//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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[Grateful as she was for the rescue...and much as she was willing to let him lead her away from the robot (easier than having to take him on herself in her condition--that wouldn't have ended well for anybody involved)...she wasn't completely stupid.]
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Checking if you're alright. Are you?
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[He looked so much like Terry.]
[For a fleeting moment, when she turned to stare up at him...she smiled, warmly and genuinely. She was never the kind of girl to keep dreaming about the impossible happening. To long after someone who had made it clear where they stood in life. But, just for a moment, with her mind still buzzed, she was willing to indulge in the fantasy.]
Thanks for the help. You saved that guy a major headache.
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[He smiles back a little, unsure what to feel right now. There was a part of him still angry with her, about everything that happened between them. Too many lies and deception and he knows he's a good part in it all. But he can't say he isn't glad to see her after so long, even with those uncertain feelings. He always was a sucker for a smile from a pretty woman.]
If you can tell me where in the housing district you live, I can take you back there if you wanna split. This place can be a real slag sometimes.
[Not different from the clubs in Gotham, but the synthoids trying to get too friendly always muddle the mood for him even though he likes clubbing.]
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[One word. One syllable, even. That she hadn't heard until now.]
[Twice, she blinked. Posture straightening. Slag. A familiar phrase, combined with a familiar face. Except...no, there was no way...was there?]
...Terry?
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[He shoots her a confused glance, her reaction worrisome.]
Man, you must really be on the stuff hard if you didn't recognize me.
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I don't--
I just...never thought I would see you again.
[After he had rejected her letter. Rejected her. There was no way he would come to her aid so calmly like this. Knowing who and what she was. What she was capable of.]
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Hey look, maybe we should get out of here. Go someplace that isn't crawling with creepy synthoids.
[There's a lot of complicated feelings here, but he still wants to help Melanie. They're from the same home and maybe things are weird but he won't leave her out to dry here.]
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...your place or mine?
[A faint joke. Almost instinctive, despite the fact that he had just asked where she had been staying. At this rate, she would be lucky if she could even remember where that was; she'd barely glanced around the place before heading out to explore.]
[And then she'd found the festival, and one thing had led to another, and...well...here they were.]
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[The stuff here ranges from medium to very strong and there's never a light option. If she couldn't even recognize him, he doesn't think she'll remember a building she was told about during her intro-session.]
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[She didn't want him to think she was purposely deceiving him. Again. That was the last impression she wanted to make.]
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C'mon, you can stay over with me until you sober up.
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My hero.
[She meant it. Trying to lean on him as little as possible, one step in front of the other at a time, she allowed him to continue leading her. There was no longer any hesitation. He trusted her, and she would always trust him.]
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At least one of those things he can do something about immediately.]
Feeling a little better now?
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[He doesn't drink himself, but he wouldn't ever take anything from here. Not that he blames Melanie - these CEOs who run this joint are anything but informative.]
Listen, this might sound weird, but can you remember the last thing you were doing before you came here?
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[Maybe it wasn't wine after all.]
The last thing...?
[Not so strange a question, assuming he was still trying to gauge just how drunk she was.]
I was walking home from work. [Oh, that's right. He wouldn't know...] Got a job at a restaurant. Honest pay. Hours were pretty good, and I got to bring home dinner most nights. Saved on having to cook at home after a long shift.
[Even the heat of the kitchen was nothing compared to the feeling she got knowing that she had done it. Escaped her family. Moved on. Started to make something of her life, even at minimum wage.]
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No more hanging with your family then? Last I heard they got jailed again.
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Don't know. Don't care. [Except her voice faltered a little at the later statement. She did still care. A little. About her mother. About Jack.] They haven't been a part of my life in months. I left.
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Well...that's good, right? [He at least believes her on that much, even if he's still hesitant to trust. Being burned twice over is hard on his conscious.] I don't think there are any people from Gotham who are here besides you and me. Not that I recognize.
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[She might have been leading the straight and narrow, but that didn't mean she had a lot of friends. She had her coworkers, but that was about the extent of her non-familiar relationships. Which was to say, any relationship.]
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[Or maybe they were drawn here because of their abnormal lives? He has no idea. The good news is that they finally make it to his apartment complex, where he calls a glass elevator to come down to pick them up.]
You can stay the night and tomorrow we'll find out where you're staying. Sound good?
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Promise to be on my best behavior. For real.
And...thank you.