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!
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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 [ 800 ] 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 [ 1125 ] 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 [ 1125 ] 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?
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after wasooj and hakusooj, they need another good souji...
That said, he's pretty quiet as she works - unnaturally so for him, not that she'd know it. If he wasn't so exhausted and upset, he'd probably think it's kind of funny that he accused Okita Kaoru of being from some freaky AU world where Okita was a girl and then... actually ran into a girl version of Okita. His luck is something else. And because of that, he doesn't really need confirmation, but he asks anyway:]
...So you're Okita Souji, right?
[MMM WHATCHA SAAAY]
:>!
Well, he's right, but. Souji's a Servant, you know? Most Servants don't go around giving out their names. This doesn't seem to be a Holy Grail War, but even so. Secret identities are supposed to be secret.
But it'd be a bit mean to lie and say she isn't Okita Souji, so...]
What makes you think that?
[Souji smiles.]
no subject
So there's a pretty hearty pause, where he mentally shifts through all of the choices that are currently available to him. It's only after several seconds that he realizes there's really no point in lying either - not when every dang other Souji knows the truth. HIS HONESTY FINALLY COMES BACK TO MURDER HIS ASS.
Shifting from foot to foot almost anxiously, he finally shifts so he can gesture to the sword at his own hip.]
'Cause Okita Souji was the only master I ever had.
no subject
So he has Kiyomitsu. Okita Souji was his only Master. Ahaha, wouldn't it be funny if he is Kiyomitsu? ...Actually, that would make sense. It's not like Souji, basically a familiar, can complain that tsukumogami are impossible because magic doesn't exist.
She peers up at him.]
Kiyomitsu?
no subject
Eventually, he'll reply with a super-elegant:]
Umm— [And then another pause, because life is hard and he's too tired to be a smooth speaker right now.] ...Yeah. Hi. [SMOOTH.]
—I mean, I'm Kashuu Kiyomitsu, but I'm probably not yours. [Considering she has hers and all, so he assumes she hasn't broken him yet. A FOOL.] Just like you're Okita Souji, but you're not really mine. The Okita who wielded me in my own world was a man. There are three more of 'em around here, but none of them are mine, either.
[He'll just be the Confusing Info Dump for her. How lucky!]
prepare yourself, cashew
Though if he breaks during a fight, he's gonna have to wait until she's done killing everyone to get a proper attention.Wait. Three Okitas?
She pulls away and just stares at him.]
Three Okitas?
HE CAN NEVER TRULY BE PREPARED
BUT GOOD, A DISTRACTION. Kashuu can handle this topic much better! He's well-versed in the art of "why are there so many Soujis here, dammit" by now.]
Yeah. There are people here from all kinds of worlds, and even different versions of the same worlds, see? I guess CERES just really likes you guys for some reason.
[They're out for his blood, maybe. Or for the infected blood of every Okita.]
well then. i'm sorry.
She grabs Kiyomitsu's shoulders and shakes him out of excitement, eyes sparkling. Sure, she's still shocked, and this is really weird, but the possibilities!]
Then! Did one of those Okita-sans fight in the Battle of Toba-Fushimi?
Did one get to fight to the very end as a member of the Shinsengumi?
[And, just a bit sheepishly...]
Did one of them, um, not break you at at the Ikedaya?
ugh now he's sorry too
Because really... how does one break the news that no, not a single other Souji that he knows of made it to Toba-Fushimi, or that she's the first one he's met who still carries him at her side and apparently she still broke him anyway. Life is hard and he's too old to be dealing with this tomfoolery, good lord.
The silence is probably enough of an answer for him, but even though he'd rather not say anything, he won't leave her hanging either. Somewhat brusquely:]
You'd have to ask those guys to be sure, but I don't think so. [...] To any of those questions.
everyone is sorry
But! Gotta put on a brave-ish face for Kashuu, right?]
I-I see.
[An awkward silences stretches out for a bit because Souji is no longer so enthusiastic to talk about her alternate selves. She looks around for a topic of conversation that isn't trash.]
Are you curious about why I have you?
it's a sorry party...!!
Well-- seems like she's going to try moving on, anyway. To an equally uncomfortable topic?! SOUJI, PLEASE, talking about the trash would be better at this rate!
...Though that is a good question. He's almost afraid to find out what the answer might be, even so.]
I guess. It's not like I should've been around by the time you got to Toba, anyway.
[Which he tries to sound TOTALLY COOL ABOUT, he's definitely not bothered by that, nope.]