//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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[ She looks down into her glass. She's not against drinking alcohol while underage — she's had a glass of champagne or two at the bigger benefits her father has attended — but this isn't something she wants to trust yet. ]
Maybe it has different laws? That'd explain why it's not that big of a deal.
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They at least should be labeling the containers for anyone who doesn't wish to drink.
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[ Her stomach is growling, but it's not like it would be any better if she ate the food that's around here. She realizes what she's just said and covers it up with an awkward fumble. ]
Um. I'm... Marcie.
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but she'll put her funnel cake down for a moment sorry about that marcie ]
Marcie? [ ... ] I am Patchouli.
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[ This is a conversation she can have without any problem. Marcie's posture is horrible as is, but that earns a small straightening of her back. Their surroundings melt away as if they never existed in the first place. ]
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[ The same cannot be said for her, unfortunately, because even now Marcie smells like hot dog water. She doesn't seem to really care though. ]
Bet you get a lotta jokes about your name, huh?
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[ irritated sigh, though not directed at Marcie specifically. ]
A few. When you walk around with a surname like 'Knowledge' it earns you a bit of staring.
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Patchouli Knowledge? I'd definitely dress up like a monster and act like a criminal for a name like that. It actually sounds really cool.
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[ .... ] In honesty, I'd never thought it was particularly stunning. [ i mean, she knows it's probably a weird name to other people. but it's always been her name. nothing unusual. ]
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[ She waves her hand in a circle then shrugs. ]
People get used to calling you one thing and never really know what your real name is until you tell them. Even then they don't bother to use it.
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I can't say 'Patchy' is any worse than that, but I understand your feelings. Honestly, how many times must I hammer it in... [ friends-only nickname you fuckers ]