//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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Zara Skeens / Black Wolves Saga
[ doing his absolute best to ignore the lurid prizes on display (this is completely offensive to his sensibilities), Zara can be found lurking near the more family-friendly stalls, browsing the selection of food. All of which is very fried. And while he doesn't mind fried food and fatty food, as the long rabbit ears quivering on top of his head and the small fluffy rabbit tail on his behind might suggest, he tends to prefer lighter and greener dishes. ]
... Honestly. Eating so much of these types of food is just going to give everyone a terrible stomachache later...
[ and the circumstances aren't doing much for his appetite, anyway. After a while, he can be spotted with a caramel apple, despite protests. ]
PHASE II
-- Don't you hear that?!
[ poor Zara can, painfully well. Actually, he's tugging those long ears of his down to try and muffle the sharp noise of screaming digging into his brain, wincing. The fact that nobody else is reacting to this horrid screeching is almost more concerning than whatever he just caught a glimpse of. Almost.
Most important, however, is getting the noise to stop before his sensitive eardrums burst. ]
PHASE III
[ see, dancing was fine. Zara was good at dancing. He was far too polite to turn down someone approaching him for a dance, even if they were metallic and soulless, but it was fun enough, so he was okay with it. If it ended there, he would have been even more okay with it!
But no. It's become exceedingly obvious that dancing was fairly low on the list of things this woman(? robot?) wanted to do to him, judging by the way she's grabbing at his frilly lapels and attempting to drag him bodily from the dance floor. ]
-- Ma'am, I'm fine by myself, I insist! Now please, let go of me! Let go!
[ his politeness is wearing thin, considering he's now pushing his hands against her face to try and get her away. Help the flustered bunny butler, maybe? Or just laugh at him. (He'll hold it against you later.) ]
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[And, wincing, Elza's own ears are pinned back against his hair, little good that it does. He has no doubt that Zara's hearing is that much more sensitive, though, so as he approaches him (head tipping in recognition and acknowledgement), he waves a hand.
It's a beckoning gesture, urgent. He can barely formulate a plan or thoughts with that sound.]
Come on, this way, it shouldn't be as loud over here!
elzaaaaaaaa
[ finally, someone else who can hear it. Except it's someone else with sensitive ears, and that puts them both in a pickle. Zara takes the cue quickly, slipping through the crowd towards Elza in a hurry. get him out of here, brave knight!! ]
zaraaaaa
Here we go... Is this a bit better? What a racket that was.
[He groans, rubbing his palm over one of his ears.]
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He follows after, stopping beside him once they're out of the metaphorical fire, and hesitantly releases his ears. The screaming sound is still pretty clear to him, but at least it's not destructively loud like before. Still, he's frowning. ]
A little bit... What in the world is that noise? [ a pause. ] It sounds like someone screaming, but who...?
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[He pauses, not wanting to say it. But he shoots a look back to where they came from, bringing one of his hands up to his chin and rubbing his knuckles against it pensively]
Did you see it? That... thing. Person. [Ghost?? Elza doesn't believe in spooks. Maybe. Probably.] I thought I saw something like that a few times, actually.
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phase i!
[That's not how it works at all... and where did this nerd even come from who knows but here he is!! The more savory greasy foods aren't too appealing to him, all things considered, but he is carrying a little paper boat that has an assortment of cinnamon and sugar donut holes arranged in two neat rows. About half are already missing... someone stop him.....
That is not the most important part of this, though! Oz will refrain from rudely pointing, but it's clear he's talking about the rabbit ears when he speaks again since he is staring at them intently.]
How are you moving those, mister?
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[ no good. Zara's eyes fall onto Oz's box of goodies as he turns where he stands, though, and he merely sighs. If this were Pearl and Richie, they'd be bouncing off the walls afterwards, and he'd be left trying to deal with the aftermath. But this is not Pearl or Richie, and so, he doesn't really have a reason to dissuade him from eating all those sweets. He'll leave that to some other babysitter.
Fortunately, Oz moves onto another question - one that he finds much more charming. Zara looks confused for a moment, then, a look of realization passing over his face, smiles, chuckling a little. ]
Hmmm? They're my real ears, of course.
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Except he has to put his fattydingdongs food plans on hold for a bit because this is much more interesting than sweets!! A donut shop could be found on any street corner, but a person with actual rabbit ears is not so usual.]
They are? [SPARKLES FLYING OFF INTO THE SKY] Are you... a rabbit? [He has found his people...]
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That's right, I am. You seem surprised... Am I the first you've met?
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Yes, mostly. [MOSTLY.] I've never seen anyone with ears like that, anyway... They look very soft! [Oz focuses on the important things.]
Oh— My name's Oz, by the way!
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But it's not right to leave him to deal with that, not when he's just found him. So Nesso will do what any good knight would, swooping in to rescue someone clearly in distress. He swoops in to try to coax the robot away.]
Sorry, I'm afraid I have to cut in. [He mostly manages this bit of utter cheesiness without chuckling.]
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Nesso...! [ if he sounds relieved, it's because he is, even if this is kind of humiliating. All things considered, he'd rather deal with good-natured jabs than uncomfortable robot foreplay. Zara takes the chance to duck away from the robot - which, unfortunately, also tries to go around Nesso. ] Thank you, but -- it seems I've somehow gotten a persistent suitor!
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Zara. [A greeting, thinly veiled relief at seeing him, here and well -- aside from his new admirer.] I never knew you were such a heart breaker.
[Can he really trust someone like that around his precious, naive Fiona? Really? Nesso chuckles at the thought, even as the robot goes chasing its way around him. Ah... Very persistent.]
She certainly doesn't want to take no for an answer. [He'll be kind and try to maneuver himself between Zara and his robot girlfriend.]
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Neither did I, [ he admits in a faintly amused voice, not taking the bait to tease him back, for once. The amount of appeal he may or may not have to the opposite sex is one area that Zara puts very little stock into. ] Apparently, my dancing sweeps the ladies right off their feet.
[ note to self: never dance with a stranger just because she begs you nicely. It's mildly embarrassing to be defended by his master, though - not to mention insulting to his servant's dignity, as kind as the gesture may be - so he's quick to grab Nesso's arm, trying to tug him back. Not out of the way, but to escape. ] Nesso, I think leaving might be the best option.
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[It's the start of all sorts of things, isn't it? But Nesso certainly doesn't mind defending Zara, though all he seems to be doing is annoying the persistent lady anyway. So as he's tugged back, he moves, backing away a moment before turning to follow after him.]
I don't think I'd argue with that. [Escape.] Wherever we are, I wouldn't mind leaving entirely.
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Phase I
At least Zara is just non-human enough to make Oona not outright hostile to him as she eyes the caramel apple with a nod of agreement.] Nothing here is good. Greasy human food, is awful. [She huffs]
Should be more fish. They never have raw fish out. [And life is hard.]
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The fish, however. ]
Raw fish? That's... an unusual request, miss. [ and also sounds like it might make you sick. ]
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Suppose could cook it. Still not same, but good. Ah! Or! Hmm... [She trails off, trying to think of the word she wants.] Su...si? Sushi? Had that, was good. Seaweed alright.
[Her stomach growls in protest of her talking about food and her gaze goes to Zara's caramel apple.....]
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But saying that is absolutely out of the question, so he quietly passes over the topic, noting her interest in the apple instead. And her growling stomach, which makes him chuckle slightly. ]
... Fufu. You sound quite hungry. Would you like one?
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A second later she tries to look aloof and disinterested, resting one hand on her hip as she looks off.] If offering, will not say no. Do not like most human foods, but will try it. Am not really that--
[Her stomach growls again and she turns red, annoyed.]
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turning, she sees a boy (a bunny?) in a similar struggle, and feeling great enmity for their assailants, sneaks up behind it and pounces on it. she begins to beat wildly on its head. ] I'm so sick of these shitty sexual harassers! [ she looks up at her frazzled bunny comrade, frustration on her face. ] Aren't you gonna help?
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Except she clearly doesn't have the reservations that he does, and he gasps in confusion when she suddenly leaps onto the robot and starts walloping it mercilessly. Now, he has no love for the thing, but seeing this kind of behavior is a little alarming. ]
-- Young lady! I know how you feel, but there's no need to go that far. [ p...robably. Actually, he's not sure how to make them stop, but violence seems excessive. AKA no, he's not helping. ]
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Thanks for the help. [ there's a thorny irony tinged on those words, of course. clover crosses her arms, looking dissatisfied. ] I guess you know about as much as me, huh?
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I'm afraid attacking people isn't a skill of mine. [ not entirely a lie. combat only in self-defense! But he leaves that for now, shaking his head. ] As for what I know... We're in the middle of some kind of pleasure festival, and some of the people are getting overenthusiastic. Are you hurt?