//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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The backup is important. Without good backup, I'm — [literally dead, if her luck is bad enough] not worth much.
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...earnest kids and moody teenagers, making the difficult transition from being children to adults.
His expression smooths out. ]
All right. I'll be your backup.
[ He stands aside. ]
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Okay, good. Thanks. [as she's reaching out for the doorknob] I'm Annabeth, by the way.
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[ His eyes flick down and then up again. He doesn't miss a trick, and that gesture is hardly subtle. There's something to be said for a girl who brings a sword to a party. ]
I'm Major Hyoubu Kyousuke.
[ And then, with a smile: ]
Good luck.
1/2
she opens the door and walks in cautiously, leaving it open behind her. for half a second, the quiet is deep enough that all her worry seems ridiculous.
— and then the door slams shut.]
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gods, the faces: thalia, piper, jason, hazel, leo, frank, reyna, nico, percy, even her parents and the step-siblings she barely knows — horribly, even bob, damasen, people from camp and not, people she knows are dead. her mother, looking the way she had when annabeth had run into her in grand central, back when she'd told annabeth you've already failed me.
she knows it has to be a trick, and it's enough for her to draw her sword even if it ends up slipping out of her fingers as soon as they crowd her and —
then it's over, and she's left alone in an empty room with her hands shaking and eyes welling up.]
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But then it's over.
He did engage his telepathy once more, and listened to the girl's mother's words. "You've already failed me," to say that to a child. How infuriating.
He teleports himself back outside, and — after a moment — knocks on the door and opens it. ]
Everything okay in here?
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— I'm fine.
[she can only hope he has the decency to not point out her dropped sword — gods, it's humiliating — or the fact that she's clearly trying and failing not to cry. what's taking you so long? like surviving, according to the people at ceres, when they didn't was up to her?]
It's a trick. A cruel trick.
[the one pretending to be her mother hadn't hurt her with the reminder of that line, not when annabeth knows she's succeeded — the worst was percy (who'd literally fallen into tartarus with her so she wouldn't be alone in the pit, who'd —), and the second worst was so many of the rest, and she can't follow that thread of thought or she'll never be able to calm down.
she takes a deep breath]
It's a good thing you didn't come in here.
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[ God knows, he has his own share of demons. ]
Thank you.
[ He knows very well he can't say anything comforting in response to what went on here, nor the thoughts in her head, nor the sword on the floor. Hm.
This girl seems to want to be a hero, so perhaps if he can make her feel that her suffering had some purpose...
Slowly: ]
So... I wonder if we... could make sure this trick doesn't get played on anyone else?