//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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[ Ciel nods to the suggestion, since he appreciates Reim being Sensible, for one, but he's also just glad to have an excuse to get out of the busy part of the party. All the people milling about makes him uncomfortable, though he at least doesn't show it outwardly. In any case, Ciel gives a polite nod of his head in return, since Reim has made a good impression despite his screeching. ]
Please, let's. This party is quite noisy and tiresome.
[ So the little sir will turn away and start to lead the way, simply because he's used to doing so... Though it must be hilarious looking since Reim is like double his height. ]
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Reim is at least glad Ciel is amenable to getting the hell away from drunken reverie and who knows what else - this party is not high class enough, not at all - and doesn't seem to mind following him with a nod and an "Of course."
It probably does look hilarious, but it might also look like a guy desperately trying to babysit in the middle of a party, so which part is hilarious is up for debate. Reim would rather just leave, by any means necessary...]
Truthfully, the entertainment is a little beyond me... And that creature, well, our host failed to mention anything like that.
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[ He's very quick to say that, actually. There is a sense that Ciel has been here much longer than he actually has solely because of how Done he seems to be with the place already. Though considering it's still an improvement from the last one, that does sort of contribute to his overall sourness. ]
But from my experience, our hosts tend to lie to us, or at least, to purposely omit important things. They're not as concerned with us as they say.
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Perhaps they have a reason for it. For being tight-lipped about every detail, that is- That thing may very well have been harmless.
[Okay, he does doubt that about 200%, but it's still possible... right.]
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[ Ugh. If it's not a murderous amusement park, then it's... Well, whatever the hell this place is supposed to be. It's so far beyond Ciel's Victorian sensibilities that he still hasn't quite figured that part out just yet. He sighs in an irritated way and shakes his head. ]
...At the very least, they don't seem to be attacking us, so that's well enough. Though still, it's ridiculous to think that something with that sort of look would be benign.
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Benign, no, but under someone's control— someone who doesn't want to harm us, ideally— [He shrugs; when you work with terrible hellmonsters, what's one more.] It's possible. But I don't think inquiries about it will come to anything, if only a few of us can see it.
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So we can only hope.
[ He turns towards Reim, then offers a hand to shake. ]
Earl Ciel Phantomhive, by the way.
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Reim is mildly surprised by the offered hand coupled with the title, but since it would be more improper to refuse, he shakes it. The trouble with being a servant but still technically having social status...??]
Reim Lunettes. It's good to meet you, Earl Phantomhive. [He sure isn't bothered at all by adopting deferential behavior to a literal child, at least.] Pardon me, but I'm not familiar with that household.
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Quite alright. That is... common, admittedly.
[ Ciel sighs as he shakes his head, since he's reminded of the fact that Oz failed to mention being a nobleman for more than a week. He underestimates Oz being Oz still... ]
I met a Duke Vessalius, for example, and similarly, I have never heard of the household. That is the problem of different worlds, as mad as it sounds to say so.
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More importantly,] I've found that much is easier accepted than thought about too hard for the time being. [until he can read all about it, that is] But do you mean Master Oz, by any chance? He must be making fast friends.
[JUST ASSUMING... because he's met Oz and that's how these things work.]
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[ His expression falls in a long-suffering, tired sort of way that Reim should recognize, since it's remarkably similar to the face that Reim wears when Break is around. Except, you know, Ciel has only known Oz like a week and a half as compared to a decade, but still. ]
He is a— [ He pauses, awkwardly, since he doesn't want to say it, but... After the events of that stupid park, he has to. ] He is a friend of mine, I suppose. We met before coming here.
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But there, the logic snags.]
Before... coming to the party?
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Hmm, not quite. It was a situation a bit similar to this, where many people were pulled together, but the overall purpose was different.
[ It's vague, but there's no nice way to explain Dreamland, so he shrugs. ]
I would not wish to speak more than Oz would like, so I would recommend you ask him about it.
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It could be possible. Given that nothing else about the Abyss makes sense.]
I see... I had no idea. [And that's that! He's more likely to not ask Oz a thing unless he starts getting all tragic again, but hey - maybe that will never happen, like other miracles.]
Then coming here with a friend in tow is fortunate, isn't it?
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[ Which he says quite reluctantly, but hey, at least he's not Break who may literally be allergic to the word friend. But it is close. This subject also now sucks, so he's going to change it!! ]
Er, pardon the question, but since you know him... Is he always so... [ how to put this ] energetic?
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Ah— more often than not, yes. [Casually skirting the "everyone I know is depressed" issue.] It's... admirable, you know.
[He waves a hand, like, youths. Ciel is clearly an old man like himself, he can already tell.]
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It is quite remarkable, in the very least. His optimism was either incredibly heroic or incredibly stupid. I am still undecided as to which.
[ It's both. ]
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His heart is in the right place. Not many people can stay so upbeat, even in day to day activities...
[yeah it is both though]
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Well, that much I can be glad for. I was always unsure if it was a real trait of his, since it's so extreme, honestly.
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Even if Oz tripped him that one time and his chin was bruised for like a week from smacking into the floor never mind that.]
It is, rather... He and his friends are all very lively. [a beat; his friends who are not little old man] From our world, of course. Though I've often suspected he could befriend anyone if given the time.
[unnatural]
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I imagine that you're right. He managed to befriend nearly all of the people where we were at before, so it would at least not surprise me.
[ He shrugs. ]
He told me about some of them. Mostly a man named Gilbert, actually.
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Oh, that isn't surprising. They're quite close— Master Gilbert is quite the upstanding young man, himself.
[things Reim really believes]
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Ah, it seemed so. He serves Oz, doesn't he? I believe he mentioned something about that.
[ Which is also why his expression falls, since Ciel doesn't exactly trust servants, but that's because the one he has to deal with the most is Sebastian, so can you blame him... ]
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He does, but I wouldn't call it a traditional arrangement between master and servant... They act very much like ordinary friends.
[At least when Reim is around they sort of seem like regular people. He sleeps through the crazy stuff...]
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[ Ciel shrugs, since Oz treating a servant like anyone else pretty much fits with his personality, but— ]
How terribly strange. I can hardly imagine such a thing, since my servants are good people that I hand selected, but they're hardly friends. [ He makes a thoughtful noise. ] He is the worst Duke I have ever met.
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