//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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I'm all for making this not awkward.
Any ideas how? 'Cause, I have to say, my mind keeps going places that probably aren't going to help any.
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Yeah, now would be a good time for any villainous plots we can foil to conveniently pop up. [A shrug.] Or I can show you around the uh...less interesting parts of town. I'm guessing you just got here?
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[Although...it took a second. So caught up in the moment, the implication of that last statement almost went right over her head. If she had been moving, her feet might have come to a dramatic halt, but instead she was resigned to a more subtle eyebrow raise in question.]
Is this the part where I ask if you come here often?
[If he somehow knows enough about this place to offer the grand tour.]
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If it is, then here's the part where I say out of all the supposed safe havens from alien attacks in the multiverse, you walk into mine. Did you already get the whole Powerpoint presentation on why we're here? [Brief shudder. His inner computer nerd is crying over a world with the most advanced virtual reality system outside of actual telepathy he's ever seen still using Powerpoint.]
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I tuned in and out.
[Actually, she had clung to every word in hopes questions would be answered. She walked away with even more questions than when it started.]
They have a really bizarre definition of safe haven, for the record. My dad will probably kill us both if he ever finds out about this.
...so, about that tour?
[As if the mere thought of Death by Enraged Zatara was such a common event in her young life, it no longer phased her.]
[Either that, or she was getting her bucket list in while she still had borrowed time left.]
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[Wow. And here he'd thought this could not possibly get any more uncomfortable with the extremely persistent condom machine. Being from different points in the timeline hadn't even crossed his mind as a possibility.
Of course, he could be overreacting. As much as he likes Zatanna, he doesn't actually know her that well yet - maybe she's the type of person who reacts to trauma and tragedy by distancing herself and making jokes about it. But if that's not the case and he asks her what the last thing she remembers is now, she's definitely going to know something happened with her dad, and there's already enough to deal with right now without adding that onto the pile. Dick's not a big enough jerk to keep something like that from her forever, but telling someone her dad is Dr. Fate's new vessel right after she's been transported to a completely unknown world just doesn't seem to be the best idea.
So he'll cough awkwardly and move on, hoping she'll assume he's just horrified by the idea of Zatara finding out about any of this.]
Right, about that! [He goes ahead and starts strolling towards the exit of the festival.] This is the...well, I think you can probably guess what district this is.
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[He was right, on multiple levels. She very much was the girl who hid her sorrows. Tried to make light of tragedy with smiles and denial. Almost as she had forgotten....]
[It had been less than a day, after all. Combined with the insanity of their current predicament, and a little shell-shock was excusable. If she kept referring to Giovanni like he were still waiting for her back home, she might even manage to convince herself he wasn't gone. That Fate would see the err of his ways and give him back.]
[Except the Robin had to go and look at her like that, nearly ruining the moment by remembering, and she had to turn away to make sure he didn't notice her smile falter.]
[When she turned back a moment later, her care-free expression had returned. Fully content with the pretense of simply thinking her dad was still blissfully unaware--at least, in the sense that her state of bliss resulted from his being unaware--that she had actually ditched her previously agreed upon Halloween plans to go joy riding with Artemis, and that was the biggest thing she would have to worry about. Alien sex district (or whatever) aside.]
[Things were easier that way.]
Are all the districts this...friendly?
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Nah, it's just this one thankfully. The other districts are a lot less dis and a lot more turbing.
...except when they try to 'reward' people with stripperbots. And when they spam you with android dating ads. [Pushes his shades up his nose.] You know, I bet Red Tornado would love it here.
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That'd be one way to get the guy to loosen up a bit. Think the robot overlords here would be willing to trade him for us? Seems like a pretty fair deal to me.
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[Judging by the heavy sarcasm inflicted on the words 'war effort', he's got some doubts about why they're really here.]
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Sounds like a plan to me.
I knew there was a reason to keep you around.