//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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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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He must want to bridge gaps, or something similar. A little idealism is good for some people.
["good," anyway enough about Oz's backwards interpretation of the peerage...]
You must meet many Dukes.
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Frequently enough. My family has always worked closely with Her Majesty, so we attend many of the royal events as a result.
[ Though he shrugs, since he only goes to those that are absolutely required, since he hates parties. ]
...Though that is also why is the worst Duke I have ever met. They tend to be restricted to polite conversation only, since they're of higher status.
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Well— I don't suppose the two of you met at a formal gathering, if it was similar to this place. [so it makes some sense if he's weird??]
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[ Rude, Ciel. Also untrue, since Oz's responsibility is in sane areas, unlike your tiny grandpa self. ]
...But your point still stands, I admit. Without the usual formality, I suppose there's no reason to stick to it, but it's still a surprise.
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This whole place is a surprise... I've never seen so many people in one place who were so- brazen.
[He has probably been propositioned at least once and he doesn't like it!!]
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[ He half mumbles that, though, since he's already had his embarrassing experience with carnival prizes, and his face heats up a little to remember it. Why this... ]
It is lower than any slum I have ever heard of, yet dressed up to look like the finest streets in London. It's completely ridiculous.
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This is supposed to be a festival... Although I can hardly tell what the festivities themselves have to do with the moon. [...] Moons.
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Which is to say at the notion, Ciel looks up at the sky with a small frown, since, yeah, that's weird. He's just trying to not focus on how weird everything here is, but when it's point out, he can only sigh. ]
Nor can I, but I'm certain I don't want to know. [ It sounds like something Lau would throw, so he's definitely not interested. ] It seems ridiculous anyways. Our worlds were apparently destroyed, and this is our welcome?
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I suppose it is rather insensitive. It also doesn't inspire much faith in our new allies... Hopefully they know what they're doing.
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[ Ciel says bitterly, with a bitter expression. Okay, not quite that extreme, but his demeanor does turn quite chilly, though it's followed by a sigh that softens his tone. ]
Perhaps I'm too old-fashioned to understand, but to me? This just seems like kidnapping dressed up in finer clothes.
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Oh, I don't doubt that's true to some extent. But if they are trying to save themselves, and it will help us in the process... A temporary allegiance is hardly- the worst thing that could happen.
[He almost said "the end of the world," but since he hesitantly believes that part on the basis that it's the most likely thing to be true, next to all of the impossible things he's had to stare in the face so far... Too soon, to say the least.]
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[ Ciel does agree to that much petulantly, since though in a way, a secret, small part of him was happy to be here rather than home... He still has duties that he must fulfill. He doesn't exactly care about his world or even the people in it, but he's motivated forward to complete his contract, and that will have to be enough. ]
If it means returning home, then I suppose we have little choice but to go along with it. I have work that I must tend to, so this distraction isn't really welcome. [ sigh!! ] I simply can't accept the idea that it's too late to do so.
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