//SCENARIOS.EXE
PHASE I [ 19 00 ]
The festival begins promptly with a kick-off speech and a toast from Julius Vincere, encouraging everyone to celebrate beneath the two moons as they light the sky. The weather is crisp and beautiful, leaving them both in full view as their light cascades upon the festival. Around the district, there are several stands full of standard fair food (candy apples/corn dogs/ice cream/deep fried everything), games, and an assortment of many awkward prizes (if you're wondering what these are, do remember you're in the Pleasure District!). Also, there is alcohol everywhere, served to minors and adults alike.
PHASE II [ 1945 ]
The music is playing loudly beneath the noises of the festival. Anyone approaching the speakers will notice a strange buzzing noise that keeps wavering. Then, the sound changes abruptly to the sound of pained moaning hidden within the song. It grows more pronounced by the second until the lights in the Pleasure District flicker off for a brief second. When they return, there is someone crawling out of the speaker. Your eyes squint, and you can see them briefly, the faint outlines of their form as their screaming escalates, only everyone else seems to be deaf to it. Only you can hear it, and you wonder how and why no one else is reacting. Is it just you? Are you hallucinating? Better get used to that feeling in Cerealia.
PHASE III [ 2000 ]
Your friendly speaker friend up there doesn't seem to want to go away. (S)he keeps crawling out and disappearing throughout the evening, but it's easier to ignore as Julius takes to the stage. He has a special announcement for all. CERESdate (who sponsored this wonderful festival by the way) has agreed to set up all you vibrant, sexy Cerealia singles with some robot partners for the night. Want to escape? Too late. They're latching on and dragging you out to the dance floor to boogie down. Afterwards, they'll try and drag you to the nearby hotels for some extra loving. You are welcome to run at this point or comply happily.
PHASE IV [ 2103 ]
Have you escaped the overzealous sex robots? Good, good! Now, it's time for the real fun. The holograms turn from PG images of the stars and surrounding moons and planets to a few fun images of various robot couples caught in absolute bliss. You may spot a clown mask in there or two, reminiscent of those who were running around causing a bit of trouble earlier. The images continue to get distorted as the clowns look like they're stretching their necks out of the image and reaching out towards you. The moaning from before returns.
Doesn't it get you in the mood? If it does and you'd like to find a partner for the night, a few CERESdate robots will be on hand to help fix you up with a partner, organic or otherwise. They're being quite insistent again because they want your credits.
BONUS [ whyo'clock ]
Have you ever been stalked by a condom-dispensing machine? Well, there's a first time for everything! These friendly contraptions are set up all over the Pleasure District, waiting for you to pass by before trailing after you very slowly. At first you don't notice. Every time you turn around, it stands stationery. But the moment you start to move, it just carefully rolls behind you. Watching. Waiting.
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It's the elegant tailcoat he notices first, the careful arrangement of clothing, but at least it's not all in a dark crow's black. However, as his eyes travel up, they stop and become quite firmly fixated on the ears. He had a dream like this once, actually, where Sebastian had become the white rabbit, but... This was too strange. It's hard for him to pull his eyes away from the rabbit ears, but he manages, though it comes with an irritated noise as he puts a hand on his hip. ]
Thirteen.
[ He answers easily, since he had become so used to the bracelets in the amusement park that he hadn't quite gotten used to the fact he could lie about it again. ]
What household do you serve, exactly?
[ He asks it directly, but in a cool, neutral sort of way. It's clear that this thirteen year old recognizes exactly what Zara is dressed as, and from the way he carries himself, it's not difficult to assume that it's because he has servants tending to him normally. ]
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Ciel's curious gaze is something he's already become used to, and he schools his face into a patient, friendly smile. His kind wasn't common here - not that they were common back home anymore, either - but he didn't mind educating others on his race. Zara is fully prepared to explain things when the boy sidelines him with a completely different question.
Well. That's fine, too. It's a better topic than sex toys. ]
Why, the Galland household. My name is Zara Skeens - steward of Lord Edgar's estate. [ a small nod. ] You seem like you might belong to a fine house, yourself. Hm?
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That, and being pointed out as a noble, makes Ciel draw himself up, and though he's still a short young man, there's definitely the noble's air about him rather than the flustered, confused brat. ]
I've not heard of the Galland household, though that's not unreasonable in a place like this.
[ He frowns lightly, since he's reminded of his discovery that Oz was a nobleman, and one of higher status than he is, but. ]
I am the Earl of Phantomhive.
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[ not unheard of, but impressive all the same. Zara's not clueless enough not to notice Ciel's clear distrust, but he doesn't mind ignoring it for now. There could be any number of reasons that would be inappropriate to pry at right now - and beyond that, it's perfectly reasonable to be cautious here. Goodness knows he is, too. ]
That's quite considerable... Forgive me for my rudeness, Earl Phantomhive. As you said, I haven't heard of your household. [ pause. ] ... That said, I'm afraid I have to hold onto these.
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I inherited the title at twelve, technically. After my father's passing, it fell to me to run our estate, so I made sure to be prepared to do so.
[ It's much simpler in his explanation than it truly was, since it was also a matter of the Queen needing her watchdog... Surely, she had probably thought it would be several years before the Phantomhives would return to their position as the evil nobleman, but Ciel had made sure to inherit the title in full.
He waves his hand dismissively all the same, at least not put out by Zara not recognizing his family's name, and more endeared that he addresses him properly. Though... His insistence does pique his curiosity again. ]
...What are they, by the way? I've never seen anything like them.
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[ that usually was the way of things when someone so young ended up sitting in the head chair - whoever was older was gone. Zara isn't surprised. The boy does seem very mature and in-control for his age - he wonders if he isn't a fine earl already.
At the question, however, his demeanor goes from apologetic to frustrated. With a sigh, he shakes his head. If only his father hadn't passed. Then he could just say "ask your parents." ]
... I'd rather not explain this, but if you ask so directly... [ being zara is suffering. ] Suffice to say, they're, ah... tools used in certain private adult situations.
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As Zara starts to explain, or rather, says that he'd rather not, Ciel's expression turns to irritation, and he clicks his tongue in a way that implies that he's about to tell Zara off for being so difficult. But. The expression falls as the explanation actually comes. ]
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"Adult."
Ciel's expression turns to confusion for a moment, since it takes him a second to actually connect the dots, and he looks back to the prizes still at the booth when it dawns on him. He's completely silent, not even uttering a sound, but he doesn't need to, since the reaction is clear enough on his face as he turns from a delicate, pale white to a deep, flushed red. ]
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Ciel covers his face with his hands and looks away from the booth, and just immediately jumps to indignant rage, as you do. ]
Wh, Wh— That's terribly inappropriate!! Why would you ever— I didn't—
[ And at this point, it just devolves into embarrassed, angry noises... good job ciel... ]
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Either way, he's left with a flustered little boy. The rabbit raises his hands in a placating manner, looking sympathetic. ]
You're completely correct! It's entirely inappropriate, especially for a festival with children attending. I've given up trying to understand their reasoning, at this point... [ maybe all people from the future are like this? god, he hopes not. ] Perhaps I'll try speaking with the management.
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[ He shouts, because Ciel is... Ciel... He doesn't do much quietly when he's riled up, which he certainly is now. ]
How dare they do such a thing! You— You should speak to the management, yes!
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I will, then. Once I learn where to find them... [ because lol he still doesn't know where anything is and he also has the vague notion that "management" might be an intangible being, based on his understanding of how this simulation thing works. but. ] But for the time being, please relax, Earl Phantomhive. And maybe try to avoid the game booths.
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...Don't mention this to anyone, by the way.
[ Because people will make fun of him and he doesn't know how to deal with that other than arson. ]
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Understood. [ not that he has anyone to tell, anyway... he lets a moment pass, then continues, expression somewhat apologetic. ] ... This is a terrible first meeting, but I wonder if I could ask you something. Do you know this place well? This... world.
[ which still sounds strange, but seems like the best term he can use. ]
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Scarcely at all, I am afraid. I just arrived here earlier today myself, so I am still learning.
[ He makes a dismissive noise, but then shrugs. ]
The very idea of it is completely preposterous though, don't you think?
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Sounds like he won't be able to ask about where Fiona is... Too bad. (He's doing a good job of hiding it, but he's deathly worried about her right now.) ]
It is. For the moment, I'm taking it with a grain of salt... It's a bit much to process all at once.
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Quite. The idea of a whole world being destroyed... How ridiculous. As if we're supposed to believe that.
[ He scoffs openly with a shake of his head. ]
But so long as the intentions remain benign, it's not terrible, I suppose.
WOW so mean to sebastian ciel
No, it's ridiculous. He refuses to think about it. The peaceful smile on his face flickers a bit with a darker concern, but only for a second or two. ]
We'll see about that. In my opinion, this isn't a stellar first impression of what they have to offer us.
he deserves it!!
[ Ugh... Ugh!! He's still scandalized that he touched something so gross at all, so his expression turns a bit more sour. ]
I hope it isn't like this all the time... It's just a party, so hopefully that means it'll be done with soon.