//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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If life is a mound of fire ants, he's the guy with a stick.
In this case, the inadvisable thing is following a creepy hologram's invitation to come to Back Room #005, which in no way sounds like something out of a horror flick or a bad porno or possibly both. He's about to saunter in, hands stuffed in the pockets of his middle school uniform, when he hears....
... ]
Was there a ghost?
[ Dude, you seem like you've seen one. ]
(ooc: can he read batter's mind like a giant creeper?)
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Unless it was witches. God damn it, witches. ]
Ihihihi, nah--! It was just an empty room in the end. You'd think with that crazy message, there'd be something in there, but it was a bust!
[ He rubs the side of his head. Come on, man, he's not even a very good liar when mind readers aren't involved. If he ever wants to get anywhere with his game with Beatrice, he might as well learn to lie like a champ. ]
You're back here to see it, right? Sorry it turned out to be nothing.
[ ooc; omg a hyobu! yes, yes, please read Battler's mind! ]
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[ He raises his eyebrows; it's an open, innocent expression, as if this story is completely convincing. Indeed, he looks pleased, as if this man had helped him avoid a bit of bother.
He inclines his head and twitches his shoulders, in a sort of unspoken "oh well, better luck next time" expression, and begins to turn away. But before he does, he asks: ]
By the way — Do you often scream at nothing?
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Ah? Yeah, I was just... I thought I saw something pop up in there, but it was really just a coat hanging on a hook. Embarrassing, right? I guess this entire place set me on edge!
[ Okay, maybe that was a little too embarrassing. He's making himself out to be a total wimp... but. If it keeps this guy from going in there. ]
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[ He reaches up and pats the poor man on the shoulder. ]
Do you need to sit down? Can I get you some water?
[ Enjoy being comforted by an apparent fifteen-year-old kid. ]
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Ah, ah, c'mon! I'm already embarrassed enough that something like that got the better of me! There's no need to be overly sympathetic about it...!
1/2
You don't want sympathy?
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[ POINTS AND LAUGHS ]
Pffffff! What a coward!
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Oi, oi, I never said it was the bravest thing I've ever done, c'mon!
no subject
[ Give him a moment. After an obnoxiously long interval, he daubs at his eyes. ]
You know, you're —
[ His new favorite toy. This party is great. ]
— really a terrible liar.
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[ Okay, maybe. No. He wasn't the best liar, and that wasn't his best lie, but like this person knew that, right? Even if he was being kind of an asshole, there was no reason to tell the truth about that room. ]
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But you know, what I can't quite figure out is.... why go to such lengths to protect somebody you've only just met?
[ This is Hyoubu being nice. And the reason for that is because on his world, people neatly slot into esper or Normal, and he can sense which slot instantly. But this fellow pings his esp as... not clearly either. ]
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I'm not protecting anyone. It's not like I'm stopping you now, am I?
[ The answer: Battler is bullheaded and stubborn but not particularly vengeful. A bigger jerk would just tell someone to wander in of their own accord, or ignore it completely, but what Battler saw in there was hard hitting in a very personal way, and if he can prevent it, he will. ]
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[ His eyes travel to the bright placard over the room, "005." ]
...plays nasty tricks on people. So I was simply trying to sort out whether it might be worth my time to dismantle this room.
Why should they have all the fun, hm?
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If you can do it, more power to you. Just for the sake of the people who'd wander into it... but you strike me as the kinda guy who wouldn't be into that.
[ Wait a minute. His actual words catch up to him, real quick. ] What do you mean by dismantling it?
1/2
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You’re right. I’m not that kind of guy. I do what I like.
[ Hanging over the middle of the crowded dance floor is an enormous chandelier, wrought from the curling horns of some creature whose provenance was outside Cerealia’s walls. It’s gold-gilt and dripping profusely with red crystals in a style that could perhaps be termed “Alien Victoriana. Hyoubu turns and looks at it, pointedly, and then snaps his fingers.
The whole, heavy monstrosity wobbles violently and crashes to the floor, on top of the dancers. Shrieks of fright and pain ring out over the loud music.
…only, not really. It was hypno. He’ll know in a moment if he fooled this fellow. ]
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He can deny 'magic', or, well, any supernatural ability, but he can't ignore when people are hurt regardless of the means taken to harm them. This place is already weird enough, maybe snapping his fingers was a signal? But Battler isn't thinking about that right now, he's just focusing on trying to help the victims.
He doesn't even have words for the other man yet, but when it becomes apparent that he can't actually help anyone, he'll have several. ]
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Well! This is what I call a party. It was getting a bit dull, don't you think?
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[ When it becomes apparent that there's nothing Battler can do for the crushed victims, he turns and charges back. Hope you don't mind him getting in your face, Hyobu, because that's exactly what he's going to do. He might even make a grab for the front of your shirt. ]
If you think I'm going to just let you get away with this, you're out of your goddamn mind! Those were innocent people!