//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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[She flashes a rather confident grin, placing her hands on her hips with a nod. Although she won't speak about "the last incident" in detail, if only because it bothers her.
Not that is shows in her expression.]
Inaba Himeko. I'd prefer it if you call me Inaba. I'm from a rather small town in Japan, so it's likely you haven't heard about it.
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I can send their contacts to your CereVice if you'd prefer. [ It's a useful device, but since it was issued by the administration here he doesn't quite trust it to hold the information that really matters.
But on to the introductions. ] A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Inaba. I have not heard of that town, but I am from the same country as you - except during the sixteenth century.
[ He says this with a slight smile, watching her reaction. ] I am Kobayakawa Takakage, former head of the Kobayakawa clan.
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[Besides, if it's some sort of spam mail, she's pretty certain that she'll be able to tell. She always checks beforehand.]
You don't have to be so formal, though. You can just drop the 'miss' altogether, unless you find it uncomfortable. [She doesn't really care about what she's called as long as it's simply not her first name.] The sixteenth century though, huh. I'm from the twenty-first century myself...
[And then she stops. There's a faint glance of surprise in her expression, but it soon fades just as quickly as it arrived.
Oh. That was unexpected. The name is definitely familiar and she's heard the lore about it in class, but. She really doesn't want to speak about the future if she can avoid it.]
Former head though? You must have done a lot of things in your time. I didn't expect to be talking to someone this important.
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Her reaction is muted, again proving to him her capability to keep a cool head. ]
Former, yes. I am no longer important, now. Please do not feel obliged to be formal. [ He is dead, after all. That part of his life is over. ] Here, I am merely a common man.
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[Even though that might seem that she's being polite, she's really, really not. When it comes to talking to Gotou, she's never responded to him like a proper teacher, considering how often he slacks off to the point where she has to help him with the work.]
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Nevertheless, he responds with a slight nod. ] Which year do you come from, by the by?
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2013. It was rather early in the year, actually.
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[ Differing timelines really are strange. ] While I am certainly not ignorant about the technology that has since developed, I must say that the devices they employ here are... perhaps unnecessarily complex.
[ And prone to malfunctioning. ]
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[She knows how strange it is see someone from the past, but it's also something that she's rather used to...though in a way, this is completely different.]
Well, I guess that would be true from someone who's several centuries behind. I'd say I'd help you out, but then I would probably end up going into tangents and get us completely nowhere. Since explaining technology would honestly take me forever since there's a lot of terminology that not a lot of people know about used in this sort of thing.
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[ Takakage shakes his head slightly. ] I lived for two years at a nexus point similar to this one, and I have learned about technology. What I am concerned about is that the level employed here is much higher than what most of us have experienced. In essence, it seems to be unhackable - for us.
Which makes it difficult in case we need to repair anything.
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[She taps her chin inquisitively mulling it over before letting out a lethargic sigh, hands on her hips as she speaks.] I see. But just because it's higher than what we've been able to experience doesn't mean that it's impossible to work with. It'll just take a little longer to get into the deeper parts of the system.
But if anything breaks, it'll be useful for me to learn about the intricacies of how the machinery works.
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True. However, getting close enough to investigate may prove to be too dangerous. The cleaning drones for the sewers rebelled a while back - unfortunately, the effort needed to incapacitate it required destroying it almost completely.
But it is something we can look into, yes.
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[Besides, learning about new technology might help her out in the near future, especially when learning more about Heartseed.]
They... rebelled? As in going haywire or becoming sentient AIs who just didn't want to do their job?
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I presume it would be the former. They abandoned their duties and began to attack passersby. The glitch was eventually fixed, but the damage had been done.
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Hm... I wonder if it really was a glitch, though. It's not unusual, but if they aren't sentient AI, it's also possible that someone from the outside hacked into the network and forced them to connect to a different server and forcibly changed the orders. If they're connected wirelessly, that shouldn't be too difficult to do.
Faking a wireless network is actually pretty easy, after all.
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[ He sighs a little before continuing. ]
There have been rumours of organizations opposing the government, but they remain as rumours for now.
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I wouldn't be surprised either way. A smart enough person should at least put up some firewalls and several lines of passwords to go through at the very least. If they left the network without something like that, then even an elementary school student would be able to take control of things.
Rumors of organizations opposing the government, huh... what is the government like here, anyway?
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This is CERES' colony, so they govern it. I am not too clear on their internal structure, it has been kept from us. Though their ministrations have been... negligent, to say the least.