//SCENARIOS.EXE
PHASE I [ 19 00 ]
The festival begins promptly with a kick-off speech and a toast from Julius Vincere, encouraging everyone to celebrate beneath the two moons as they light the sky. The weather is crisp and beautiful, leaving them both in full view as their light cascades upon the festival. Around the district, there are several stands full of standard fair food (candy apples/corn dogs/ice cream/deep fried everything), games, and an assortment of many awkward prizes (if you're wondering what these are, do remember you're in the Pleasure District!). Also, there is alcohol everywhere, served to minors and adults alike.
PHASE II [ 1945 ]
The music is playing loudly beneath the noises of the festival. Anyone approaching the speakers will notice a strange buzzing noise that keeps wavering. Then, the sound changes abruptly to the sound of pained moaning hidden within the song. It grows more pronounced by the second until the lights in the Pleasure District flicker off for a brief second. When they return, there is someone crawling out of the speaker. Your eyes squint, and you can see them briefly, the faint outlines of their form as their screaming escalates, only everyone else seems to be deaf to it. Only you can hear it, and you wonder how and why no one else is reacting. Is it just you? Are you hallucinating? Better get used to that feeling in Cerealia.
PHASE III [ 2000 ]
Your friendly speaker friend up there doesn't seem to want to go away. (S)he keeps crawling out and disappearing throughout the evening, but it's easier to ignore as Julius takes to the stage. He has a special announcement for all. CERESdate (who sponsored this wonderful festival by the way) has agreed to set up all you vibrant, sexy Cerealia singles with some robot partners for the night. Want to escape? Too late. They're latching on and dragging you out to the dance floor to boogie down. Afterwards, they'll try and drag you to the nearby hotels for some extra loving. You are welcome to run at this point or comply happily.
PHASE IV [ 2103 ]
Have you escaped the overzealous sex robots? Good, good! Now, it's time for the real fun. The holograms turn from PG images of the stars and surrounding moons and planets to a few fun images of various robot couples caught in absolute bliss. You may spot a clown mask in there or two, reminiscent of those who were running around causing a bit of trouble earlier. The images continue to get distorted as the clowns look like they're stretching their necks out of the image and reaching out towards you. The moaning from before returns.
Doesn't it get you in the mood? If it does and you'd like to find a partner for the night, a few CERESdate robots will be on hand to help fix you up with a partner, organic or otherwise. They're being quite insistent again because they want your credits.
BONUS [ whyo'clock ]
Have you ever been stalked by a condom-dispensing machine? Well, there's a first time for everything! These friendly contraptions are set up all over the Pleasure District, waiting for you to pass by before trailing after you very slowly. At first you don't notice. Every time you turn around, it stands stationery. But the moment you start to move, it just carefully rolls behind you. Watching. Waiting.
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phase i
Babysitter Reim lives on, as there is (what looks like) a young child moseying his way over, moving to plant himself between Reim and the counter to make it harder to keep on arguing. Everyone else is having a nice time, and there's been enough fighting recently for him to want to break things up before anyone gets aggressive.]
Do you not enjoy games, sir?
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I— don't enjoy wasting my money. [he glances up at the game booth, regretting even doing it a few times] To be quite honest, I'm terrible at this kind of thing.
[He doesn't get to go to carnivals much, okay.]
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I see! You must not come to these sorts of festivals often, then.
[He didn't want to embarrass himself, huh? Cynbel smiles, though he tries to make it sympathetic-looking.]
But it's not very rude if you just keep walking after declining, you know. Otherwise, you'll be bothered like that repeatedly, and where's the fun in that?
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He does follow without protest, of course, as even the prospect of nosy children is better than that fiasco.]
Yes, well, he didn't seem to mind holding up his own line. The merchants here are unnaturally demanding, if you ask me.
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Perhaps he thought you were rich, and if he convinced you to play, you would give him more money in the long run.
[Cynbel doesn't go far, and when they're out of the way enough, he stops. At least over here, the crowd's a bit thinner, anyway, so Reim can take a breath and a chill pill.]
But you're right. That's no reason to be so pushy and rude, when there are others waiting!
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He's stuck on "thought you were rich," despite the fact that he's dressed very finely, as usual - this isn't fine compared to proper nobility, so that's just silly.]
How can he tell...? My strange card looks the same as anyone else's.
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Perhaps it's because of your earrings?
[Or the stiff way he clings onto his money, like a guy who worked his way up the ladder and is protective of his earnings, but Cynbel's not going to say that.]
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Also, wow. He gives Cynbel a look like this would never have occurred to him in a hundred years; they're just, like, zipper pull things...]
Oh. Well, perhaps... Some of our company is much- flashier than me, however. Surely they would be more agreeable targets.
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Flashier, perhaps, but also surrounded by others... It's easier to trick the ones that are alone, don't you think?
[He waves a hand, smiling.]
But now you aren't, so hopefully, they will leave you be, sir!
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So I look like an easy mark... [It's telling how unsurprised he is by this. Telling in a sad way. But he only shrugs and considers Cynbel, good-naturedly(??)]
You aren't going to try to tell me something any minute now, are you?
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[He waves a hand, trying to deny it. He probably comes off even more suspicious because of that strong reaction, even if he wasn't planning on anything. He's too used to being called a thief.]
It is only that I thought you needed a hand, and I thought to help!
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Your persuasion could use some work. [He means that in a nice way, really. Learn to be more unassuming!] In any case, I'm grateful.
[Time for the handshake.] Reim Lunettes, by the way.
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[But he keeps smiling, so it's obvious he doesn't take actual offense to it. Coming across as fake enough to actually seem more honest was lucky this time, and he appreciates the little bit of faith it must take to give him the benefit of the doubt. He doesn't need to know Reim would use him supergiant height against him, anyway.]
Cynbel Lightfoot. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lunettes.
[He reaches up and takes Reim's hand and gives it a firm, if quick, shake.]