//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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[ His words come out awkwardly flat, slung low in his throat, and in his haste Aoba diverts his gaze to plant squarely on Clear's back, because apparently Seragaki doesn't understand the meaning of plain nuances, on top of everything else.
At Clear's rejoinder, he promptly comes to a standstill, blinking up at the gas mask with some level of bewilderment. ]
Koujaku's here too? Did you talk to him? Does he know what's going on?
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Mm, yes! I ran into him when a scary hologram guy was pretending to attack people with a dangerous looking weapon! I jumped at the man to stop him - [ He motions, sweeping forward to wrap his arms Aoba's middle as though to take him down; however, his hold is very soft, and he rights himself just a moment after to address the other at eye-level again. (He doesn't let go of his waist, though. Sly.) ] - but when I did, he just disappeared! And it just so happened that he was attacking Koujaku-san!
[ One hand taps at the mouthpiece of his mask then, as he voices a thoughtful 'uhm'! ]
We didn't talk very long, though! He said that he was trying to find someone that looked like me, and wouldn't let me help him.
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Sorry, Clear. Gotta' be more subtle (or suave) on the upswing or he won't be getting any of the aobooty anytime soon. ]
Weird. Koujaku doesn't do things for no reason, though. He must've been really shocked to see you. I know I was.
[ A mulling pause, and then: ]
Do you mind if I sit this fortune-telling session out? I don't want to hold you up, though, so go on ahead without me? I want to try finding the person he's searching for — if they look like you, I shouldn't have any problem picking them out from a crowd. To tell you the truth, I'm not surprised he'd turn down help. Knowing that idiot, he's probably gotten himself side-tracked picking up girls at this mixer.
Sorry, Clear. I'll definitely get back to you once I scope this place out, so ... is it okay?