//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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Marcie tucks her pen-light back into her coat and turns around to follow him. The horrid screech of metal that comes before the trampling of packages makes her cringe and sends a shiver down her spine. It's so inhuman yet, it seeks them out like any other living being. All of it feels far too familiar as a reminder of a wound that hasn't even had the chance to stop bleeding. ]
Well— [ She raises her voice so he can hear her. ] —I guess that solves that mystery. It may as well just be here to slowly break down our patience as a means of slow torture.
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he ponders this as he answers her, sounding oddly calm. ]
Perhaps. But I am very good at waiting.
[ stalking gives you experience with that kind of thing! ]
Maybe it just wants to be friends. [ like he'd know, right? or to sell them condoms, but same difference. ]
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I can't see why a machine like that would want to be friends unless it has something else in mind. [ She motions to the now crumpled condoms. ] Machine always have their bounds though. If we escape the perimeter of the transistor, then we'd be able to get it to stop following us.
If we're willing to go through that much effort, that is.
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still, there's nothing for it. ]
I don't mind effort.
[ but first, he's going to make it substantially more difficult for it to follow them.
he lets out a (wistful?) sigh and walks right back up to the machine, before picking the whole thing up and smashing it onto the ground with a metallic crunch. sparks fly. condoms flutter. it'd be little pathetic, if not for the high-pitched screeching alarm now sounding through the air.
russia sighs again. he stomps his boot down into the machine's innards, and the alarm cuts off abruptly.
well, that's done. and now for marcie's plan. ]
Ah, how loud! [ and he's still smiling as he returns to her side??? totally normal behavior. ]
We should probably leave now, да?
[ read as: before law enforcement shows up because he just obliterated city property. ]
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Still, it's somewhat intimidating and she takes a step back as it shatters on the ground. Marcie covers her face from anything that might be flying toward it and before she suggests that she try to dismantle the alarm, he crushes that too. Her hands fall back to her side in a fit of disbelief. There's nothing she can say for some time.
Suddenly this investigation has become far more interesting than she expected. ]
да. [ Her voice is flat and without an ounce of a Russian accent at all. ] Cities... like this have boroughs, right? If we figure out what borough we're in, we can probably figure out how to get out of it.
[ She looks around and spots... a billboard. ]
Well... that didn't take long.