//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 iii right u.u
What is with this day and drills nearly stabbing her in the face and people nearly stabbing her?!
Kaoru takes a step back, holding up her bokken in both hands, a frown on her face.]
Stop!! I don't want to hurt you so just calm down!
lakjsd yes sob u.u
When Kaoru speaks, though, that at least snaps Katsushiro out of his stupour. He blinks, sense dawning on him again, as he points his sword away. He still doesn't look entirely in touch with the real world, but he's at least coherent enough to frown slightly.]
... What are you doing here?
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I was having a look around when I found you. Are you alright?
[She certainly hadn't hurt him but something had.]
I want to help you.
no subject
He stares at her for a few moments, before slowly shaking his head.]
... There's nothing to help.
[The only wounds here aren't physical.]
no subject
Hmm. Well then lets start with introductions? If that's alright with you.
[It could keep his mind busy, at the very least, by talking to him casually.]
I'm Kaoru. I don't know what happened, but I really do want to help.... if you don't want to talk about it that's alright too.
[He was a bit older, but somehow he still reminded her of Yahiko when they had first met, though any young boy could easily bring out that maternal instinct in her. He had this air about him, as if he had gnarled thorns wrapped all up inside him. He needed to just take a breath and work the problem out for himself one step at a time, she thinks.]
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Even if he has no interest in romance (not anymore, at least), that hasn't quite changed.
He sheathes his sword, though, trying to be at least a little at ease. It feels rude to be so wary when the girl is doing her best to be friendly.]
... Okamoto Katsushiro. [...] Your concern is appreciated, but this is something I have to deal with on my own.
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Are you sure? At the very least you should be careful not to accidentally attack someone again.