//SCENARIOS.EXE
PHASE I [ 20 00 ]
The evening begins promptly at 8:00 PM. There will be crowds gathered, lining up to get in. Everyone will be allowed, children, adults, the living and flesh-filled, the robotic, and the undead. The music will be thumping as far as the sidewalks outside, and the first thing everyone will notice would be bowls of candy everywhere as far as the eyes can see. They'll be sitting on top of the tables in all their innocent glory. For the most part, they are harmless.
But not the candy corn. Never the candy corn. Within it is a secret chemical that causes those who consume it to exhibit attraction to the nearest object/person to them, whether it be inanimate or otherwise. They will feel compelled to be close, to kiss and touch whatever is around them, though the effects only last an hour or so. Consider it a low-leveled aphrodisiac of sorts.
PHASE II [ 2122 ]
You're dancing. You're moving to the music. Or you're clinging to the walls and wondering why you're even here to begin with. That's when the holograms start playing around with you. The image flickers frequently until a face appears. You can swear it's talking to you beneath the music.
'We need you. We want you. Join us. Come to the back room. Number 005.'
The closer you get to the hologram screens, the louder the voice becomes until it disappears completely, leaving you to question how real it was.
PHASE III [ 2217 ]
For those brave enough, you go into Backroom #005. What awaits you there is a room full of masked and costumed figures. You don't know if they are human or not, but they watch you eagerly, inviting you to join their private party. Unfortunately, if you chose the backroom, you chose wrong. You chose very wrong. The door is going to be slammed shut and locked, and all the figures will then pull off their masks and reveal faces familiar to yourself. Faces from your world. They'll ask you accusingly why you haven't saved them yet. What's taking you so long. Did you forget them?
Their eyes will glow as they crowd in on you, yelling and growing more caustic until the lights flicker. When you can see clearly again, the entire room will be empty save for a single glass of wine sitting on the table. You'll be sure someone was inside just a moment ago. You were definitely talking to someone. You can't be going crazy, right?
PHASE IV [ 2345 ]
Fifteen minutes to midnight. The music is getting louder and more intense. You've been eating candy or drinking all night (or avoiding food entirely if you're wise enough). Yet the music lures you in with its haunting tone, and you spot in the middle, a masked figure dancing more hypnotically than the rest. He's waving his chainsaw around as he puts out his lethal dance moves, and you are being drawn by the music into a violent dance off. You can fight the feeling, you can try and run. Unfortunately, none of the other natives and robots see the masked man but you. Only outsiders can see him, and the closer you get, the more you reach out to touch him-
you discover he's only a hologram like any other. Your fingers move through his shape, and distort it, but you're still so sure it's real.
BONUS [ whyo'clock ]
One of the back rooms has a beautiful fortune teller by the name of Aria. She will be seated inside, welcoming individuals or groups of people to give them their fortunes, and she will be giving them bizarrely specific and intimate details about their life from their underwear preference to how many partners they've slept with and how many moles they have on their ass. Prepare for awkward embarrassment. Ah, but what does the future hold in store? She'll smile when asked, and then her face will fall apart until a drill protrudes from the center to try and stab through your face. If your reflexes are fast enough, you can dodge it. If you're too slow, prepare for a hospital visit to the CERES Medical Facility.
Once that ordeal is over with, her face will reconstruct itself back to normal, and she will smile and say your future looks very bright in CERES.
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phase i
But looking at Sheba now and seeing it, he's just concerned. The more people that show up from that place, the more anxious it makes Ciel. He has to ask himself why, but more importantly than that, he thinks this really is a continuation. It had been too hopeful. He knew it. And that filled him with fear, more than anything. He was worried about what this might mean, and he's even more anxious that it's Sheba that's shown up this time, since his opinion of her had dropped considerably in the final few days.
Yet despite that, once she starts asking people to pinch her, Ciel decides to speak up. He's a wallflower, but he's still more at home in a setting like this than anywhere else, so his Victorian clothes look perfectly in place, and his mask already has one eye obscured to avoid something silly like wearing the eyepatch over it. ]
It's real.
[ Which is... all he says. He figures she'll react to him enough to make up for his own brevity. ]
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[If she recognizes his voice, it doesn't sound as if she's at all bothered by it. By the time she turn to look in his direction, there is nothing in her expression to suggest that she recognizes him, either; it's mostly just somewhat put out that the "easy" way out - waking up - isn't feasible.
Just to be safe, she gives her own arm a quick pinch, but makes a face when that proves utterly useless.]
I guess that person's in for an unpleasant surprise when they realize what they've been up to. [She nods in the direction of the tablecloth and its star-crossed lover. Forever separated by the fact that the cloth is an inanimate object.] I bet they'll feel pretty dumb.
[By all rights she should recognize him since she does have that scar, but there's nothing in her behavior to suggest that she does. A Mystery...]
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Do you know who I am?
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From that question, I'm guessing you think that I should.
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[ He responds evenly and flatly, but then seems like he's bored of the conversation. Ciel pulls on the brim of his hat as if to pull it more snugly onto his head, and then turns to leave. ]
Nevermind, in that case. Enjoy the party.
[ he's seriously just going to walk away and leave... bye sheba... ]
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...hey!
[She doesn't exactly look happy.]
You can't just say something cryptic like that and walk away! That's so rude!
[And grabbing at someone... isn't...?]
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Unhand me.
[ He says that much in a cold, commanding voice, and even though Sheba is probably taller than he is, it still seems like he's looking down at her. Didn't you miss this, Sheba... Are you sure you want to subject yourself to this... ]
It's none of your business, so leave me be.
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It is too my business. If you know me, there might be others here who do too.
[She folds her arms over her chest.]
I don't want to be caught by surprise by any of them. So if you're going to say something as cryptic as that, at least have the decency to explain yourself.
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[ Ciel puts a hand on his hip, and he looks at her like he's considering it. But this is Ciel. So his answer is a simple, resounding: ]
No.
[ But now he's free, so he's just going to continue walking away. ]
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But Sheba isn't laughing, because she's a shithead. So she huffs, rolls her eyes, and turns away herself, shooting a parting sentence over her shoulder before he's out of earshot -]
So that's the type of person Earl Ciel Phantomhive really is, huh... how unimpressive.
[Fine, then. She'll just go off and
laugh at people who keep eating the candy corn and want to make out with chairsenjoy the party.]