//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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It also makes her a little bit angry but there's no one to rant to at the moment so she'll settle for glancing about.
Then when she notices that very specific shade of red hair in the crowd, she feels her heart get stuck in her throat for a moment. No, it couldn't be. She'd been questioning how the people here picked who from their worlds but this is the actual first moment where she considers thanking the people in charge (though the thought is immediately banished when she just reminds herself how incompetent they are).
So she's picking up the hem of her dress as she rushes toward his figure now and doesn't really hesitate to call out to him.]
Asch!!
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Lifting his mask to get a better look at her, Asch confirms that it is indeed his childhood friend rushing towards him, and a mix of emotions stop him from saying much else. He'd failed to keep his promise to her, for one. Seeing her when the last thing he'd expected to see in the world was the last soldier he'd felled brings up some feelings he'd hadn't expected to deal with. It's almost like death had been an underhanded blessing in that he'd never have to answer for that last betrayal.
But of course, this is all Asch is thinking about just before the relief hits that Natalia is safe even when their world was ruined, and even if it's just her, Asch has something to count his blessings for. ]
Natalia, you--
[ He takes the mask off entirely, and while he doesn't do anything necessarily sweet like opening his arms to her, or stepping forward, the expression on his face of relief and a touch of gratitude is about as welcome as Asch can make himself right now. ]
You made it here--?
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She's never been one to initiate touch but her hand balls up at her side, restraining the urge to reach for his hand or throw her arms around him in a hug. Goodness, she's glad to see him.]
I did....
[She manages a bit of a laugh.] If anything, you're rather late, I'd say. Perhaps I get to be ahead of the curve for once?
[Instead of trying to chase him all across the world, wondering what he knows and what he's not telling her.]
oh my god i didn't see the notif I'M SO SORRY
[ Asch, you could be more warm and welcoming to the only person you would like to see post-death. Give him time, Natalia. Lots and lots of it, because he's going to need it. He wouldn't throw her off if she hugged him, some things were truly sombering and heartwarming and none moreso than meeting someone you were sure you'd only meet in the afterlife. Asch doesn't know how to deal. Positive emotions like the kind unlikely reunions bring are a first in his book.
On the inside, he's edging towards a conversation about the logistics of the place, because that's comfortable and distant, but he shoves aside the warning inside and steps closer to her. He's not quite looming, but it's a bit more personal than he's used to being. ]
In due time, I'd like to know more, but I won't... press for it. Not yet. I've got enough of an idea, I think.
[ He doesn't know of any kind gestures to offer her that won't feel too off for him to do, but at the very least, he offers his hand to her. It's steps and steps above what he is at all used to doing. ]
I'd like to know what happened after I died.