//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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Cyrus Crautz | Original Character
[ This place is awkward and strange and weird. It reminds him of some of the redlight districts on Palma Ult to be honest. Not a place where an 18 year old teenaged solider usually visits too often. Cyrus doesn't really mind weird situations but this is a bit extreme even for him. He's not really paying attention to any of the food or the prizes for that matter. Especially the prizes, especially the prizes which get a flustered and otherwise sideways glance. It's just so out in the open...why. He stops with a pause as someone hands him a drink. Most of the time he brushes them off with his robotic left arm and that seems to do the trick. But on the one rare occasion that it doesn't he frown quite readily at the swirling clear liquid in his glass. It smells of alcohol a terribly potent concoction that someone like him would never drink in a million years. His face is scrunched up into a disgusted sneer and he takes a sip just so he can give off the air of actually drinking something.
But he'll choke right after, ugh, shit this is the worst. He hates his life sometimes. He was too antisocial for this shit, damn it. His hatred is masked readily with a stoic and otherwise unassuming facade. He just has to put up with it for a while longer, right? Parties don't last that long...right? It's funny that he can deal with fighting horrific monsters and terrible conspiracy groups but parties is just a no. ]
[ Phase 3 ]
[ Just because he has three robotic limbs does not make him in the mood to get frisky with other robots, okay? Cyrus is pulling away and jerking his arm out of the other robot's grasps as they try to grapple and drag him off to places unknown. God forbid he unwinds for a little bit, that is just unacceptable. His guarded nature is already at a 10 usually he doesn't need it to be anymore so. ]
Get your damn hands off me! [ He's totally not amused, but who would be? He just wants to go and get some sleep to process all this shit. He'll cough heavily after a few moments of struggling the aftermath of improper rest getting to him. Blood stains his hands as he shoves another robot away, which leaves blood on the clothes and metallic parts equally of the robot shoved to the side. He put up with the drinking and the obnoxious party and that's about all he can take. He is not going to get loved on by some weird bots in an equally as weird city. Nope. Unacceptable. He'll breathe heavily as he glares at the robots. ]
I said get away from me.