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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!
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He'll turn and face the monster once it crashes into the room, sword ready if it decides to go for him.]
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[Many cuts and scrapes and bruises aside, she is fine. But she's also quite concerned with Gintoki's current predicament, giant monster and all. She doesn't want to risk her life unnecessarily but she's also not about to abandon him to it.]
[In conclusion: Gintoki isn't the only one chucking flowerpots. She's snagging one.]
--We can't leave him like this! We've all gotta get out!
[AND... running after the direction of Gintoki and monster, hurling the flowerpot] HEY! BACK OFF!
[Hopefully that will give Gintoki time to fight or run, or...]
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let's think this out. what needs to be done right now is get the monster to focus elsewhere. maya has a good idea with throwing something, but what else can be thrown? there's his cerevice, which is a no since it never hurts to keep, then there's his flashl-- no wait, that died a painful death a little earlier, his... shoes?
...it... it could work. they can serve as projectile weapons and they could aid in drawing attention away from gintoki. if one fails then there is always a back up, too. logic like that cannot be denied. ...why the hell not? it's not like many choices exist about what to throw. this is why he darts off a little to the side, enough so that maya wouldn't be directly in front, and quickly takes off one boot before chucking it with all his strength at the creature. the amount of strength in throw isn't anything to laugh it, either. it'll be painful stinky hit.]
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After what seems like ages, the button works, the elevator dings, and the door slides open.
But it seems the elevator is occupied.
A familiar face steps out of the elevator, and Mosley waves even as he does so; as soon as the monster catches the scent of him, it recoils abruptly, turns, and heads down the other part of the hallway fast. Seems it doesn't much like the smell of Mosley very much. He watches it run away for a second before sighing and holding out a sleeve to whoever is closest (it's Maya). ]
That was incredibly rude. I don't smell. Smell me, I smell fine.
[ He smells like pistachios, light rain, and the briefest whiff of motor oil. ]
I smell great. Anyway, come on. Let's not hold the elevator up!
[ Then he steps back inside, beckoning them in. There's an awkward pause once they're all in the elevator before Mosley looks to Maya and smiles. ]
Oh good, you found the flower pots.
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. . . and he's just going to stand there, staring at the guy, though when the monster leaves, he'll pass it a hesitating glance before looking back to Mosley. There's blood slowly running down his shoulder and arm, down onto his sword, falling in some droplets on the floor, and he's still breathing a little hard in the quiet that now suddenly comes over everything, now that the monster was gone.]
Oi. . . hold on. . [cough]
Wait just a minute here. Wait just a minute! You abandoned us! You locked us in the greenhouse and then you left! What the hell are you doing, showing up here so casually! And we know you did it on purpose, so don't try to deny it you bastard!
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his gaze darts over at gintoki, who looks more beat up than expected. a note gets made to offer up healing services in just moment, after having a quick q&a session with stinky. oh whoops, he means mosley.]
Calm down, Gintoki.
[it's said sternly, but with some of flynn's own anger coming out. if the monster was THAT scared of the guy, getting on his shit list this quick is a bad idea. granted, flynn himself wants to give the guy a black eye to add a nice little touch to his outfit for waltzing in here and proving they were all being watched.
he takes a breath before speaking as he walks over toward the elevator, his gaze hard but unwavering. his tone of voice holds a controlled anger behind it, but comes out in an even tone. dealing with asshole authority is something wonderboy knows how to do far too well.]
Mr. Mosley, what was the point of all this? You cannot deny you planned this considering your entrance and how you [scared the shit out of] subdued that beast.
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[Anyway, Maya does get a whiff of Mosley during his sudden appearance, but like Gintoki, she knows exactly how to talk to shady authority.]
[....Puffing her cheeks out and glaring at him!!]
You locked us in there! You've got some explaining do so, you weird-smelling butler! What the heck kind of tour guiding was that?!
[Well, she'd hadn't expected much from him, but abandoning them to a locked greenhouse, mysterious dark tunnels, the fifty foot fall, almost getting eaten by a monster, and being snubbed by aliens....]
[(Also, she drifts closer to Gintoki, assessing his injury and patting herself down for anything that could be used as a makeshift bandage. She's not in great shape herself, but..)]
▶ END TOUR.EXE
. . . STARTING RESET.EXE. . .
[ Mosley just waves a hand dismissively, looking completely unfazed by all the shouting. ]
I gave you a tour. The tour has now ended. It's as simple as that and if you feel so strongly about it, you're welcome to call our customer service help line. I'm sure they'll take care of you as best as possible.
[ He even takes his CereVice out of his pocket then, beginning to look through his emails. ]
Honestly, I should think you ungrateful. You were able to see a side of CERES not many people have been gifted with. [ He pauses and then looks up at them, a slow smile spreading across his face. ] I do wonder if you'll use it.
[ And then he looks back down at his CereVice.
After he's done talking (even as the elevator lifts them all out of those grimy, old tunnels), Mosley falls silent, and any attempts to talk to him again just gets "shhh"-ing. It's very irritating. Shhhhhhhhh. Shhhhhh. Oh shut up, Mosley.
And he'll show them out to the front doors, ignoring all of their injuries, and will shove a tiny potted flower into each of their hands. Complete with faces. Thankfully, they don't talk or sing, they just stare. Into your soul.
And then he'll usher them off to go get medical treatment or something and close the front doors behind them.
And when they get home or at the hospital, all at once, their CereVices will ring and when they're pulled out, each screen will show a certain robot those may remember from the previous event. He stares at them blankly for a while before a slow smile spreads across his face and then screen turns black. A few seconds pass and suddenly, letter by letter, a message is shown on the screen. ]
[ And then the CereVice goes dead. Unfortunately, it'll still be out of service for the next six hours before turning on again and working just like normal after that. Well, except for the fact that any information on the CereVice recorded during the tour is now gone. Whoops. ]