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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Seeing Peter a little more up close makes Will relax just a teensy bit. What makes him really relax is the pun that Peter intentionally or unintentionally makes. It has Will cracking a smile and he might be the only person alive who could smile so effortlessly trapped naked in a cage with another naked stranger.)
I'm covering the whole bright thing already, I think. But if you've got any ideas, feel free to shoot.
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[peter makes a pained expression.]
You aren't supposed to use the pun against me, god.
[as though he'd done it on purpose. he'd totally done it on purpose. really. apparently satisfied that will is just going to keep squatting there glowing, peter sits down and crosses his legs, staying to his side of the cage. he doesn't exactly...cover himself, but the shadows pretty much do that for him.]
Okay. If we got into the cage, there has to be a way out of the cage. A door, a latch, hinges, something. Flashlight around or something, see if you can find them.
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(Will is doing a pretty good job on covering himself up by just having his knees tucked together and against his chest a little bit.)
That's usually how cages work, yeah. Why don't you close your eyes so I can do that? I'm not gonna be able to maneuver around here without - uh, you know.
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[what a practical soul. peter has gotten awfully used to being naked in company--it's a side-effect of the whole werewolf transformation thing. really, it's the bars pressing into his ass that are uncomfortable.]
Close my--
[at first he thinks it's because will's going to get brighter or something. but then he realizes.]
--oh. Right. Nudity.
[he closes his eyes, bringing his legs up to curl smaller so will has more room to move around.]
What's your name, anyway, sunshine? I'm Peter.
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Yeah well Will has none of that. He's not particularly against the whole nudity thing but there's a degree of natural societal modesty there that has him not wanting a total stranger watching him crawl around a cage nude. Just not his thing, really.)
Bingo.
(Crawl around he does. Peter can probably hear some finagling as he tries to poke around the cage for a way out.
Then he'll hear a quiet, amused snicker.)
Pretty legit nickname there, Peter. Name's Will Solace.
(See what u accidentally did there, Peter? Good job bud. Will already likes you.)
You sure you want to sit your butt on these bars?
(Questionable health codes. Just as he's looking around, he notices his own light glinting off a...)
A key!
(For a moment, Will lights up even more before it dims back down. He adjusts himself back into a modest position.)
Open your eyes, Sasquatch. There's a key on a table over there.
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[see, this time the pun was on purpose. because obviously will likes puns and peter likes not thinking about the fact that he's currently locked in a very small cage. it works out for both of them.]
Nothing has stabbed me yet, and they don't feel slimy, so yeah, I think I'm good. A little weird monster dirt probably never gave anyone any deadly diseas--a key?
[peter almost opens his eyes but it feels like will is close to him and he decides not to risk what parts of will might be close to him. i mean, if he glows everywhere...that's just weird okay. peter has his own magical balls, he doesn't need to see anyone else's.]
Good lord, I'm not that hairy.
[he follows will's very specific 'over there' directions to see the key.]
Okay, so how do we get it? Think this sucker swings, or do you have some Jedi mind powers to go with the glowy thing?
[not that peter is questioning the glowy thing. you do you, will.]
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(Will doesn't elaborate on what he could possibly mean with that. He's just casually judging Will for it because what good nurse wouldn't?)
Nope, you're not, but it only seems fair after I was graced with a nickname.
(He declares this completely in his defense but he's focused a bit more on the key.
Will does notice this. Demigods were typically wary of coming out around mortals as demigods. The Mist existed for a reason but this guy could see right through it and seemed to just kind of accept it. Which meant that this guy was either not a mortal or something like Rachel Dare.
Will wasn't about to ask. Not right now anyway. Instead he glances at Peter and smiles a little apologetically.)
Unfortunately not. If I had an arrow or something then sure, I could get it no problem but I don't have any hidden bow and arrows or otherwise anywhere on me. So unless you do, we should probably figure out if we're in a swing-cage or not.
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[peter raises an eyebrow.]
I really hope you don't have any bow and arrows hidden on you right now. That'd be awkward. And nope. I've got some jewelry, that's it. So swinging it is.