Welcome to CERES' new dating experience -- ABOMIDate (Catchy, huh?). They've found that they're a little concerned with everyone's ability to... connect with denizens of different species, and in a place like Cerealia that is full of aliens, that's a Big Problem! After all, it's pretty clear by now that there are a lot of things about your friendly neighborhood aliens that you just know nothing about. What else do you not know? That the greeting of a Faswwg is face licking? That feathered species require mating dances to woo? That [REDACTED] needs [REDACTED] to [REDACTED]? So clearly, the way to fix this problem is...to practice dating other species!
Namely eldritch abominations! In CERES' experience, eldritch abominations really sum up the full interspecies dating way of life and provide you a variety of different species (and orifices) to enjoy.
So it's time to put on some proper music -- no, not that, that's not right. There, that's better. Anyway, time to put on some sexy background music, and woo the monster of your dreams!
 [ horrifying noises of nightmares and despair ]
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PHASE I [ 8 00 ] Welcome to the new and improved Abominable Dating, CERES’ brand new virtual dating experience! The first thing you will see will be a character select screen, because CERES wants you to get to the dating part right away. Don’t worry, there are a lot of beautiful and handsome candidates to choose from so feel free to jump right in! There’s this fellow, or this dashing lass and even a hidden character who is... not really all that hidden if they’re right there to be picked, but there you go!
You have to pick one. There’s no other option, I’m afraid.
And once you do, you’ll end up in a room with your date, dressed up in beautiful, date-like clothing. Unfortunately, everyone else who picked that date will also be in the room with you, also dressed up and prepared for dating.
This is awkward.
It gets even more awkward when your date decides that you look like a great main course. Watch out for those claws/teeth/limbs/etc! Maybe you can work together to take down your starving date, sad as that sounds.
PHASE II [ 1000 ] No dating game would be complete without stat boosting sessions. Regardless of how you feel about your current date, you’re locked into the game now (and hopefully not while covered in the blood of your date themselves, though they just come back even if you managed to kill them), and the game is picking a stat it thinks you need to work on. Either your intelligence is deplorable, your charisma is totally lacking, or your strength is at noodly-arm levels. That’s pretty bad. (It doesn’t matter what your actual intelligence, charisma or strength are, the game might be making things up at this point.)
Because of this, you’re going to be automatically tossed into a mini-game to increase those stats! This will be fun, absolutely. Nothing but Fun here in ViViD. So regardless of what the game thinks you’re lacking, it’s going to throw you into the same mini-game -- eldritch abomination make-over sessions.
You'll show up at a row of dressing rooms, each marked with a sign above the door reading NO INTELLIGENCE or NO STRENGTH or NO CHARISMA in bright red letters. Choosing the right one (embrace your shame) will reveal your initial date to you. They bat their eyelashes in greeting and growl out a very sultry, Will you help me, senpai?
Time to get to work!
You won’t be able to leave the mini-game until the monster is completely satisfied with its makeover, so it’s time to really tap in to your inner fashion sense. Of course, the fact that you’re all trying to apply makeup to the same monster might make this hard, but you can surely all get along, right?
Right?
PHASE III [ 1800 ] At first, you were on a date. Finally, you, your monster, candelight. Everything was going right until... well, you made a bad dialogue choice. They asked you what your favorite food was, you accidentally picked "Italian" (or maybe picked it on purpose which makes this even worse!) and then things went dark.
When you wake up, you'll find yourself in a cage. The room is dark and dank and there's no light other from the crack of a door somewhere up a flight of stairs. You're in a cage in a basement and there's a key glinting on the table right across the room there. Is it for your cage?
Welcome to the Yandere Route.
You might not actually be alone though. The cage isn't terribly big but there's enough room for someone else and if you shift around a little, you'll bump into them. Maybe you should share some woes of the eldritch horror dating experience. Maybe you should try and find a way out! Who knows? But there's one thing for sure:
You're both extremely naked.
Good luck!
PHASE IV [ 1830 ] You did it. You’ve gotten to the end of the game, or nearly. You’ve earned up enough affection points somehow. Maybe it was through the eldritch abomination following you around to trying to eat you or maybe it really, really, really liked your makeover. Maybe there was that thing and the cage and some weird pictures it took -- who knows! But now it’s time for the inevitable scene.
The confession scene.
Except... well, ViViD can’t do confession scenes very well. You'll find yourself there in the schoolyard, dressed in the appropriate school uniforms but...
For one thing, there’s a heavy shower of rose petals. A heavy shower. They’re everywhere. They might get in your mouth and face, they’re pooling around your knees, it's a rose petal flood and you're about to drown!
For another, the eldritch abomination you chose to romance is getting closer and... closer. And closer. And that sure is a lot of teeth, huh? Is it coming in for a kiss or to eat off your face? It’s... really hard to tell with all the rose petals, isn’t it?
To make matters even worse, you can’t move -- you’re locked into the scene until it comes to its proper conclusion. The game is stuck and you're here, suffering through it all. Well, you're suffering unless someone comes and rescues you, but who in the world would interrupt a touching scene like this to do that?!
BONUS [ why o'clock ] You know you have to get dressed up nicely for your date. It's an important one! Third date means third base, after all. So, you’re shoved into a closet, and surrounded by tons and tons of choices to pick from. You're spoiled for choice!
But, well... no matter what you put on, or even if you just elect to stay in your regular clothing, it changes as soon as you step out of the closet to meet your date.
Don’t worry, you look adorable.
It can’t be taken off, of course. So you’d better get comfy, because you’re going to be a pink dinosaur for your third date and... your fourth date. And your fifth. Hell, you might still be a pink dinosaur when it comes time to confess! How... cute.
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When she turns back, Dorian frowns, a protest on the tip of his tongue, but her explanation makes him sigh. ]
Of course there are. [ He crosses an arm over his chest, pressing the knuckles of his opposite hand against his lips. ]
How many, exactly? I may be able to hold off one, possibly two. Three, if the third is small and not inclined to react violently to fire.
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Three of the same we're forced to choose from like at the beginning when we entered. They're making us pick again.
[Shiki lets out an annoyed snort, but Dorian's mention of fire catches her attention.]
You can set things aflame?
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Nah, that's not it. [She seems to have come to her own conclusion though. He's not exactly of the same vein or cloth as Touko Aozaki.]
So there's people here with magic too. Sure is some frying pan we've gotten into.
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I'm all too eager to hop out of this frying pan in which we find ourselves, thanks all the same. [ He nods toward the knife she holds. ] I take it you're a fair hand with a blade, then.
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The grip on her knife tightens slightly and she nods in response.]
More than fair. Good enough to be a cause of worry.
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Then I fail to see why we're twiddling our thumbs in here.
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[Gonna go and slide that door back open to confront the otome love interests!!]
You can take your pick first though. Who knows, they'll probably like you more.
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[ But he steps out all the same, and the creatures watch him expectantly. At least one starts to salivate -- and has been for some time, if the small pool forming beneath it is any indication. Repulsive. ]
I'll handle the one with a too large tongue. Possibly the one with a face in its chest, time permitting. Are you ready?
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[She tosses her knife in the air and readies herself with the aura of someone not just ready for a fight, but someoneA ready to kill.]
Try to get to the end of the hallway without dying. I'll be busy.
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[ But he swings his arm in a wide arc, and with a flicker of blue light, a magical shield surrounds the two of them. ] That should mitigate any damage.
[ It's the only explanation he offers before flame appears in both palms, and he flings fire at one of the monsters -- Frenchy, we'll call her. On account of the tongue. It lets out a guttural screech -- perhaps in monster language, it's crying, "Why, Senpai?!" -- and the other two beasts take that as their cue to charge. ]
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... A Bounded Field? Ah, whatever.
[Dorian's already started anyways and Shiki sprints forward, dodging an appendage that tries to grab at her and jumping over the one that tries to trip her. The knife in her hand is deftly used as she zips past the monsters and limbs suddenly drop to the ground.]
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Without the benefit of his staff, Dorian expends a bit more mana on his magic than usual. Still, Dorian claims to be one of the best and brightest mages ever produced by the Tevinter Imperium for good reason -- he holds his own against the creatures, keeping them at a distance. After a time, he manages to collect the ambient magic expended by his own spells to surge forward and past them, leaving ice in his wake. Face-Chest in particular is rooted to the spot, if temporarily.
Frenchy, however, has tricks up her... mouth?... and her tongue lashes out-- not at Dorian, as one would expect, but at Shiki, and Dorian sends a lance of flame to intercept. Try not to get singed, please. ]
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The magic's impressive even she'll admit that, but she'll have to make do with being up close and personal.]