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//TESTDRIVE12.EXE

//testdrive12.EXE



Out with the old, in with the new as they say, and this ViViD level is no different. Ever progressive and ever mindful, CERES has decided in their war against the evil carbon footprint to give citizens both new and old a lesson in healthy living. To show this, they've created a level all about... recycling, or as close to recycling as a company like CERES can get. (Which isn't very close at all, honestly.)

This, of course, means that when you're dumped in to today's ViViD level, the first thing that will hit you is the stench. It's vile and rancid and the type of stench that makes a person want to give up smelling altogether, and when you finally open your eyes, you'll see why. There's trash everywhere. The buildings are decrepit and crumbling, the cars are broken down and rusted, and overall, it looks like the apocalypse rolled right on through. Which is weird because this is definitely not a post-apocalyptic game. Yet wandering around this pathetic excuse for a ViViD level will just reveal more of the same -- it's a total wasteland.

And if you look up, you will see a billboard.

RECYCLING AND YOU: HOW NOT TO BE A DIRTY WASTE OF SPACE


You'll only have a moment to be offended by the sign before, amongst the piles of trash and rubble, there's another, smaller pile of trash and rubble. The only difference is this one can talk.


Welcome to The Dumpster Dive, my cool cats and sweet kittens. A brand new ViViD level, created and innovated to you by CERES's very creative and innovative technicians. We're all here to help you learn to Reuse, Reduce and Recycle, givin' you kids some tools to help you lessen your impact on the planet. After all, we're all here together on this great planet of Tellus. Wouldn't want to ruin it, right? Ha ha!


Happy Trash Day to Cerealians one and all!

//SCENARIOS.EXE


PHASE I

[ 6:00 ] So, you're here.

You're probably sitting in a pile of trash because, well, everywhere is a pile of trash. You're in a landscape of trashiness and there's no escape. Your only option is to give in to the sweet, sweet pull of the garbage. The buildings are crumbling, the sidewalks are a mess of bottles (but no bottle caps), rubble, and empty chip bags, and you're stuck in this... trash. This garbage. This hellhole.

Wasn't recycling supposed to be clean?

It probably takes a rat skittering over your foot to get you going but like any good game, the protagonist needs to move. If you're going to find out anything in this trash heap, you'll need to explore a bit. See if you can find someone else! Or something else. Maybe someone more experienced with ViViD can help you figure out how to log out. Even if logging out doesn't seem to be working right now. You should be careful too because one wrong step might cause the pile of trash you're standing on give way and send you into the sewers below.

Which means there are rats, there are bugs, the ground is unsteady and... yep. It's starting to rain.

Good luck.

PHASE II

[ 8:00 ] And then come the... trash drones.

They zero in on any living thing in this ViViD level -- if you’re moving, if you’re breathing, if you have some sort of a pulse, they’ll be there. And they’ll grab you and take you away. No matter how many you shoot down, more and more and more will come, never stopping until you're swarmed completely by them. They have to get you! You're garbage, you're garbage, you're garbage! You're garbage!

And so, you're snatched up.

Don’t worry, though. After a short flight (wave hello to your fellow drone-napped neighbor!), you'll arrive at three huge trash chutes with three equally huge signs above them. GARBAGE, RECYCLING, and COMPOST hang above the chutes and the drones pause just momentarily before announcing one of these options in a robotic voice. You've been sorted and without any preamble, the drone will dump you in whichever one it decides.

Hopefully you don’t end up in the compost. Gross.

Of course, once you down there, there's plenty to poke around in (or not much if you're still not into the whole trash thing). It's piles and piles and piles of trash as far as the eye can see! Again! If you're especially clever, you may be able to use the trash to build a way out of the chute. The very, very long chute. Maybe there's someone around that can help you? And better do so quick, who knows what CERES has deemed to be "recycling" this time.

PHASE III

[ 11:25 ] CERES's standards continue to shine on again, because after some time, those chutes will finally start working. So if you've been separated from a friend through any of this ordeal, don't worry about it. You're all gonna end up in the same place anyway.

Which is the incinerator, of course! (Wait, that’s not how recycling works.)

The ground beneath you shifts, enough to knock over whatever flimsy excuse for an escape plan you have, and suddenly all of the trash, compost or recycling will be dumped down into an underground furnace -- along with everyone stuck there, of course. Bit by bit, everything moves ever closer towards that red hot furnace and it’s clear that everything's going to be dumped straight into the fire and burned. Say your farewells. Make nice with your neighbor. Finalize your will because --

Oh. It stopped.

Looks like it jammed.

It doesn't remain jammed for long because CERES is, if anything, highly efficient. So it starts up again. But then stops again. And then starts again. And then stops again. This may be a glitch in the level, actually.

So, you're still getting ever closer to fiery death, but... slowly. Very slowly. In fact, you could probably walk away from said fiery death faster than you're going towards it. It's like they can't even program a near death experience right!

PHASE IV

[ 11:25 ] Maybe you avoided the incinerator. Maybe you ended up in a different part of the level altogether. Maybe you just got lost. Either way, now you’re stuck with the age-old hobby of enthusiasts and the exceptionally desperate alike.

Dumpster diving.

And CERES wouldn't send you down there without an incentive, you know. If you look, it seems like there might be something valuable, something incredibly important and just for you. A shiny item that you’ve always wanted right from home and it’s right there in your grasp, something precious that you could never get in Cerealia. How it came to be there, nestled between an empty carton of eggs and a half-eaten cheeseburger, no one knows, but you'll be filled with the inescapable, all-consuming urge to go get it. Just jump right into that dumpster and get it.

The more you resist the urge, the more it'll hurt. (As in, physically hurt actually. The feeling will be comparable to your fingernails slowly being plucked out.)

This is ViViD though and the moment you hit the trash, the spell breaks. You'll see that your most precious thing, whatever it was, was never actually there. Instead, you seem to have actually grabbed something else and whatever it is, you can't let go of it. Be it an empty bottle of bacon soda or a bicycle tire with a giant hole in it, it's attached to your hand now and no matter what you do, you can't get it off.

Hopefully whatever you grabbed wasn't too big because it looks like you're not getting rid of it. Not till you beat the level.

BONUS

[ why : o'clock ] The odd thing about being stuck in a trash wasteland is that you can go for ages without seeing another person. Ages. Of course, CERES doesn't like that very much since ViViD games should be co-operative! Player with player! Player against player! Players who shouldn't be playing at all. That's the type of play CERES supports.

Which means the longer you go without seeing another person, the more you might feel an itch. It gets under your skin, making you feel dizzier and dizzier, and shorter and shorter of breath until -- you pass out. Vision going dark, breathing cutting out, and down you go into the trash and whatever this ViViD level has planned next.

It won't take long. You'll wake up feeling slightly confined and there will be a moving body next to you. It seems as if you've finally, finally found someone -- and they're really, really close. In fact, maybe a little too close? When you open your eyes, you'll see that the two of you may be bound together in a way that might be familiar to some.

But instead of a shirt, it's just a garbage bag. A really, really strong garbage bag that can't be broken out of no matter how strong you happen to be. No laser eyes, no super powers, nothing will separate you from this person other than, well, getting along.

There really is only one question you have to ask yourself now. Just one.

What the hell does this have to do with recycling?


[ Remember to apply proper warnings on threads with sensitive or inappropriate material and do let a mod know if your thread careens off into maiming or canoodling so we can lock the log. ]

//RUN.EXE

Welcome to CEREALIA's twelfth 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!

swirlied: (4)

[personal profile] swirlied 2016-01-02 10:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ Honestly, Yuuri can't blame him. ]

I hope it isn't too... That talking garbage pile didn't say much else, though, except that this place is supposed to teach us how to keep the planet safe.

[ Which brings him to something else. ] This is a level right? There has to be a way to get out of here, doesn't there?
adornmental: (muffled next top model theme)

[personal profile] adornmental 2016-01-02 10:26 am (UTC)(link)
[PLEASE SPARE HIM 20 MINUTES OF YAKKETY SAX.]

What?! When did I ever say anything like that! [It's a perfectly reasonable assumption to make, actually?! The weird assumption here is being so used to AU Okita Soujis that a girl one seems like the only feasible answer...

But that's okay, he'll just be Caustically Blunt to explain himself! Gotta nip this misconception in the bud before he gets his ass murdered.]


That guy died unmarried and alone when he was super young. [Ah.] I figured you were just from some weird other world where all of the Shinsengumi members were girls or something.
stillinbloom: (my boss made my mugshot)

[personal profile] stillinbloom 2016-01-02 10:43 am (UTC)(link)
[That bluntness makes her anger fizzle out real fucking quick, like a bucket of cold water thrown on her. Honestly the 'other world where the gumis are all girls' makes more sense to her-- she can understand that idea. Alternate universes and all that, she's down.

But...
] ...My father died too, but... obviously he had me first. And was married. But mom left too and-- [Ow. She didn't usually think of her dad's death but god, Thanks Kashuu. "Died unmarried and alone." Her mouth turns down in a sharp frown.

Softly:
] I don't think I like your version very much...

you can't escape the okitas; there are too many

[personal profile] wheresmyhaori 2016-01-02 10:44 am (UTC)(link)
Hm?

[Souji tilts her head, still looking up at him. He seemed like he was calming down, but now it looks like he's getting worked up again. She keeps smiling, hoping it'll keep him from freaking out.]

What's wrong? Does it hurt somewhere? Did the rat bite you after all?

[There aren't any marks on his face, so maybe under his hair? She reaches out to check.]
respectful: (pic#9603653)

kuroh yatogami | k project

[personal profile] respectful 2016-01-02 10:56 am (UTC)(link)
PHASE I


( he isn't the type to mind chores. in fact, had there been no instructions to recycle in the first place, kuroh might have been uncontrollably tempted to pick up everything himself anyway, if not for the fact that his first priority was finding his clan. the layer of garbage provided a lack of sturdiness and consistency, but it was not unlike walking through a snow-covered terrain for the young man. his steps are vigilant —— cautious, light, and every now and then, thrust entirely into knee-deep or waist-deep territory. )

What nonsense. ( he scoffs while climbing his way back up to the surface, finding himself increasingly bothered by the State of the Trash ™. ) They didn't even provide the proper tools to recycle ...! ( —— dignity be damned, he's fallen neck-deep now. with a brilliant flash of silver, he's pushed back atop the pile, scanning nearby with a wary glance, before spotting ... someone? else? just as it starts to rain, too. before any questions can be asked to his Fellow Recycling Committee comrade, he realizes ... a rat has crawled up one of his pant legs. he's cut off before he can even say anything, expression contorting in discomfort and embarrassment. )


PHASE III
( like many, he was hit with an onslaught of disorienting shuffling, grappling, and fighting before being disposed of. try as he might, he was no match for the sorting process, and as he was pitched into the garbage chute, kuroh could not help but regret not resorting to violence sooner. eventually his bearings are regained and his prudence restored, directing his immediate attention not to the inevitable fiery death that the incinerator promises, but instead to anybody nearby that might be in need of his help.

his master had taught him better than to go into this alone, and although death was ... slow and sluggish and easy to be distracted from, it could still be impending. right? perhaps it was some tactical maneuver to get people to let their guards down.

... honestly the situation felt less dire the more everything stopped and started, but that only alerts him more. )
Do you need help?

( -- whatever the answer is, his hand readies at his katana as he runs over, seemingly more alert than the situation calls for. ) Don't let your guard down. This could all be a trap. ( a very slow one ........................ )


PHASE IV

( it was too good to be true.

he should have known. in fact, as the illusion of Ichigen-sama's hat fades from his grasp, replaced with a life-sized cardboard cutout of some generically-beautiful model in an incredibly revealing bikini, kuroh believes he's being subject to some sort of Divine Punishment. he displayed a disappointing spectacle of being unable to resist a sentimental attachment to the material world, and now he's stuck looking like some freak.

it doesn't help that he can't even look at the cut-out without feeling incredibly nervous and embarrassed. it's too immodest. he's.

too weak. and both of his hands are stuck on it, holding it in somewhat of an embrace. he lifts his foot, trying to kick off, but ends up falling over and having the cardboard-waifu fall with him. his leg now jammed through it and impaling her.

please help... )



BONUS

( waking up was like breaking the surface of icy waters, giving him a gasp of air that he didn't even know he was missing. his chest heaves for a moment, mind stirring from its dizzied state as he tries to recall exactly when he lost consciousness, or just why it feels so nice to have the entangled proximity he currently has.

and entanglement is an understatement. they're bound -- maybe back to back. maybe chest to chest. maybe simply by the wrists and feet. it feels like being resurrected after having needed another person so desperately, but the moment he reorients, there's nothing but confusion about this entire state of affairs. he mentally accounts for his belongings -- still secured and fastened at his side and within his pockets, before speaking: )


... I'm not sure I understand.
Edited 2016-01-02 11:16 (UTC)
adornmental: (PLEBES THO)

soon they'll need their own walled-off section of the city

[personal profile] adornmental 2016-01-02 11:01 am (UTC)(link)
[It isn't really fair of him to snap at this poor stranger just because of a sneaking suspicion, but he's tired and he's covered in the ghost of fast food's past and a worn-down Kashuu is a Kashuu with significantly less patience and a significantly shorter temper.

He keeps himself from snapping, at the very least, but his expression shifts from "I'm probably 5 years old and about to cry" to "actually I'm 500 and I've seen some shit" in just a few seconds.]


No, I'm just— [TIRED AND OLD-- Or marginally traumatized, either way.] ...No. [But he'll let her check his hair for sneaky rat bites because he just doesn't have the energy to back away. At a somewhat softer volume:]

Where did you get that? The sword.
adornmental: (you keep holding on with broken arms)

[personal profile] adornmental 2016-01-02 11:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Now he's earned the "HAVE SOME SENSITIVITY, KASHUU" award... He's just so used to being cavalier about it that it almost doesn't strike him to have a little more tact around the person who just claimed to be the daughter of an Okita.

That's part of the reason why he moves on so quickly; the other part being that he doesn't like lingering on topics centered around Okita for long, anyway.]


Yeah, well. There's one world where that didn't happen, at least. [Compared to, what - at least two others? And he still died, and Kashuu can imagine what he died from because that's the one awful constant in between every single Okita, besides the swords he wields and the style he fights with.]

...You're gonna bump into some other Okitas around here, but I don't think any of them are your father. [Just as a heads up, he supposes.]
corona: (‣ well what have i got to lose?)

bonus

[personal profile] corona 2016-01-02 11:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ ... and screaming still.

Since the entirety of her vision has flooded with white (like frost on her sill at winter or strawberry cream), save for twin punctuation marks in lightest blue, Rapunzel decides to close her eyes as she screams, though this has the depersonalising side-effect of making it sound like there are two of her screaming instead of two different women...

Wait. Two different women? What would that look like?

Her eyes flash open and drop down. Then, almost immediately, her face warms, peachy cheeks turning pink as her freckles seem to darken; something tells her she should not be looking at another person's... body. Like this. Like. Intimately.

A rather similar something tells her that this has got to be the most embarrassing, violating, incomprehensible "surprise" she's found all day, and forces her to look away sharply. Even if she's not entirely sure what this feeling means or where it comes from. ]
SORRY! I– [ still blushing, not screaming ] I'm... I'm sorry. Madam.

[ that's how you address another woman respectfully, right? ]
corona: (‣ who wants to be alone?)

[personal profile] corona 2016-01-02 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
N...o. [ Which isn't the truth, exactly, but it's far enough from a lie to count towards honesty. There's just something about the look on Alice's face... ]

[ Rapunzel, slow-going still, lowers her weapon. ]
My mother taught me to - to be aware. Of danger? [ she nods at the destruction, eyes watering ] There could very well be ruffians out there, couldn't there? If anywhere. This place is awful. But it's beautiful too.
corona: (‣ cordial)

[personal profile] corona 2016-01-02 11:19 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. [ Great question! She reaches around to feel the base of her skull and knead the skin at her neck, pausing to allow for any painful sensations between bursts of excitement, and then shakes her head. ] Nope! Heh. Everything's... working as normal! So. What do you think of the plan?

[ With any luck Elle will not have time to notice the nervous break in Rapunzel's voice. ]
corona: (‣ too much pain with little pleasure?)

[personal profile] corona 2016-01-02 11:23 am (UTC)(link)
Together. [ She repeats the word as if it's foreign to her - which, frankly, it is, teamwork being scant where she came from. Usagi's offer brings a funny, lopsided smile to her face. One she can't control, and so, naturally, will try to. "Not brave." CHA RIGHT! ]

Yes! I mean, yeah, that... that sounds great. ...Ooh. Sah. Gee. Usagi.

Hm.
Usagi. You have a really interesting name. What does it mean?
timesout: (pic#9872327)

[personal profile] timesout 2016-01-02 11:25 am (UTC)(link)
My hair hurts when I pull it. [ This lady is so cool! Jumping over pillars and an invincible skull, what else can she do?? As for the plan? Elle also tries to not look nervous about it. ]

...I've never climbed anything that high.
timesout: (pic#9869048)

[personal profile] timesout 2016-01-02 11:27 am (UTC)(link)
Hmph! What kind of a question is that?

[ She's going to let him guess. ]
corona: (‣ tell me what i am all about)

[personal profile] corona 2016-01-02 11:28 am (UTC)(link)
No crazy metal birds where you come from? [ She grins. This might be her first bit of snark thus far. And she hasn't even any idea what to call the cranes! This girl is so cool!! ]

Actually. I... might have a better idea. We could - go together. As a team! Rescue your friend as a team.
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[personal profile] timesout 2016-01-02 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's going to ignore the first question because it's either weird or Elle will sound UNCOOL if she answers it wrong. Rapunzel-senpai... ]

...a team! Can we really do that?
jinko: (38.)

atsushi nakajima | bungou stray dogs

[personal profile] jinko 2016-01-02 11:43 am (UTC)(link)
PHASE I : GARBAGE DAY

[ Okay, well. This is great.

It had to be garbage, it had to be— of all the places he could end up in, it's right where he belongs. The bin. That doesn't mean he likes it or particularly wanted to be here, because who actually ever wants to fall face-first in a pile of trash, but.

Anyway. The long and short of it is, Atsushi falls into a world of shit, and he reacts appropriately for the occasion, which is—
]

—Ah?! Ahhhhh?!

[ ...to scream, apparently. Not very dignified or manly, but let's be real, who has the time to be posturing right now??? ]

No, it's— it's everywhere?! [ Ah, there's a rat struggling... in his shirt, someone put him out of his misery, please. Cue more yelling. ] Ehh!? It's in my shirt?!

[ no seriously give this child a hand ]


PHASE III : THAT SCENE FROM TOY STORY 3

[ At least this thing is moving slower than molasses... this fucking incinerator, thanks for being threatening without actually being threatening.

That aside?! Impending doom is still... impending, even if it's very very slow!! Atsushi'd morphed his legs into his tiger form to make his escape quicker, but once he realizes that he actually...doesn't have to hurry... he's out to look for people he can help. Listen, he might as well make himself useful.

So he trots towards the person nearest him, offers him or her a hand without taking into consideration that it might be a little weird, this boy with furry legs running up towards a complete stranger.
]

Hey— it's not safe here, so...! [ insistent handwave! ] We should probably go...?

[ 'Probably'. ]


BONUS

[ He really only has one thing to say, as he turns his head slowly, slowly, and fixes the person he's stuck with with a cold sweat running down the side of his head and the stiffest half-smile he can muster, without looking like he wants to die. ]

I...

I'm...sorry?

[ nailed it. ]
Edited 2016-01-02 11:44 (UTC)
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[personal profile] unswerved 2016-01-02 11:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ oh, okay. it's like she's making it seem like yata's stating the obvious. IN WHICH CASE, THIS GIRL CAN FIGHT.

at least that's what yata concludes. ]


Okay. Back me up when we get into a fight!
corona: (‣ satisfaaaaction)

[personal profile] corona 2016-01-02 12:00 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't see why not. [ There are several reasons, and none of them favour a high mortality rate.

But that doesn't stop her! She's already fussing with her hair until it forms a suitable grappling hook they can use for climbing. ]


So... You wouldn't happen to have a weapon, would you? It would make this whole process much safer. Something to really fight with, you know, like - sewing needles! Or a cleaver! [ now that would be thrilling !!! ]

Oh, and by the way.... My name is Rapunzel.
timesout: (pic#9869079)

[personal profile] timesout 2016-01-02 12:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Agh!

[ THIS GUY... Elle just stomps with her foot as she lectures him. ]

Rollo's a cat and I'm only eight, of course we can't fight!! What's the matter with you?!
respectful: (pic#9597481)

wildcard

[personal profile] respectful 2016-01-02 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
( the rain beats down harder now, thrumming to a consistent buzz that fills the air, awash with a gentle, almost calming uninterrupted sound accompanied by the harsh smell of soaked garbage. the sky dims as the heap becomes more dreary, overwhelming in its stench. for some parts of the dump, the surface seems more hardened now -- plastered together with the help of water. other parts grow increasingly unstable and slippery.

sougo will find himself stepping on to unstable ground and falling right through. the drop will almost seem endless. impossibly deep. down, down he goes ... until he hits a small air pocket, slowing to a stop right on top of kuroh, who had been sitting with a concentrated expression -- legs tucked beneath him in seiza. sougo is now in his lap.

i basically wrote your tag for you now, i realize. )
timesout: (pic#9869056)

[personal profile] timesout 2016-01-02 12:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Man, look at that hair taking different shapes, it's like when a clown makes balloon animals for kids. It's awesome.

BUT WHAT'S WITH THAT QUESTION. ]


Uh... one of those is more dangerous than the other... [ Sewing needles aren't even a weapon?? ]
unswerved: (pic#9553791)

[personal profile] unswerved 2016-01-02 12:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ why you... ]

Cats can fight! And so can kids!

I guess you're not one of them.
swordplays: (070)

[personal profile] swordplays 2016-01-02 12:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[How... how do you act nicely towards children?? This is a mystery for the ages but he can at least make an attempt.] Even scary dreams can't last forever. This is just a temporary headache.

[It's technically not impossible for CERES to keep them logged in in definitely, probably, but he doesn't need to share that thought with her at all.] Logging out just takes a while sometimes. That's all there is to it. It... will be fine eventually.

timesout: (pic#9869053)

[personal profile] timesout 2016-01-02 12:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ow! Right in the insecurities! ]

S-So what if I can't? My daddy can take on anyone...
timesout: (pic#9869053)

[personal profile] timesout 2016-01-02 12:48 pm (UTC)(link)
I can't wait too long, my daddy is counting on me...

[ From angry child to sad child; it's not Fushimi's day, is it? ]