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//TESTDRIVE6.0.EXE Tonight, We're Going to Party Like It's 1899 With Hallow's Eve rapidly approaching, the famed Cerealia night club Niteo has been transformed into a Victorian gothic wonderland for its Masquerade party sponsored by CERES' CEO Julius Vincere. Everyone is required to attend with at least a mask on (though full costume is preferable). For those who don't have any, they will be given a mask at the door. Several young women and men in Victorian-era clothing will be moving around, handing out drinks and pulling guests to dance out on the ballroom floor. Don't be shy, come join them. Anachronistic techno music will be blasting through the speakers, and the side tables will be stocked with all sorts of candy and treats for guests to snack on. As you first enter, a mysterious masked employee is the first to greet you: "Welcome, one and all, to Niteo's All-You-Can-Eat-and-Drink Night of a Thousand Ghouls. Tonight, we'll be treating you now that the ghosts have all vanished. But where have they gone you must be wondering? It's a mystery indeed. They couldn't have just vanished like that. Someone had to have gotten rid of them? …I wonder… While you think on it, relax and have a drink or ten. Don't let a couple of hauntings stop you from having a good time. Tonight is a night to celebrate excess and indulgence. Let us surrender to our baser urges."

//SCENARIOS.EXE PHASE I [ 2000 ] The evening begins promptly at 8:00 PM. There will be crowds gathered, lining up to get in. Everyone will be allowed, children, adults, the living and flesh-filled, the robotic, and the undead. The music will be thumping as far as the sidewalks outside, and the first thing everyone will notice would be bowls of candy everywhere as far as the eyes can see. They'll be sitting on top of the tables in all their innocent glory. For the most part, they are harmless. But not the candy corn. Never the candy corn. Within it is a secret chemical that causes those who consume it to exhibit attraction to the nearest object/person to them, whether it be inanimate or otherwise. They will feel compelled to be close, to kiss and touch whatever is around them, though the effects only last an hour or so. Consider it a low-leveled aphrodisiac of sorts. PHASE II [ 2122 ] You're dancing. You're moving to the music. Or you're clinging to the walls and wondering why you're even here to begin with. That's when the holograms start playing around with you. The image flickers frequently until a face appears. You can swear it's talking to you beneath the music. 'We need you. We want you. Join us. Come to the back room. Number 005.' The closer you get to the hologram screens, the louder the voice becomes until it disappears completely, leaving you to question how real it was. PHASE III [ 2217 ] For those brave enough, you go into Backroom #005. What awaits you there is a room full of masked and costumed figures. You don't know if they are human or not, but they watch you eagerly, inviting you to join their private party. Unfortunately, if you chose the backroom, you chose wrong. You chose very wrong. The door is going to be slammed shut and locked, and all the figures will then pull off their masks and reveal faces familiar to yourself. Faces from your world. They'll ask you accusingly why you haven't saved them yet. What's taking you so long. Did you forget them? Their eyes will glow as they crowd in on you, yelling and growing more caustic until the lights flicker. When you can see clearly again, the entire room will be empty save for a single glass of wine sitting on the table. You'll be sure someone was inside just a moment ago. You were definitely talking to someone. You can't be going crazy, right? PHASE IV [ 2345 ] Fifteen minutes to midnight. The music is getting louder and more intense. You've been eating candy or drinking all night (or avoiding food entirely if you're wise enough). Yet the music lures you in with its haunting tone, and you spot in the middle, a masked figure dancing more hypnotically than the rest. He's waving his chainsaw around as he puts out his lethal dance moves, and you are being drawn by the music into a violent dance off. You can fight the feeling, you can try and run. Unfortunately, none of the other natives and robots see the masked man but you. Only outsiders can see him, and the closer you get, the more you reach out to touch him- you discover he's only a hologram like any other. Your fingers move through his shape, and distort it, but you're still so sure it's real. BONUS [ whyo'clock ] One of the back rooms has a beautiful fortune teller by the name of Aria. She will be seated inside, welcoming individuals or groups of people to give them their fortunes, and she will be giving them bizarrely specific and intimate details about their life from their underwear preference to how many partners they've slept with and how many moles they have on their ass. Prepare for awkward embarrassment. Ah, but what does the future hold in store? She'll smile when asked, and then her face will fall apart until a drill protrudes from the center to try and stab through your face. If your reflexes are fast enough, you can dodge it. If you're too slow, prepare for a hospital visit to the CERES Medical Facility. Once that ordeal is over with, her face will reconstruct itself back to normal, and she will smile and say your future looks very bright in CERES. [ Remember to apply proper warnings on threads with trigger-y or inappropriate material and do let a mod know if your thread careens off into maiming or canoodling so we can lock the meme. ]

//RUN.EXE Welcome to CEREALIA's sixth Test Drive Meme. For your convenience, we have compiled a post detailing everyone's arrival experience and a FAQ that should explain everything in more detail. Please read them thoroughly before playing. Thank you!

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kara works at niteo as a bouncer! is there anything that gets changed in her job because of this LMFAO

is she going to be forced into a costume..........!!!!

Seri Awashima | K

[beanqueen]

[ phase i. ]

[ ... candy. A cute little gesture, but Seri is a grown woman in a mask who would possibly be up to enjoying herself a little more if she wasn't still trying to understand everything. Still, she can look the part of pretty lady in a mask and a blue evening gown, studying one candy bowl with...

... A rather disappointed frown. ]

Their catering leaves something to be desired.

[ Like bean paste? Yeah. ]


[ bonus. ]

[ So she doesn't really believe in fortunes, but what can it hurt? Through Aria's rambling, Seri isn't really batting an eye when she goes into detail about that lacy lingerie set she owns or the one bikini that's more string than substance. She does look faintly uncomfortable over the mention of "Snake Woman", but when the DRILL COMES OUT, so does her sword. And it's intercepting that strike as Seri moves back, as cool and composed as always. ]

I don't believe I like that future very much. I'll be changing that now.

bonus;

[deontology]

[The moment he's in the back rooms, the mask comes off. The thought of masks and anonymity does not sit well with him, and he's poking around the back to try to figure out just what's going on here on top of that--the last thing he needs is to look sketch in a mask.

... Of course, then he stumbles across that scene. The drill is already out, batted easily aside by the woman and her sword, and he just...pauses.

Considers. Hm.]

Pardon the interruption.

[She's...got it well in hand, no need to pester her, he supposes--even if his hand automatically rested on the hilt of his own sword.]

Vi | League of Legends

[justthehardway]

-1-
[A couple of minutes ago, Vi wandered off to room number 5 out of curiosity. To those outside, there was some silence, then the sound or raised voices (mostly Vi's).

Then, with a violent wrenching sound, Vi ripped the door off of its hinges. She had been having a good time and was in NO mood to put up with these stupid mind games. She hurled the door behind her and staggered back out into the party, in an expanding ring of silence, power gauntleted hands flexing.]

...What?

-2-
[Later, Vi was sitting outside of the club, on the curb, with a black eye. The bouncers had not been too pleased with her defacement of club property, and had ejected her from the premises. She glanced up as you approached, wincing.]

Shitty party anyways.

2

[amemory]

[Totsuka pauses when she looks up at him, eyes wide in surprise. Then he raises his right hand, gesturing at his own eye to mirror her black one.]

Did you get into a fight?

Katsushiro Okamoto | Samurai 7

[unideal]

PHASE II:

[So despite, as Masamune would say, being at the age where he should be doing nothing but partying (a sentiment Katsushiro fully disagrees with), someone's a stick in the mud. Leaning against a wall, Katsushiro frowns with his arms crossed, instead of trying to enjoy the party.]

This is a waste of time! Why was this event made mandatory?

[He'd really rather just be training right now, thank you. Though maybe that weird voice is worth checking out—]

PHASE IV:

[You know who's extremely devoted to protecting others and rather emotionally unstable to begin with? Yeah, Katsushiro is.

Needless to say, he is not left in a good state when the figures vanish. Should you make the mistake of entering the room while he's like this—well, he'll immediately be withdrawing his sword and swinging in your direction with a yell, his eyes wild and unseeing.]

BONUS:

[Aaaaaaand guess who's still a stick in the mud.

That said, the woman reminds him of Gorobei, and though he has no interest in such things... the nostalgia makes him a bit wistful, perhaps, and so he finds himself approaching her.

Still a stick in the mud, though.]

I have no interest in such sorcery. You, as well, should consider putting your skills to better use instead of this nonsense.

phase iv;

[deontology]

[Awhoops, incoming sword. Honestly? Sousei's not even surprised by this anymore. As soon as he hears the tell-tale shing of a sword being drawn, Sousei's drawing his own sword, bringing it up to neatly block that sword.

A glance at the other's face reveals that...he's really not looking good, is he.

Uh oh.]

Get a hold of yourself.

Sheba | Golden Sun/Dreamland CRAU

[uncoincidental]

phase i.
[If there is anything Sheba was expecting... It wasn't this. This is an unfamiliar place filled with unfamiliar people, and she doesn't look exactly pleased to discover it, even though there is food and music and all kinds of things that normally she would be pleased to try out.

Her shoulders are a little tense as she surveys the room. Even for someone who has just wound up somewhere new, she seems incredibly on edge, and she doesn't even laugh as some poor unfortunate soul eats a piece of candy corn and proceeds to ravish the tablecloth. She'll look back on it and find it hilarious later, surely, but right now...]

Is this for real...?

[She's thinking aloud, and not at all quietly, either. She raises a brow at the tablecloth's paramour and shakes her head.] I don't think I'd dream up anything this weird, but...

[Well, only one way to find out if it's a dream. She flags down someone who happens to be passing by and holds out her arm.]

Hey. Can you do me a favor and pinch me?

phase iii.
It's a dream. It's got to be a dream!

[Regardless of the results of the earlier pinching escapade, Sheba is repeating this to herself over and over as she stumbles out of the room. That's the only explanation for this.

It was supposed to be over. Over...

She doesn't look to be in very good shape at all - she's rather shaken up, and it shows in the way she's trembling. Once she gets out of the backroom, the glass of wine remains behind, untouched.]

Hey. I want to talk to whoever's responsible for that... That weird hallucination!

bonus.
[One of Sheba's greatest strengths is her speed. She dodges the drill with lightning-quick reflexes and is bailing out even as Aria starts talking about her bright future with CERES. Yeah, no. Bye.]

Ugh! That was awful! If anyone wants their fortune told by an actual psychic, I can do it for you. I even promise not to attack you after!

[She'll just, y'know, do her freaky mind reading thing to come up with her fortunes...]

((My break at work is just about over, but I'll respond to anything that comes in after I start working once I get home!))

phase i

[cheats]

[ Sheba isn't actually talking to him, but as soon as Ciel had heard her voice, he recognized it and had chosen to observe first. He knew Natalia didn't remember, or... Maybe had never been there in the first place, actually. She had posted the other day, and he had been careful to check, looking for the sign of that scar on their head that the people that were at that park had shared, but it hadn't been there. That much had been a relief.

But looking at Sheba now and seeing it, he's just concerned. The more people that show up from that place, the more anxious it makes Ciel. He has to ask himself why, but more importantly than that, he thinks this really is a continuation. It had been too hopeful. He knew it. And that filled him with fear, more than anything. He was worried about what this might mean, and he's even more anxious that it's Sheba that's shown up this time, since his opinion of her had dropped considerably in the final few days.

Yet despite that, once she starts asking people to pinch her, Ciel decides to speak up. He's a wallflower, but he's still more at home in a setting like this than anywhere else, so his Victorian clothes look perfectly in place, and his mask already has one eye obscured to avoid something silly like wearing the eyepatch over it. ]

It's real.

[ Which is... all he says. He figures she'll react to him enough to make up for his own brevity. ]

Vietnam | Axis Powers Hetalia

[hoasen]

PHASE I.

[Vietnam fixes his mask one more time as she starts to look around and avoid bumping into others. They say you can get answers where there are people, no? Maybe there's one too many here.

The offering of candy is nice enough. And she's usually not one to pass off free food. That being said, candy doesn't seem to be what she wanted at first. Because one must always eat their savouries before their sweets.]

They do look rather delicious though.


PHASE II.

[Asking questions is very difficult over the loud music. Vietnam has found herself hugging the walls of the nightclub as she tried to escape the sound, and also because she's not much of a dancer herself.

It allowed her to notice those odd figures, flickering and moving. Talking. She steps closer and it speaks.]

Excuse me?

[...alright.]

They never mentioned what would happen if I said no.


BONUS.

[Pretty sure that learning about how she will win some kind of award in cosplay is not speaking of the future (because...it's happened). Vietnam was about to say she knew that and would like Aria to skip those details when the drill comes out.

It narrowly missed her as she ducked down and to the side, nearly tripping in the process of being caught unawares. Someone is rusty, but not enough so that it'll lead to her death.]

The future is bright? Is this similar to...how do they say, "don't go into the light"?

Phase I

[shebang]

[ Having already tried some of the tainted candy, Sheba has already experienced the... side effects that came along with eating it. Because of that, she's been giggling and skipping around. Her face is slightly red, but it's mostly hidden by her mask. It's strange.

Just moments ago she was feeling intimidated and slightly wary of everything. But after eating them, they are immediately replaced with feelings of excitement. Luckily, or unluckily, the first person she happens to see is Vietnam. Almost immediately, she skips over and attaches herself to the woman.

For a short while, she felt like a little girl again acting all giddy and happy because Arba let her hold hands. This person isn't Arba (Arba is so much taller), but she wasn't able to help herself at all. She wondered why she did that so suddenly. Once Sheba becomes fully away of her surroundings, the girl quickly pulls away, but the effects haven't completely faded. Whatever candy she had in her hands, she immediately drops it onto the floor.

Nope... definitely won't be eating any of those again. ]

I-I'm sorry...!!

annabeth chase | pjo/hoo

[chryselephantine]

PHASE I

[this isn't the first time annabeth's infiltrated a dance, though she's hoping this one will go better than the last one — nothing ruins the mood like being kidnapped by a manticore working for the titan lord, let her tell you. but she had to show up once she heard that ceres' ceo himself had sponsored this party; if there's a chance of learning something, she has to try. she wouldn't be a daughter of athena if she didn't. she even got her hands on a blue costume that makes her eyes look the same color, with a simple, matching mask, and even though she isn't much of a gown person a bonus to all those ruffles and skirts is that she's able to carefully conceal her drakon bone sword in them. she just...has to move carefully.

she pauses to consider the candy, but if there's anything being a half-blood has taught her, it's not to trust food when she doesn't know where it came from. no matter how good it looks — especially if it looks good. so, she watches other people eat them, looking to see if anything weird happens or if it really is just candy.

anything's possible.]

PHASE II

[she's dancing when the holograms appear. she knows how, okay, and nothing sticks out more than someone standing around at a party (and the thought reminds her of a certain seaweed head — but she doesn't dwell on that). she freezes briefly when she hears and sees them, then moves towards the hologram screens till they vanish. then she looks around to see if anyone else heard that too, glad for the weight at her side.]

That was weird.

[of course, weird is what she came for, so she'll later be headed for that very back room.]

WHY

[she's in a really bad mood by the time she hears about this fortune teller. blame whatever psychotic person had made the whole backroom #5 thing happen. on top of that, she's had more than enough of prophecies to last her a lifetime — and warnings about how heroes and knowing the future don't mix. but the thought of leaving without checking and possibly missing a lead is too humiliating, so she goes to find this aria.

on the bright side: her reflexes are good enough that she doesn't get stabbed in the face.

on the less than bright side: she trips over the hem of her skirt as she dodges and stumbles like a complete fool as she draws her sword on the woman, who's already back to normal.

anyone waiting for their chance to meet this fortune teller may or may not find themselves staring down a sword as she stalks out.]

Don't bother. Unless you want your future to be a lot shorter.

[...the fact that that may sound like a threat doesn't register immediately.]

WHY (is he still here)

[mywayofhelping]

[Alex hadn't been planning on going in. It would be like a dog asking for advice from one of its fleas. His nearby vantage point was allowing him to witness some very interesting scenes, however.

Like the warrior girl who just left with her weapon drawn. Quite brave of her, considering he could tell she was no Adept. Although he wasn't next in line, he didn't feel it would be out of place to comment.]

I do hope you're no the assistant, making threats like that.

leia rolando | tales of xillia 2

[journaler]

Phase I.

[There's still so much she doesn't understand. Leia's got notes that don't make sense, and she's seen and heard things she doesn't want to believe; and now, she finds herself in a strange world that she desperately wants to believe is still Elympios--Drellin.

But it isn't.

And the only thing she can do is live in it and investigate it further until she can find some answers about what is true and what isn't.

It's late. She's prepared to lose her way, she's prepared to ask questions... starting with the crowd of people gathering outside of what appears to be a nightclub.

...A costume party? With spirits?]

* * *
[In line, Leia can be seen writing and asking questions to the others standing near her: their ViVid experiences, what they thought of the PPT presentation, if they believe it. By the time she's through the door, mask in tow, her hand is tired from writing--and she finally tucks her notebook and pen away.

The loud music makes it increasingly difficult for further queries anyway.

So she studies the mask, figuring she should actually put it on after such an extravagant greeting. It's like part of her work: blending in for the best info from the inside.]

Disappearing spirits, huh...

[There are a ton of spyrixes here, she thinks. Vaguely, she wonders if that's the problem. But... then she'll gravitate towards the side tables anyway when she sees them; and she's quickly taken in by all the treats.]

Well, I won't be able to find them on an empty stomach.

[And her eyes flicker indecisively between all the bowls laid out. Finally, she picks one.]

(( ooc: let me know if you are not okay with/don't want candy corn shenanigans! ))

Phase III.
before

Room... 005?

[At first, Leia thought she was seing things. The holograms are definitely trippy--this entire world is. But she knows what she heard, and it sounded like they needed help. Could she really ignore something like that?

Would Jude? Would Ludger?

Either way, it sounded like a story--one she needed to hear. She drifts towards where the backrooms are, and when she spots someone else going in the same direction--

Well. Let's face it. She really needs some encouragement.]

Oh... did you hear it, too?

* * *
after

[Leia's eyes are wide with fear and filled with tears. Her heart is pounding like someone is stomping on it and trying to put it out for good. Her lip quivers and she focuses on the only thing left in the room: a lonely glass of wine. The mysterious figures... the flickering lights...]

That... That wasn't real. That can't have been... I mean... There's no way that was...

[Jude... Milla... Alvin... Elize... Rowen... everyone who had been counting on her...

Leia shakes, finally turning around, desperate to leave--]

No--!

[And she sees someone. She freezes, paralyzed after nearing running right into them--were they there the whole time? Breathless and desperate, she starts to stammer:]

Did you...?

[Did you see them, too]

iii. after

[tanacious]

Did I...?

[Tana was here for her curiosity more than anything, admittedly. But nothing all too strange has happened to her, and so when a girl bumps into her, she immediately turns to try to steady her, blinking curiously.

...She looks...]

Are you all right?

Kaoru Kamiya | Rurouni Kenshin | Action or Prose is fine!

[peacefulblade]

Phase I

The mask at least covered her face but it didn't keep Kaoru from feeling completely embarrassed that this dress they made her wear was not only so tight but it also showed her shoulders and her bare arms and she really had no idea how to do anything about it with the sleeves so short as they were. The skirt - big and poofy as it was - at least covered her legs. She felt strangely almost naked and as a result wound up standing awkwardly by the food, marveling at all the weird dishes she wasn't familiar with. The little tiny multicolored pieces caught her attention and she was left turning one over in her hand without realizing. Playing with her food was bad, yes, but she couldn't help but be curious by the strangeness of it all.

Misao and Yahiko were nowhere to be found and Kaoru would go looking for them were it not for these strange shoes being hard to walk in. She felt like her toes were being smothered by their narrow shape but at least the heels were lower to the ground so that her ankles were not screaming in protest just yet. Even so, she felt quite luxurious despite the situation and couldn't help but twirl her skirts a little bit in interest. She'd never seen or worn anything like it and it was rather pretty. All the same, she had more pressing matters.

"Oh, what if they find me first? Yahiko will probably make fun of me in this dress..." It reminded her somewhat of the western clothes from the Akebekko but it still wasn't something she would ever wear herself. At least her only saving grace was that her ribbon was still in tact even if her hair had been woven into a nice and neat bun instead of her usual pony tail. It felt too mature, in her opinion, and showed off far too much of her upper back this way.

"Uhm, excuse me? I'm looking for someone. I was hoping maybe you could help?" She stops to tap a stranger on the shoulder, hoping at least that Kenshin might somehow be here. He was certainly her main target right now, given she'd left home to find him to begin with but now she also had Misao and Yahiko to find as well. Those two kids were resourceful, even if she worried after the both of them. Kenshin on the other hand... what could she even say to him? That she missed him? That she was sorry she didn't listen and followed him anyway? That last bit was a lie, obviously. She wasn't sorry but she also didn't know how to face him after talking to Misao about her feelings for him. It felt almost too much to think about right now.

Bonus - Closed to Kenshin

The encounter with the fortune teller left Kaoru shaken physically and mentally. She should have known somehow something wasn't right, right? Instead she'd nearly been impaled in the face. Dodging had only gotten her so far but the woman got a nice bokken smashing into her face as a result after it had been righted again. Kaoru didn't take lightly to being attacked, far too used to it by now, unfortunately. Knocking her seat over as she went, Kaoru took another swing at her, stopping before causing real damage and instead retreating as fast as her feet could take her, fear of retaliation making her heart race. It was while she was distracted that she hadn't realized her feet had given out on her and that she was now falling forward into another person - a markedly familiar person if she would only realize it.

"Ah-!!" She grabs onto him, the other hand trying to keep her dres from catching on anything as she aims to keep herself upright. The last thing she wanted to do was ruin such a beautiful article of clothing. "I-I'm so sorry it's just-!!"

Her words catch in her throat, eyes widening and heart stopping in her chest as she realizes who it is. How long had she lain in bed wishing he hadn't left? How long had she wanted to see him again? Misao had told her that if she was looking for him then her feelings had better be sincere and she had been right to say so because she realized then how much she missed him and how much she needed him in her life. It wasn't anything like love in epic stories but it was close enough. Unfortunately the first thing he was going to get to see was her nearly out of breath, frightened looking, and with blood dripping down her cheek in a long gash.

"Kenshin...? You're here?" She'd been told their home was gone, that all her loved ones gone with it, but here he was. She had refused to believe it and here was the proof right in front of her. She was so happy she could cry or even hug him. Instead all she can do is stare and hope that he doesn't think she look incredibly ridiculous in this dress. She wasn't as easy on the eyes as someone like Megumi, after all.

[crosstobear]

Why is he even here.

Parties have never been Kenshin's thing, costumed or otherwise, and yet here he is, dressed in an unassuming suit with his hair tied up a little more nicely than usual. And really, it's silly for him to have a mask at all, considering his hair is a dead giveaway as to his identity for anyone who knows him, or knows of him.

While the night has gone on surprisingly easy for him, he's still felt uneasy. Nothing has gone wrong, but it's all just felt wrong. Or wrong enough to cause the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end and his hands to twitch, wanting to keep the sakabatou even closer to his person than it already is. It doesn't help that the past events in the city proper have put him on edge, as well. Being blind is not what he considers a good time, after all.

But maybe he is over-thinking things a little bit, maybe he's just extra paranoid.

...No. Nothing has happened so far, but he would rather things stay that way, as well. He should just leave.

Of course, it's at that moment that someone barrels into him, and Kenshin has to hop from foot to foot a couple times to stay upright, as well as hold the woman - for it's clear now that this is a woman - steady. But as he does and as her voices reaches his ears, his eyes widen and he quickly pushes the mask on top of his head, as if this will help him see more clearly.

"Kaoru-dono...?"

He can't say if it was coincidence or karma that put him in just this place at just this moment, but...well, he can't be too upset, all things considered.

Alex | Golden Sun

[mywayofhelping]

Phase I

[If you wear a mask all the time, do you still need to put on another one? Alex certainly hopes not, because he's not taking off the one he came with for any reason.

Really, he wouldn't have bothered with this at all, but the claims of the greeter amused him. "Surrender to our baser urges." For someone beyond such things usually, it could be a rather telling night about all these people around him. He's also quite convinced he doesn't need to partake of any food or drink, so the tables go ignored.

While Alex was also sure he considered dancing beneath him, even for him something about the music was...drawing. Instead of hanging back in the shadows against the wall, he approaches the dance floor. However, he only stands still and watches on the edge between the dancing and the tables. This makes likely makes him stand out like a sore thumb, or at least quite easy for anyone to bump into.]

Phase III

[He wasn't sure why he decided to investigate the vision. He was typically very selective about his every action. Something about it had just been so intriguing, though...

Even beneath the mask, Alex clearly looks perturbed when he emerges from Backroom 005. Most of the faces hadn't bothered him in the least. In fact, despite them basically stating that they were willing to depend on him, it was close to the attitude he expected from others.

But of course, "most" doesn't mean "all". He wasn't sure what bothered him the most, what those select few had said, or the fact that it was managing to affect him.

At this point, he's not using his usual scrutiny and will address anyone who goes by him. His message is just too important to not get out.]

Tell whoever is responsible for this that they might want to cease these juvenile displays before there is...trouble.

phase iii

[uncoincidental]

You can say that ag—...

[Waaaait a second. So maybe masks are a thing, but Sheba is sure she's heard that voice before. She's sure she's seen that exact same shade of blue hair before, too. The clothing is different than she remembers, but -

Ew, gross. Was she really about to agree with Alex of all people?]

. . .

[She stays quiet, folds her arms over her chest, and stares at him with narrowed eyes. Yeah, he kind of looks like Alex... 30 years later and he's still not subtle at all. Sheba isn't sure whether she should just ollie on out or try and engage him, so for now she'll just keep staring at him silently. It's probably a little unsettling.]

asch • tales of the abyss

[asschole]

[ phase ii -> phase iii ]

[ Asch is not a party-goer in any sense of the word. He got thrown into this mess face-first, and instead of getting to rest in pieces he got to live in data, something unfathomable for him. For his world. Auldrant was not without it's technology, but to say that everything in his universe could be compressed into fragments of data... that-- that had been a lot to take in.

In truth, he hasn't really accepted it yet. Just the fact that he is alive, without the marks he should bear for his final battle. Auldrant and everyone it holds is alive and well only in his memories, and he's yet to meet anyone from home. Knowing his luck, he believes it may be just him here in this strange new world.

The mask he was given on his arrival fails to hide his shock of red hair in a telltale style-- and even though he's supposed to keep the mask on, he occasionally lifts it to check out the party a little bit more. It bites that this is mandatory, because he wants to seek out whatever fragments here remain of Auldrant. There is indignity in giving your life to save your world only to know a bigger threat than you could ever imagine had doomed it before it doomed itself. Not that he'd ever change his choice. His back is to a wall and the music is not nearly seductive enough to get him out on the dance floor-- there's no drug in the world that could make Asch want to dance though, in all fairness. ]

[phase iii]

[ Because nothing was quite as pulling as the voice asking him to come to Backroom 005, Asch follows for the opportunity to get away from the party. He really, really shouldn't have gone. He pushes his back against the door as the faces reveal themselves and they accuse him. He doesn't even snap back a retort as they begin to crowd him. There's no excuse, after all-- even if he died back there, there's no excuse for leaving all these people to a world he didn't even know was doomed from an outside source.

Harshly, as they draw closer, he'll snap at them to 'get back!' and the caustic tone of his voice can probably be heard from outside the room. His hand on the hilt of his sword, he gets ready to draw before the lights flicker and--

-- he's left alone.

The sword goes back in place. The mask goes back on. It's a cruel prank, but it's nothing compared to what Asch is already telling himself.

He turns and exits, probably running into a few people on the way out. ]

ii

[poised]

[It's not exactly a ball but as always, Natalia's curiosity does have the habit of getting the better of her. So as she's wandering about in an evening gown, that's nothing foreign to her. The mask is a bit strange but themed parties aren't really strange to come across either. But everything else - the decorations, the music, the way that this world plays around in reverie even despite disasters - it's strange to her.

It also makes her a little bit angry but there's no one to rant to at the moment so she'll settle for glancing about.

Then when she notices that very specific shade of red hair in the crowd, she feels her heart get stuck in her throat for a moment. No, it couldn't be. She'd been questioning how the people here picked who from their worlds but this is the actual first moment where she considers thanking the people in charge (though the thought is immediately banished when she just reminds herself how incompetent they are).

So she's picking up the hem of her dress as she rushes toward his figure now and doesn't really hesitate to call out to him.]

Asch!!

Felix | Golden Sun

[lighthousediving]

Phase IV

[So far, he'd managed to survive the noise, the people, and the food so far without anything too catastrophic happening. Already daring to hope that nothing horrible would come of this, the sudden appearance of the quite literally violently dancing man completely took all of his attention.

A "dance-off" wasn't quite how his brain interpreted it as Felix approached the middle of the dance floor. He thought he was heading in to stop the man, even fight if need be. He kept inching closer to the potential carnage without thinking about it too much.

A few feet from his reach, Felix puts a hand on the hilt of his sword. He reaches out his other arm, justifying it in his mind as preparing to use Psynergy if needed. However, on such a crowded floor, the odds of someone else venturing close to the man were great whether or not they could see him. Felix could spot anyone in his line of vision who was getting close, however, and he calls to them.]

Watch out!

Bonus

[Felix had met his share of fortune tellers and people who could read his mind (to a degree) in Weyard. The guilt trip about betraying his home town was something he'd been trying to prepare himself for. The drill thing was new.

He only barely dodged, coming away with a small scrape on his face and a slightly rattled look. He'll be perfectly capable of healing himself when he thinks of it, but that hasn't happened yet. He's busy dealing with his surprising and growing annoyance.]

THAT was the most bizarre trap I've ever seen...


[ooc: For total transparency, I'm also the Alex test driver. I can't decide, sobbing.]

Bonus! nevermind that the drill already got her in her post it's a test drive

[gradosfinest]

[No, by now she's sort of decided this whole party isn't really as much fun as she'd hoped. Interesting, yes! Different, yes! But also really strange in a lot of ways, although fortunately there were no real signs of it being outright dangerous. Which is another illusion that's about to be shattered into a thousand tiny pieces as she spots the young man leaving the room looking rather rattled and talking about a trap.]

Excuse me, sir, did you say a trap? [She can see the mark on his face and her attention wanders to the door he'd just come from, one hand instinctively hovering down near the sword on her belt just in case something happens, though she can't imagine what. It's more of a habit than anything else.]

Ai Thao Kha | Original Character

[emotive]

➢ PHASE I

[Maybe it was nervousness. Maybe it was the fact that she wasn't comfortable putting herself out there. Or maybe she feels like she really needs the energy and gosh darn it, who can resist candy? Besides being an extra treat, sugar counts as energy even if she wasn't planning to utilize any ESP tonight.

Ai Thao, psychic girl extraordinaire finds herself observing other people out on the dance floor from afar while reaching into her cup full of different colored and flavored candies, savoring the various sensations of sweet, sour, bitter, and...]

... Ah! W-Was this one bacon flavored??

[Blargh, that was awful. In any case, her candy is running low so she goes back to the table and blinks at the out of place and out of season candy corn.]

Mm. Well, it's not my favorite, but it seems appropriate for a party like this.

[She's picking it up and contemplating on whether she'll eat it or not. At the very least, she's dropping it into her cup. Save it for later!]

➢ BONUS

[]The fortune teller had piqued Ai Thao's interest; after all, precognition was an ability that was common among lesser psychics and she wondered if Aria was similar to those back in her universe.... But then it sounded more like extremely accurate telepathy if nothing else when Aria mentioned certain details, such as her black and lacy underclothes (seriously, what), the time she kept stealing bits of roasted pork during a Chinese New Years party (her clone sister, Lien, always brought that up to tease her about her gluttony), and then that time when she wiped a certain someone's memory of her...

But c'mon, what about the future? That's what a fortuneteller is supposed to give, Ai points out. The esper has second thoughts as Aria's face horrifically morphs and a drill flies straight for her face. Ai dodges; barely. Her shoulder is scraped and she falls backwards on her bottom, clutching the injury with one hand and glaring at Aria through her mask.]

What...!? What kind of trick is this?!

[Hell yeah, she has the right to feel indignant! If drillface tries anything else, Ai thinks she might have to get serious.]

bonus

[hoasen]

[oh my god a vietnamese girl Now is not the time to feel indignant! She needs to look at that shoulder injury.

Vietnam's racing over to see if there's anything she can do, and/or help the girl up.]

Nevermind the trick for now! Are you alright?

Sheba | Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic

[shebang]

Bonus

[ Clairvoyance magic was something that definitely existed back in her world. Going to the fortune teller didn't seem too ridiculous at all. Except her readings are strange and embarrassing. They are things that she definitely did not want to hear.

So she'll constantly interrupt each reading before Aria even manages to finish her sentence like this: ]

W-wait, what is this?

[ "You've kissed your lover only several ti—" ]

Eeehhh?!

[ "But you have yet to actually sleep with—" ]

Waaaaah!!!

[ "Your underwear is—" ]

AAAAAAhhh!!!

[ She yells out loudly especially at the last part because god knows if magi characters wear underwear since she's heard more than enough. All of that screaming before must have at least attracted attention to the room.

You'd think someone is getting murdered in there. Or at least is about to with the drill coming at her. ]

what a loser

[redsea]

Watch out!

[ PRINCESS TO THE RESCUE. Kougyoku thinks that wherever there's a scream, there's a fight. So she comes in with her hairpin, firing a blast of water at Sheba to knock her away from the drill. ]

touka kirishima / tokyo ghoul

[ukakus]

PHASE I;

[At this point in time, she's trying to figure two things out. Namely, what is going on and why the hell she decided to comply with that whole mandatory attendance bullshit. While the first one has yet to be answered, she supposes morbid curiosity led her to this place. Morbid curiosity, however, was decidedly not enough to make her wear a costume. That mask she received at the door will be the only festive item she'll be wearing. Everything else is just part of her usual attire.

That said, she'll be hanging around the candy tables, looking but not taking anything for—uh. Various reasons, really. Mostly, she's searching for familiar faces on the dance floor... But you can be sure she'll come up with a lie if asked about what she's doing.]

BONUS;

[WELL. That, uh, sure was a drill. A drill that came out of someone's face. Like that is a totally normal thing. Wow. She's not sure what she was thinking about when she stepped into that backroom, but whatever it was, it must have been something absolutely stupid.

After surviving the ordeal without getting a new hole in her face, she steps out of the room and slams the door behind her with vitriol. When she steps forward, she notices a drill sized tear on the side of her jacket.]

—Shit. [Said in the most deadpan way possible.

Screw you, lady.]

Bonus

[big_bad_jinrou]

[The smell of blood perks his interest all too quickly. It seems to originate from the backroom. He watches in delight as people enter and some come out fine while others...not so much. It's rather amusing. So when he watches this girl enter and then exit so angry he can't help but to chuckle...well, until her scent intrigues him. She doesn't smell human.

Putting on his false happy face he approaches her and looks surprised.]

Oh my! Are you okay? I've heard some commotion from back here and was curious what was happening!

Ivlis | The Gray Garden

[scarfphiliac]

Phase III:
[Even for a being such as Ivlis, he had been unnerved at the earlier sight. His subordinates, he could understand- and care less. Good as they were (for one of them at least), they were still expendable, so he'd stayed cold-hearted at their rants.

However, his daughter...

He stayed there, staring at the wine glass for who knows how long until he finally snaps out of it. With a frustrated growl, he knocks it over with his claw before slamming the backroom door open and stomping out.]

Dammit, dammit...!

[Not even caring that the nightclub was crowded as all heck, he shoves someone out of the way. Apologize? Nope, ain't gonna hear that from the Devil himself.]

Bonus
[What the fuck was this, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT.

Of course, Ivlis would dodge, though not without a causality- the slight tear of fabric on his arm. But who cares about that, at least his scarf wasn't damaged.

In any case, he rushes out, hollering at the top of his lungs.]

DIDN'T EVEN NEED YOUR FORTUNE ANYWAY, IT SUCKED!!

bonus

[royalpatron]

[Meruru is just watching in horror. ]

Are you alright? [Meruru's hands are folded together and she's staring down sadly. She feels really bad.]

Menardi | Golden Sun

[eyesearingly]

Phase I
[ Honestly, Menardi isn't quite sure what the point of the mask is. It does absolutely nothing to hide her ears, and while it does cover a good section of her face, the ends of the darker pink stripes are clearly visible.

The disappointment is clear when she realizes the free food is all sweets. Really? Couldn't have any meat in here too? ]

Are they trying to make us all sick?

Phase II

[ Menardi … hasn't quite placed the holographic stuff yet. It's been explained, sure, but that doesn't mean the Proxian remembers what it all really means most of the time.

Which is why after the voice speaks, she turns to the nearest avoiding-the-dancing person. ]

That's awfully forward of you.



Bonus

[ Damnable curiosity is why Menardi asks after the future. She's very sure she knows – falling backwards for the Aerie of a Lighthouse can really only mean one thing – but the answer here might be-

Nope.

Menardi might not be that great at puzzles – as shown by the whole Sol Sanctum thing three years ago – but walls falling apart is bad, and so is faces. More the faces than anything else, really, so she's jumping back (and rather high) as that drill actually shows up. ]

I don't think I care what you have to say.

Phase II

[gradosfinest]

[As much fun as everybody else seems to be having, dancing isn't really Amelia's thing which is why so far she's more or less stuck to the walls of the main floor. She's just about to go explore some other part of the party when she hears somebody next to her speaking, blinking a couple of times as she turns to look at Menardi.

And then looks very, very confused at her comment, blinking a couple of times and half-motioning towards herself.]

Wait, me? But... I didn't say anything.

Edea Lee // Bravely Default

[ydealle]

[Phase I]

[The second she saw the candy, this beautiful young blonde made a beeline for it and started to stuff her face. This situation is beyond confusing and weird, so a little sugar will help, right? Okay, a lot of sugar.

But wow is she starting to think the person next to her is, you know, kind of cute. Really cute.

With a sucker in her mouth, she holds out some licorice, putting on her cutest expression.]

I think you might be just as sweet as these treats!

[Nailed it.]


[Phase IV]

[She danced pretty well to anyone watching, keeping up with the lethal-looking dance until she finally shook herself free, reaching out to punch the other dancer--

--and going right through, tumbling to the ground. It's not good to sit on an active dancefloor but she's shaken, hands on the floor, legs cocking out on either side of her as she tries to catch her breath.]


[Bonus]

[Good thing she has good reflexes for sure. But the second she can, she bursts out and stops the first person she thinks might be going into that death trap.]

Don't go in! It's a trap! You'll be killed!

bonus

[hotarumaru]

[ okay well he's never one to believe in superstitions but apparently, this lady here is some kind of a fortune-teller. and considering he's been dragged out of his life-and-death mission to this frivolous gathering, he might as well try if she has some sort of information that's useful.

at least, until this girl bursts out of the room, startling him for a brief moment. but at the word "trap" and "killed", he relaxes and smiles serenely at her. ]

Thank you for your concern. But I'm sure I'll survive the encounter. [ he gives her a one-over. she looks fine. ] Are you all right?

Mukuro Rokudo | Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

[uglylaughter]

PHASE 1
[Mukuro Rokudo, get a mask from a stranger? Absolutely not. Instead he materializes one out of his illusions-- pretending to pull it out of his coat pocket while doing so-- and slots it onto his face. He's not wearing anything else that's festive, just his regular attire.

But screw that, it's time to mingle. Build up a network. Manipulate some suckers. Have some goddamn fun.

He's already putting on the air of a wide-eyed newcomer, just another young man who's probably in over his head, cautious yet curious about everything, and definitely taken in by the treats on the tables. He pops a chocolate truffle into his mouth and allows himself a smile of genuine pleasure because it helps the image that he's attempting to cultivate at the moment. He snags another one to go as he moves around for someone to talk to. Of course, both of the truffles are illusions he made himself, since he's not moronic enough to eat actual food that's been set out here. But no one needs to know that he's been cheating.

And when he does... well. Time to make a new "friend".]

Aaah, excuse me. You haven't seen any ghosts around, have you? I mean, the greeter did say they're not here anymore, but I did just want to be sure...

PHASE 4
[Okay, this place has some interesting methods of entertainment. He wants to laugh so much because that spectacle is fun, even if it's just another "illusion" like so many other things around here, what with the lack of an actual presence. He cant laugh yet, sadly. Maybe when he's alone.]

Do you see that? [Eyes wide, mouth open, a slightly pale face... yep, pretending to be shocked and almost scared out of his wits.]

1

[walkingby]

[oh sorry mukuro were you asking allen a question in the middle of demolishing his fifth candy bowl...]

Mmph? [SWALLOWS APPROPRIATELY and then] Sorry, what was the question?

himeko inaba | kokoro connect

[dereban]

PHASE I.

[When Inaba walks slowly into the club, it's with elegance and grace befitting of the dress and matching mask she wore. Even though she wasn't normally like this, the fact that she was anonymous - until someone tore her mask off like an impolite jerk - made her a little more bold, a little more feisty.

She felt like she could do absolutely anything...

And then she saw what they had to offer as far as food goes.]

Candy? Seriously? [There's a scowl on her lips as she furrows her brow in frustration; she doesn't exactly like eating candy all that much, it's way too sweet for her. Plus, she doesn't really want to gain too much weight.] I know it's almost Halloween and all, but all these sweets are going to make someone sick.

PHASE III.

[ "Himeko, why did you leave your aniki all alone?"

"Inaba, I thought you weren't going to hide any secrets from me. Why haven't you called me back? Why haven't you come back to me?"

"Hey, Inaban. I bet you're all happy and comfy now, being safe from getting kidnapped again. From that happening again. But why... why haven't you saved us yet?"

As words enter her ears, she finds herself panicking, swerving around as she races for the door, slamming her fist on it with vigor. And then the light flickers and she's able to open the door again, falling completely on her face.

Smooth.]

That was just a dream, a hallucination...

[She manages to get herself up, but she's rather shaken by the whole ordeal. But soon enough, she'll come to one of you, yes, you - and speak angrily.]

Oi. Do you know the person who's in charge of this place? I'd like to have a word with them.

BONUS.

[Good reasons to visit the fortune teller: to learn about your love life. Bad reasons to visit the fortune teller: to hear them speak about something so intimate out loud.

"I see that you tend to wear matching colored undergarments."]

Yes, and?

[It's embarrassing to hear, but it's not the worst thing ever.

"And it seems like you haven't slept with anyone yet, either."]

And?

[Inaba's definitely getting impatient at this point; please move on to the main point.

"And apparently, you told a man named Yaegashi Taichi that you mastur-"]

Shut up! I don't care about that stuff, and don't you dare say it! Just tell me about the future of my love life!

[Bad idea. Of course the fortune teller's going to react by attempting to stab Inaba in the face. Thank goodness her reflexes have gotten better (or perhaps it's just her luck) as she finds herself falling onto her butt, the blade simply just cutting some of her hair.

Which, in any case causes her to slowly panick as she glances left and right. Nobody else heard that last thing that the fortune teller said, right?]

iii;

[thirdarrow]

[ The person Himeko approaches looks a little out of place in his robes, but the blue mask over his face does blend in with the crowd somewhat.

He had been writing something in an ornately bound book of his, but when she comes over he would close it and replace the quill that he had been using back behind his ear. ]

I do. But I doubt they will listen to us.

Euphemia li Britannia | Code Geass

[orderslove]

Phase I

[The party wasn't exactly what the princess was used to. Back home she was used to parties with diplomats and less...'thumping' music. Cornelia would probably be at her side and fussing about everything she didn't seem fit. While they were boring, they weren't exactly the most fun either. Most times she had to pay close mind to her words. So to have a small break in this kind of party was refreshing. Plus the masks were quite cute and she puts it on without hesitation.

Looking around with interest Euphemia seems all the more excited to see the people around her. More so is when her eye catches the rows of candy.

How cute!

Examining she bowls her eyes settle in on the bowl of oddly colored corn candy. She's never tried it before so she's excited to see it's taste. Grabbing a few pieces she pops them into her mouth before her face scrunches.

This had to be an acquired taste.]

That...is not a very pleasant taste.

[She swallows the pieces before she turns to someone close to her.]

Excuse me, do you know where I can get a drink?

Phase II

[Back against the wall, Euphie watches the other party goers. So far she hasn't seen anyone she knows from home. It was a little upsetting but she tries to not let it get her down. Though if her knight was here she's sure she would enjoy his company.

Well, that was her thought until the hologram flashes and she hears the voice. Curious of it's source she begins to walk closer to it.

They needed here? It must be important.

In her attempt to listen she doesn't quite pay attention and ends up running right into someone.

With a soft squeak she backs up and puts a hand to her face.]

I apologize! Are you okay?

Bonus

[Euphemia looks inside of the room with the fortune teller with some interest. She's heard they can be fun to visit but she's never done it. So instead of going in right away she waits to see who else might go in. Or if someone catches her watching.]

phase ii

[dereban]

Y... yeah.

[She finds herself taking a step back and adjusting the black mask adorned on her face, giving her a deep bow in response rather apologetically.]

I'm sorry as well, I didn't expect someone to be right in front of that thing.

Battler Ushiromiya | Umineko no Naku Koro ni

[bluetruth]

["phase i." or "the non grimdark version"]

[ Ah, candy. Ever since the would-be recent events back home, he should really learn to mistrust food that he has no idea where it came from, but he's not sure he would be, well, ripped from the data of his homeworld and from the Witch's game only to be poisoned by a foul bowl of candy. He samples from the occasional bowl as he's making his way down the party's curving paths and through the partygoers with a simple (blue) mask on. ]

(It's people as far as the eye can see...
I guess I could be glad about it. Instead of creepy probes, or more jargon about aliens and data I don't really get,
it's just a harmless party. There are worse ways to get used to a place, but I still feel...
Dammit! I'm not going find out anything just standing here!
If I can just find a local, maybe I can figure out more of what's going on.)

[ But oh, poor Battler. If only he'd kept to his cheesy self-narration instead of reaching into the bowl of candy corn. He ogled a piece with casual concern-- he'd only seen them around Halloween time, and while this didn't feel like Halloween, it definitely looked the part with the masks and the Victorian ballgowns. If he didn't know any better, he felt like he was right at home in the meta world. The candy was popped into his mouth with a second thought.

And maybe he would continue his night by chatting up someone he'd feel inexplicably attracted to. Or he'd miss them entirely and think that lamp hanging at the end of the table was undeniably sexy. It all depended on who he'd stumble into next. ]

[phase iii. or "worldly guilt trip extraordinaire"]

[ He'd entered Backroom #005 with an optimistic feeling. You know, not expecting to see everyone from the island of Rokkenjima asking why he had failed to save them. At first he was so excited to see them remove their masks! But it quickly fell flat as "why did you abandon us, Battler?" "did it all just become a game for you, Battler?" became loud chants throughout the entire room. Stumbling back on his own heels, he tried stammering an excuse. You were gone. The world was destroyed, and I don't even know how to find you again, much less-- nothing makes sense, none of it.

By the time the lights start flickering, he's all but dropped to his knees. ]

Dammit, dammit! I'm sorry! The only thing I wanted to do was--!!

[ When the lights go dark and they reappear to show the room empty, Battler can't find it in him to finish the shout. He's just staring face to face with the wine glass, and realizing he's been duped into apologizing to his family when he already does it internally daily. Bitterly, he saunters up to the glass and upends it, drinking everything to the last drop.

He sets it back down on the table with a clatter, and leaves the room to rejoin the party. ]

BATTLERRRRRR- phase 1 too

[ydealle]

Puhlease! Don't pick that type! [She spotted what candy he was eating and clicked her tongue. A cute guy like this should only have the best candy!]

Try these gum drops. Oh oh and these hand candies! They taste like ice cream!

hiro kageyama • devil survivor 2

[restorer]

i.

[great. save the world, get taken off to some place where apparently him telling the creator of the world to screw off and fixing the akashic record was just a simulation or data or whatever, and now he's... at a party.

something tells him that perhaps this whole situation isn't being taken nearly as seriously as it should. maybe it's that thought in the back of his head that alerts him as he sees candy there, which normally he would totally go for, but...

nah, not today. just doesn't feel right to be eating it. oh hey, stranger. let's engage in idle conversation!]

Shouldn't we have more important stuff to worry about?

[like, he doesn't sound that overly concerned, because it's rare that hiro does unless the situation is immediately dangerous, but there's tinges of it there in his tone. tinges that could be missed, and his tone interpreted as just sheer sarcasm.]

bonus.

[oh, so her face fell apart to reveal a drill. there was a reason hiro had a sense of impending doom about the whole thing, or at least a sense of ... concern. this place had some serious honesty issues, which was a little bit more worrying - at least last time the earth had the good sense to not bullshit about it being overrun by demons and ending up with islands in a sea of void.

the subfertuge and stuff just really isn't doing it for him.

so if you walk by the fortune teller's room, he might be hanging out outside. anyone who pauses at the fortune teller's booth will get:]

Spoilers: her face turns into a drill, like a horror movie.

bonus

[dereban]

...

[She just stares at him with sheer disappointment in her face, narrowing her eyes. Seriously?]

Now I feel kind of let down... It's almost as if the plot twist of the fortune teller's was completely destroyed in five seconds. Are you the type who likes to ruin movies like that?

[Inaba's just kidding, but she might as well make some conversation.]

Sannan Keisuke | Hakuouki

[makkuro]

Phase I;

[ After being toss this way and that to say that Sannan wasn't frazzled or confused would be an understatement. But he's managing fairly well with the position he's been placed in. He's more or less accepted that this is reality, or rather a reality, because he's hardly ever seen anything quite like this before. Everything seems real at least to someone who had died moments ago. Rasetsu aside he's not very knowledgeable on otherworldly or strange mechanical things. So he's just...overwhelmed at the moment, given him a second. But it's easy to tell he's from a time period well beyond the one required to even have some semblance of knowledge about this place. His western attire from the 1800s will definitely make him stand out like a sore thumb. He might accidentally run into your character as the loud music and sheer grandeur of the place takes him awhile to adjust. The robotic servants walking by will make him uneasy and strangely curious too. He's more or less on high alert though because wow what even. But at least he's apologetic about his mishap? ]

My apologies. [ He'll bow courteously behind his mask and outfit. ]

Phase III;

[ The room with the holograms leaves him shaken and even more disoriented than before. He's not sure what sort of magic or technological mind games this place is playing with him, but this unassuming party is not somewhere where he wants to be right now. He had failed to protect anyone. He had failed Kondo-san, Hijikata-san and the Shinsengumi as a whole. What was the purpose of his being here now, where not even against these constructs could he be of any use? He'll clench his jaw, eyes focused on nothing as he stands in the hallway that leads to the empty room #005. He'll be clenching his left hand, now healed and unburdened by injury, into a tight fist as he tries to calm himself.

His face looks a bit pale but he's fine otherwise. However should you sneak up or approach him unexpectedly he may draw his sword, thinking you're another one of those holographic abominations. ]

iii

[ohspearme]

[Sano should know better than to listen to any of the holograms around here, but he can't help but still want to help or do the right thing. Which is why he makes his own way toward room #005, although he keeps a hand on his sword, just in case.

However, luckily for Sano, by the time he enters that hallway, he notices another person outside the room in question. And he pushes his mask up on top of his head so he can see more clearly. Because Sano recognizes this guy, but the clothes are all wrong...but he knows this guy.]

...Sannan-san?

Yato | Noragami

[calamities]

[phase I]

[Free food, free drinks, free bowls of candy just waiting to be emptied. It was exactly the kind party that Yato would be all about, if only he thought he could really enjoy it. As it was, he was making the best of the situation by plucking a drink from the tray of one of the waitstaff that was wandering by.

If they were offering, he wasn't about to refuse. ]

[bonus]

[Fortune tellers were supposed to actually tell fortunes, weren't they? The amount of hard-earned money Yato had spent on them had always seemed somewhat worthwhile, despite his last few attempts at securing good fortune ending up with less than ideal results.

Still, despite this woman's repeated attempts to unnerve him by knowing things she absolutely shouldn't, he felt that he was justified in only slightly yelling a rather vehement denial about a few of her facts. That was no reason to try and ruin what should have been an otherwise normal fortune telling experience by trying to add a new hole to his face. The attack wasn't quick enough to cause him any harm, but the sheer nerve...! The phony!

Stomping-- no, nobly and briskly walking out of the back room where the poor excuse for a fortune teller was offering her services, Yato paused to turn and point an accusing finger at the woman.]

If my future here is bright, it's going to be because of me, not some two-bit fortune teller's prediction!

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Yeah, you tell 'em!

[ Battler's pale beige suit had a slice right through it, a telltale sign of the drill missing it's mark. Apparently, he'd just gotten out of the way of the woman's face himself. ]

... Would've warned ya if I'd seen you go in there, sorry.