | IC: 1/26

[ 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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[England had been doing some maneuvering himself, mostly making sure to cover the others if they needed it. but... the monster goes down incredibly fast. he was not expecting that.

he also wasn't expecting Rio to... transform into something completely different. so once the monster goes down, he just kind of looks at her, and the rest of the group, and then addresses all of them]

That was incredible...!

[Hardly looking winded from the brief battle, Peko flicks a bit of monster flesh from the end of her blade. She'd been focused on the monster itself, so she hadn't been completely aware of where the energy balls had come from. Before she can say "good work," she's looking back toward the others -- toward Rio and-- well.]

...What are you?

[THAT IS SO RUDE. But at least Peko doesn't seem any more threatening than usual, only curious. Intensely so, but that's just her usual face.]

[ Let's just say they started moving along again as they're having this conversation. ]

Wh-whoa, you can't just--!!

[ That's so rude, Peko, you beautiful katana wielding librarian. Let your hero Jaune just step in and save you some face from that disaster of a question. ]

W-What Specs here is trying to say is..........................

...............

.......

...what... are you...?

[ He tried, he really tried. ]

That's... a little complicated...

[If Barians could blush, she'd be doing so quite furiously, but Rio settles for looking at the ground and crossing her arms as if to appear defensive -- it just looks downright embarrassed, though. Where do they want her to start, the part about being an undead alien soldier or the part where she was supposed to destroy all of them?

Well, no matter. She lifts her head and waves a hand, trying to look serious; it's surprisingly effective considering she only has her eyes and body to express with at this point.]

More importantly, do you recall what I said about "pick a direction and go"? I think that applies here, now that our only lead is gone.

Edited 2015-06-28 05:05 (UTC)

I think we should go that way!

[ Brightly, pointing in the direction the monster fell, as though it's now acting as a big, unresponsive compass. Yang hardly looks any worse for the wear, and seems to be as chipper as ever, despite one teammate transforming and a monster battle. Some things aren't so strange to her. ]

But I also think we should learn names here, so hi, I'm Yang. Me and this guy-- [ A jerk of the thumb to Jaune the Forever Chaste ] are from the same place.

...Fine.

[It's not of immediate importance right now, anyway. Aliens aren't as far outside the realm of Peko's experience as they used to be, considering this colony's inhabitants, and as long as she's on their side, it doesn't really matter.]

My name is Pekoyama Peko, [she adds at Yang's prompting, giving her name in Eastern order intentionally to try to prompt everyone that yes, Pekoyama is the right thing to call her (though she won't be annoyed by just Peko).] Super High School Level Swordswoman.

[ Flexing as if anybody cares, trying to look super cool in front of somebody. ]

Jaune Arc. Team JNPR. Fearless hero and all-around great guy. Hi.

[Jaune. Jaune really. now's not the time]

I'm Arthur Kirkland. [he crosses his arms as he walks, kind of feeling inadequate around all these teammates and super aliens and sword fighters. if only he could talk about what he really is without people freaking out. HE'S REALLY COOL ~~IN HIS OWN MIND~~ OKAY] I work for the British government on earth.

[it's not exactly a lie]

[He probably means "all the female somebodies in the immediate area", right? Right.]

...Kamishiro Rio. [She pauses before speaking, as if deliberating what exactly she's going to say.] Pleased to meet you all.

[ Now that the comical introductions are out of the way, Jaune gazes into the distance as they continue walking again. ]

You know, as much as I wish this diary were a little less interactive, we're kinda learning a lot about this place, aren't we? Mr. Mosley said CERES had other CEOs before Mr. Vincere, but it sounds like it was him who originally settled the colony here.

I wonder what CERES was like before all of this...

[ That just makes him curious about what's behind all those other doors, but at this rate they might not have enough time to explore them all before they're thrown out. And he's still no closer to finding clues about his missing friends... ]

[Hopefully "somebody" means Rio in that case, because Peko doesn't look impressed in the least by Jaune's antics.]

Kamishiro, Kirkland, ...Arc, [she gives each of them a nod, only pausing on Jaune's name because she's not completely sure which one would be the last name in that case.

But she's perfectly willing to keep moving, listening carefully for any other noise.]

I doubt it was much different, considering Vincere was permitted to remain a CEO as long as he was.

Edited 2015-06-28 06:03 (UTC)

[ Not Rio!! Though if he finds out she's tsun... But Peko paused on his name... THAT MEANS SHE'S STILL FLIRTING. ]

Hmm. Yes. I completely agree with the bespectacled angel here.

[ Smooth, Jaune. ]

Maybe... changing leadership within CERES isn't that easy, considering the way somebody relieved him of his duties in the end.

[ Yang pivots on a foot to walk backwards, keeping an eye on the group and an ear on her surroundings. Someone who works for a different government, and a bunch of interesting teens-- well, she can't complain. ]

CERES could've maybe had another colony before or something like it, that didn't work out? My question is... why here? What's so promising about this place?

I'm wondering if CERES has even been around as long we've been told. Right now, it sounds like this was the first venture. [England moves aside some vines to allow people to walk past] As to why Tellus... We'll probably find out soon enough.

[there was a tired sigh in there, as though he knows that this interactive diary's only just beginning. not only will they find out more secrets, but probably more monsters lurking around, as well]

. . . OLD FILE OVERWRITTEN . . . CHECKPOINT #002.SAV . . .
. . . CONTINUING TOUR.EXE. . .

[ Unfortunately for Yang, it's extremely hard to see anything in a jungle this dense, so as she walks backwards, she's going to trip over some well-hidden stairs -- and probably tumble down them.

Should the rest of the group follow suit, they'll find what appears to be a....home of sorts. It's a hut, truly, though as much as it looks like one, it is surprisingly well-constructed, and blends in well with the forest around them.

There is nobody around, but from above, as ever, comes the confused voice of the intern. ]

That is when we stumbled across something...weird. I don't know. There are people here, though, and they're all a little...strange. One of them spat fire at my face! Though I don't think he meant to, but still.

Mr. Vincere sure looked excited though when he went to talk with them. I would've thought he'd be upset. Wasn't this supposed to be an uninhabited planet?

[ Is she going to tumble with a startled yelp? YES SHE IS, and it's not going to be graceful at all.

Yang will end up in an unhappy groaning heap located by this convenient hut, so feel free to ignore her while the voice-over continues. ]

They could've mentioned invisi-stairs...

[ Fire-breathing natives, though. ]

It's Pekoyama, [she corrects Jaune with a frown, the only input she has to what he's said. Before she can continue, there goes Yang, and Peko's immediately running down the stairs after her. Or, well, running as best she can, considering all the thick jungle undergrowth.]

Yang! Are you hurt?

[She crouches next to the other girl, though she's also looking around the little hut, trying to find anything that looks suspicious, or worth storing as an evidence bullet.]

[ This feels strange for Jaune... usually he's the one falling over things?? Unlike Peko, though, he's aware of how tough Yang is and lets the girls take care of themselves as he scans and pokes around the room with his weapon. ]

K-Keep your guard up...! We might be greeted by one of these fire breathers, too!

Bear in mind, I wouldn't be so quick to assume the natives are unintelligent or have no capacity to communicate, if indeed they are human-like.

[Speaking from experience, though, it is a good idea to assume hostility or mistrust until proven otherwise. (It's not like she's actually been the one in the reverse position or anything...)

Leaving the scouting for anything of interest to the others, Rio extends a hand for Yang, temporarily forgetting that she is very much also an alien right about now.]

[Peko only pauses long enough to make sure Yang's not visibly injured before moving on to investigate the rest of the hut, pushing vegetation and other miscellaneous, unimportant bits out of the way if necessary.]

The narration said that Vincere was able to speak with them, but considering that this is an... "interactive diary," I still would not discount it attacking us just the same as the monster earlier.

[Not that she's all that concerned about it now, considering how easily they were able to take down said monster.]

[ There appears to be nobody in the hut. It is a homey place, though mostly empty; there is some furniture, but otherwise nothing. It is very lived in, however, no dust on the floor or anywhere.

On the floor there is a single piece of paper, which appears to be a deed of sale, signed by Julius Vincere, to land on the planet Tellus.

It has been ripped in two and clearly stomped on, and the edges of the paper appear to be singed.

Either way, stepping into the hut has tripped the next part of the diary. ]I wonder if these people are going to live with Mr. Vincere and the rest of us in the colony? This is around the area Cerealia should be built, so that would probably be the best solution.

[England is actually relieved that there are no fire-breathing natives in the hut. he doesn't know if they'd attack his group.

upon seeing the paper, he moves to pick it up. or, rather, pick up the pieces, if he can, and read over them. he's listening to the voiceover as well]

It appears Vincere's ideas were not welcomed with open arms. [this... kind of hits home. he thinks of the many places he and Spain, and other countries, took by force. the memories this section of the diary brings up leave a bad taste in his mouth]

Considering Vincere's record, this does not surprise me.

[Peko moves in closer to get a look at the paper, then holds out her hand. Apparently, in the same vein as mopping up a bit of Mosley's vomit-oil, she also wants this. It's an evidence bullet, of a sort.]

May I hold onto that? We may need it.

[ With Rio's help and a quick "thanks!", Yang is on her feet again and moving further in to peek at the paper. Bruises, pshaw, she'll walk 'em off. ]

I haven't exactly seen any fire-breathers in the colony, either. That weren't dragons, anyway. But who knows how long ago this was?

[ Jaune is trying to read one of the pieces as well, until he realises it's upside down and he flips it appropriately. ]

I see...

Kinda gives motive to whoever stabbed him in the end, huh?

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▶ CHECKPOINT TWO.SAV

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