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CERESCON Y2NEVERGONNAGIVEYOUUP.


Welcome, new arrivals and already dedicated residents, to CERESCON. This three-day extravaganza is taking place at a convention center just a few blocks away from where new arrivals will view their powerpoint presentation (...has that always been there?!) and if you're worried about the entrance fee, don't be - your badges are already paid for and you don't even need to show ID in order to obtain the badge (they already know who you are). Note this is not the actual company of CERES this time; it seems to be a completely volunteer-run affair by the native population of the colony.

If the current music on repeat is any indication as you spend your time waiting in line for your badge, it seems there is a very strong need to demonstrate that you all are important. And are never...uh, alone. Sorry about Santa, kind of.

Also, please don't step out of line, you'll lose your place and have to go to the back of the line. Getting your badge once you get in line is no longer an option, with volunteer speedy robots half the size of an average adult (or maybe your size if you're in the four foot range) more than happy to pick you up over their heads and scooter you to your appropriate place in the line, including making you get to the back of it if you managed to step out too far. They insist you accept their apologies and show of good will.

Get this Party Started

Once characters reach registration, in addition to the badge they will receive a goodie bag with a map of the convention center, a schedule of events, a CERESCON T-shirt, and one (1) absolutely useless trinket from home. (NSFW) Furthermore, for your pleasure, one of the many models sponsored by Cerealia top (and only) producer of "adult merchandise" has been included (NSFW!!).

Enjoy your weekend filled with colorful cosplay, questionable merchandise, bizarre panels, gaming rooms and extremely overpriced food!

If you're bringing weapons, you'll be forced into the line of inspection to be peace bonded. If you are a weapon (swords, yes, especially you...) you will be peace bonded. Violation of personal privacy/space complaints will not be acknowledged for peace-bonding, as it is a necessary requirement for the safety and fun of everyone. Don't let your peace-bonding fall off, either, or you will be dragged back kicking and screaming (with your weapon or just you if you are the weapon) into the line. If you are bringing along an animal or robot or other companion (ex: if Hiccup brings Toothless), they need to be peace-bonded, too. The difference is the staff seems to treat them with much more care than you and your weapons. Huh.

Lastly, if a character decides to make things not fun in any way—for themselves or otherwise—they will find themselves with a single special security member appearing out of nowhere to properly show them why they should be having that fun. He will show up at any time, anywhere. This includes the bathroom if you feel the need to be negative in the bathroom about things. Each time he has to show up, the situation will be more severe in warning. If you need to be approached more than a very generous five times, the sixth time will invoke you being removed from the con rather violently, badge taken from you and you lifted by the crowd control volunteers to get back in line and START ALL OVER AGAIN.

//SCENARIOS.EXE
PROMPT I
[ 00:00 ] COSPLAY IS MAGIC

The convention center is crowded, and many of the congoers are most definitely getting into this. They seem to think you are, too—even if you're not in cosplay, they sure are under the impression that you are (you know, as yourself)! Don't be surprised if you get stopped for pictures by overly enthusiastic colony natives. ...also don't be surprised if strangers dressed as people you know from home jump in on these pictures. They're all too willing and eager to talk about how hard they worked on their costumes, and how excited to see other fans they are. Heck, some of them might even be cosplaying you! Hopefully you don't get a highlander waxing poetic about how they would have chosen a better wig to suit your hairstyle than what you have or that your scar is on the wrong eye or how that material you chose for your vest is kind of tacky.

Also, don't correct them about any facts they have wrong about you (or your world), if they start talking to you about it. Some will be very insistent they know what they are doing as a dedicated fan and cosplayer. (maybe you just didn't study your reference book hard enough before arriving like they did.)

It's a fierce world out there of competitiveness. (some cosplayers will have done excellent jobs, and of course, others will not so great. it's up you and whoever you tag with on the types you'll meet! if you end up in the bathrooms at any point, you will find them crowded with cosplayers trying to fix wardrobe malfunctions and stalls being used as dressing rooms. Hopefully you can wait.)
PROMPT II
[ 00:00 ] HOW MUCH FOR THAT FRENCH FRY, AGAIN?

It's shaping up that there are long, loooong lines for the various panels and activities, so you'll want to get in line early if you want to be sure you get a good spot! The topics of the panels span a range of just about anything under the sun, from origami lessons to voice-acting discussions to cosplay makeup tips to the wonderful world of slash fiction. There is one panel that doesn't have much of a wait to get in—and that will be basically a rehash of the introductory powerpoint sequence, but they added some sort of flashing effects that could probably give someone a seizure. If nothing else, you'll be rewarded for your mistake of staying in that room for even ten seconds with a headache and a bit of nausea that'll require you to get a bottle of water and/or food from a vendor to make it go away. (Food from outside won't help, and the character will have nausea for the entire day of the con unless they remedy it with some over-priced convention food!). If you get hungry while waiting in line, you'll want to send someone out on a food run. Be sure to only buy from approved CERESCON vendors! Some of the restaurants from the city have set up booths (maybe your character is working at one!), but the prices are high and the portions are tiny. Don't even think about trying to smuggle in food from the outside, either. If you leave the con to save yourself some money for lunch, make sure to finish it first as bringing it back to the con will have the special security force come up to you once at the door (and stopped by a con-volunteer about the food), take it out of your hands and—

—throw it on the ground in front of you both. Maybe jump on it for good measure, while they are at it. The volunteer that had stopped you in the first place will now cheerily point you in the direction of various food stands scattered throughout the convention center. You know, as if nothing just happened there with your smuggled goods being found. You can expect jacked prices from the aggravating that you begrudgingly pay to the outlandish.
PROMPT III
[ 00:00 ] HAMSTER STYLE

All throughout the day, a large hall with a sturdy wooden floor will be hosting a wide variety of video games. There are your usual arcade games, some console games set up on floating flatscreen televisions, and five dance game consoles (strangely similar to DanceDance Revolution and ParaPara Paradise, for those who know of them from home)— show them your moves and try to be as awesome as this guy. (Games can be a parody of just about any video games out there, so use your imagination. You can even have a special booth that's trying to promote a game like Sword Hell Touken Ranbu mania that you're either into yourselves or are victim to via plurk timelines. Or, you can have visual novels to play as they try to promote those. Anything goes, even if you probably wouldn't normally find it at a convention to play.)

If your character is from a video game, even with the game being played at the con as a parody, they can find little freebie trinkets that may have them as the character on it promoting the gameplay!)

When the sun goes down, that's when the party really starts. The CERESCON Rave takes place in another area—an unimaginably big ballroom on the second floor of the convention in its West Wing. Once 9:00PM hits, even if you are doing other con activities, volunteers will start coaxing you towards the direction of the rave. The longer you resist, the more insistent they will get. Although they will eventually drag your sorry butt there, you'll be able to leave around fifteen minutes after the rave starts and go back to what you were doing. If you somehow managed not to get dragged to the rave, the efficient cleaner robots will assume you are con equipment needing to be put away and lock you in a storage closet. Maybe if you scream really loud for help, someone will eventually notice and be able to open it so you can get yourself out of the dark.

As for the ballroom itself, the large space will be transformed in a fancy display (transformer style!! they obviously must have observed mecha transformations for it in particular because it's pretty much a ripoff) into a dance floor with blacklights, colored strobe lights before the doors close and everything goes black. At the back of the room, a large theater style video will play. At around 0:35 seconds in the video, all the lights will come back on for partying. And the end of the video will have the car come busting through the screen like its paper and the hamsters will get out and guess what!@! They're your DJs for the evening. They like it when you dance with them, so make sure to at least pretend for one song. Also, upon entering you'll have been given glowsticks of all kinds, so let loose and have a blast. (If your character so desired, they could have activated the glowsticks at any time. Note that there will be npc natives in addition to player characters at the rave!).

—and, hey, wallfowers!! Why aren't you dancing?? What did you get told about fun when you entered this convention?!
PROMPT IV
[ 00:00 ] CHECK OUT WHAT I HAVE UNDER THIS COAT.

A dealer's room! That should be harmless. Lets start with how incredibly huge it is and that they have some awesome music and live entertainment while you shop(?!)

There are all sorts of thing available to buy here—everything from knockoff comics and DVDs to keychains and plushies to somewhat more reasonably priced packaged snacks to cat ears that wriggle in accordance with your brainwaves. What a great use of science, right? All of the vendors are so excited to be here, and even more excited to have you looking at their wares! But mostly they're excited for your money.

They've employed the same kind of helpful robots that had kept people in line back at badge pick-up to usher people over to their stands, and if anyone uses excuses "It's too expensive" or "I don't have enough money," when declining interest in buying something, never fear. The robot-merchants will be more than glad to strongarm another shopper into joining you and will then proceed to repeat, "SHARING IS CARING, SO SPLIT THE BILL, CHINSWAD!" over and over again until you buy something... even if you don't actually know whoever they brought over.

The far side of the room is devoted to stalls where artists are hawking their wares. If you think you see some familiar faces mixed in with the unfamiliar ones in the artwork, that's because you do—some of the natives have taken to illustrating pictures and doujinshi featuring none other than you along with your friends from home, your cross-canon CR, or even just people you haven't met yet that they think you would look cute with. These works range from fluffy to disturbingly explicit, though underage characters won't find themselves featured in anything questionable (nor will they be able to look at the material). In fact, the dealers will seem to know when the udnerage are approaching, and will hide the explicit works from view before they can even see them, including taking goods you or another may currently be looking at.

Make sure you buy something before exiting! Getting to the exit without at least one purchase will have you stopped by the volunteers at the exit making sure people are exiting without killing each other. What do you mean you didn't buy something? Get back in there, because they aren't going to let you out until you do. In fact, if you try to exit without any merchandise, you'll be expected to get two. Please and thank you for demonstrating your enthusiasm to having fun this CERESCON. (If a character buys something for another character and gives it to them, it counts as purchasing an item. volunteers just conveniently know and so does Panda-san. ) Now get out and don't come back unless you're planning to buy something the next time you're here. Have a nice day.
BONUS
[ why:o'clock ] YOU WANT TO HIT MY WHAT?

And, of course, CERES has latched onto one of the more trying convention traditions. We aren't talking about shouts of "YOU JUST LOST THE GAME" or "BUTTSCRATCHER", or anything else that has been a thing shouted pointlessly. We are talking about good ol' paddles. Yaoi paddles. Yuri paddles. And many other varieties between and outside thereof the aformentioned, too. Natives have purchased them, and are extremely enthusiastic to have heard of the ways of other worlds using these items at conventions. Don't you worry, no matter who you are, they're coming for you, and probably when you least expect it.

Since it will happen multiple times throughout the convention regardless if you've already been graced by any, characters may start to realize that background noise (is this chase music?!) will be heard to alert you of paddler presence. Unfortunately, if you can hear the music, it means you are already in their sights and locked-on for targeting. You better run before they hit you, because if they do, you'll be incurring the effect of the paddle and have some terribly strong sexual desires to act on them (so if you're hit with an uke paddle, you'll end up feeling pretty hot and bothered quite soon along with the desire to be particularly submissive with your partner).

Obviously, the paddlers will try to lead you back (as you're pretty much going to end up in some sort of semi-stunned state for the first few minutes before it isn't numb anymore and the paddle effects set on) to find the right match for you! Because, really, what these natives to seem to be really doing is trying to get some real-life doujinshi scene actions from you guys. Give your loyal fans some fanservice and make them scream.

(You didn't really think they'd hit you with a paddle without an ulterior motive, did you...)

The effects will wear off in about a half-hour or until you do at least some form of physical contact. Kissing and above will be enough to get rid of the effects, although the more explicit the intimacy is, the longer period of time before more paddlers start looking for your cute butt, again.

If running isn't your thing, you finally seem to have some options to you. You can get a paddle of your own from a stall in the dealer's room. Other paddle wielders will leave you alone while you have it, as long as you're actively chasing others down! Happy hunting. These paddles can be anything from a normal paddle that induces no effect at all except the "innocent" slapping of someone's ass with said paddle or you can get your game on and take out your feelings of humiliation on other congoers. Or use it to your advantage if you got a crush or well, when you think about the possibilities are endless. Also, if you snap a paddle on someone, the native paddlers will console you for your loss and conveniently have another one to offer you.

If you try to hit natives possessing paddles of their own, they all seem to really like it and think that means you want to play with them. It won't end in your favor. Trust us.


Cerealians really can't understand why these things have mostly been banned in other worlds. This might be the most glorious part of the weekend to them.
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//RUN.EXE
Welcome to CEREALIA's Eighth Test Drive Meme. For your convenience, we have compiled a post detailing everyone's arrival experience and a FAQ that should explain everything in more detail. Please read them thoroughly before playing. Thank you!


ailingsoul: (50)

[personal profile] ailingsoul 2015-05-10 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ isn't it supposed to be relieving to see someone that you trust completely upon entering a strange new world? instead, his heart skips a beat and his face lights up in a deep blush and he can't --- quite react fast enough to take the ears off. ]

M-- Mas... ter...
mellowyellow: (all the right moves)

masaomi kida // durarara!!

[personal profile] mellowyellow 2015-05-10 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
one.
[This ridiculous con is the first good thing that's happened to him all day. Between the chicks in skimpy cosplay outfits and the celebrity-esque attention he's been getting, he's almost ready to admit that he likes it here. He rarely feels like the main character of his own damn life lately, so the extra attention (and downright obsession) paid to his silly jokes and favorite foods leaves him cracking up, eager to join in on the fun.

Until, that is, he spots what looks like a thirty year old man in sweet, gorgeous, erotic Anri-chan's high school uniform. Thick, hairy legs, matted wig, and all. The bottle blond turns pale as he raises a shaky hand to his mouth. Is he... crying?
]

four.
[Determined to forget about his shocking encounter earlier that day, Masaomi makes his way restlessly through the vendors. He's already got a pair of orange cat ears on his head, some pink magical girl earrings (for his girlfriend Saki, he swears!), and is currently eyeing a set of Sailor Moon rip-off key chains. Because he can't buy just one sailor soldier. It doesn't work that way. They're a team! The fact that they're a team of gorgeous girls in short skirts doesn't hurt.

As he takes his time deciding just how many he can afford to get, his gazed wanders to the side, catching a crowded booth in his peripheral vision. He quickly takes note that the crowd is made up entirely of girls. Girls who peek over at him, realize he's watching them, and then turn back to each other to giggle uncontrollably. For just a second, he thinks he's hit the jackpot. Then one of the girls holds out a booklet with a drawing of himself and his friend Mikado getting hot and heavy on the cover.

Masaomi smiles wide and immediately ducks under the key chain vendor's table.
]

I will buy every single sailor scout you've got if you find someone to get me out of here alive.
frybits: (Not sure yet...)

[personal profile] frybits 2015-05-10 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Such snobby cosplayers, that was the last Naruto straw for them. Why you gotta be like that, fandoms? They frown and slowly begin migrating away, a few of them still eyeing Steven but choosing not to engage Lee again.

Steven hangs his head in relief.
]

Phew! That was...really creepy.
babermetrics: (pleased as punch spoon-fed bitch)

Kuwata Leon | Dangan Ronpa

[personal profile] babermetrics 2015-05-10 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[First things first: 0.]

[Leon doesn't get convention bullshit, but he doesn't get it in a way that he gets. He gets that he doesn't get it! It's like otaku come from a completely different world, but not literally, which makes them easier to deal with right now than the entire rest of his everything.

In fact, maybe he can a little bit understand, for the first time in his life, why some people get so obsessive over cartoon stuff that never happened. It's a lot more appealing to think about right now than mmmmost things that have happened for real recently. Do nerds always feel that way? Doesn't anything happen in their lives that's better than fiction?

That's kinda depressing.

And not really in a way he wants to be associated with, even if he's a little sympathetic to the feeling right now. What if anyone saw him here?! The point is, he's been at the back of the line for hours now, having stepped out of it half a dozen times in a vain attempt to skulk away and find something less pathetic to distract himself with than sweaty nerds dressed up like robots and shit, and damn that guy two places in front of him reeks, and holy crap that chick's skirt is . . . short . . .

He tilts his head, finally settling into place in line for the long haul. All right, maybe another hour of standing behind that skimpy cosplay ain't the worst fate in the world. This is definitely better than thinking, at least. Nerds, you're pretty chill sometimes. We cool.]



[1.]

[In fact, things start to look up (and not just upskirt) pretty much as soon as he's inside the convention center; he's on his third photo op and fifth hug from some costumed hottie in half an hour. Sure, they keep going on about his "costume," but that's just, like, the otaku slang, right? They probably call all of their clothes costumes! It's a nerd thing. And if he's getting compliments for his look, why would he go disagreeing with them? "You look just perfect!" Of course he does, man, why would he ever look any other way? "You put a lot of work into this!" Ha ha, yeah, that's accurate, glad you noticed, babe! Sooo can I get your room number?

But there comes a point in every man's life where he's had one too many hands in his hair ("It's real?!") and been bumped up against by one too many people wearing full-body gray makeup (what the hell are they even supposed to be?). Leon ducks away from the crowd to head for the john and a good mirror . . . or at least, he tries to. It's more like ducking from a crowd into another crowd. It might even be a larger crowd. There's yet another line, full of people in fraying costumes and caked makeup, and it's gotta be some psychological bullshit, but as soon as he steps into it, it's not just that he needs to fix his hair gel--he's actually gotta go. Dammit.

He's not desperate yet, but he only lasts about five minutes before he's turning to the nearest sane-looking person to whine about it.]


C'mooon, there's gotta be another one, right?! This is bullshit!


[3.]

[Well, that all worked out somehow, but you mustn't ask how, because it's spoilers for those threads.

Video games, at least, Leon actually enjoys. You can't go wrong with those--okay, you can if they're boring-ass sports games, and there's a whole section of those, which he gives a wide berth to and maybe even glares a little at. But thankfully, there's plenty else that's actually fun to waste some time with. Damn, why didn't he come up here first? Not that the girls downstairs hadn't been worth it; up here, he's not getting so much attention.

This must be remedied, on the battlefield.

So while he skirts around the Guitar Hero setup (damn, that guy's good, can't go up against him--note to self, maybe ask him if he's into starting a band later, Guitar Hero's pretty accurate to the real thing, right?) and the DDR mats (that girl right there, possible backup dancer? possible to get her room number? both?), he eventually ends up taking his spot at the controls of a particularly gory-looking FPS, the sort you can go up against someone on if they take the other gun. You know, the fun sort. There's no one immediately leaping on this great opportunity or anything, but he's not shy about waving people over, friendly and energetic despite the long day so far:]


Yooooo! Hey, man, you bored? Let's get this show on the road! This kinda thing ain't as fun solo!

[Oh, yeah. If you're checking out the merch, you might have seen these hanging around as free gifts advertising some other game . . . and it's a good thing he hasn't yet.]
Edited (I can't believe I forgot the fucking name and canon in the subject line) 2015-05-10 21:17 (UTC)
frybits: (Greater with sparkles)

[personal profile] frybits 2015-05-10 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Thinking about that possibility quickly returns his good mood.]

Ha ha, that'd be cool! I don't think you can get anything out of it, though. Unless you're in a contest somewhere. But that's okay, because you still know you got all this stuff!
purrfect_weapon: (C'est la vie)

[personal profile] purrfect_weapon 2015-05-10 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, the huntress has lost her powder und shot? Such a sad thing.

[He'll actually look like he's pouting for just a moment before simply shrugging it off and holding up his hands.]

Perhaps you should simply get to see what is you missed once your mission was complete. Heir major's plan went very well.
junebound: (13)

[personal profile] junebound 2015-05-10 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She nods, smiling. ] Alright! I can pay for your tea. [ Because at least she can afford tea.

The vendor coughs to get their attention, holding out their hand for the money. ]


junebound: (13)

[personal profile] junebound 2015-05-10 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She only giggles in response before turning towards the screen, focused.

Rika notices how he presses the pedal and does the same thing, so she ends up with a fairly decent speed once they start. She doesn't go too fast, though, so she can get used to the controls of the game. ]
belfire: (arrogance)

[personal profile] belfire 2015-05-10 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Sadly, demons have a short memory. Flexing your muscles last only for, what, a few days?

[He directed this to Pixie, who giggled a little] As if! Until the moment you look away! It's because Master's too soft. You need to kill a few. Make an example, yeah! But, uh, you know, do it cutely. Don't want you hulking out and going all gross~

Ugh.

[Too much effort. Plus, Kazuya was rather weary of it at this point. So long as the demons did as they were told on the important things, such as, leaving humans alone (which, to his knowledge, they were obeying, he hadn't heard anything about them even breathing on a human, let alone bothering them), he didn't see the point in brutalising them over minor issues like disrespect. Seemed pretty drastic. Well, maybe it was a demon thing, he didn't know...]

Care to switch with me? [He directed this to Hiro, smiling weakly] I'll be a normal human or something, and you can be a demon king...?
deontology: (VII.)

[personal profile] deontology 2015-05-10 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[This is just...awkward for everyone involved... except that Sousei looks less awkward and more bemused, which probably just makes it even more awkward on poor Soramaru's end. Such is the life of a protag.]

... [okay. he's...not going to bring it up, though his eyes do definitely flick up to those cat ears, undeniably taking them in.

Ahem.]


Do you remember anything of your last time here? [last...two times... he's learning fast, really.]
sandstorm: (pic#9090763)

i

[personal profile] sandstorm 2015-05-10 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Aren't you always?

[ says this cowboy, rather amusedly as he leans against the wall. Even someone of his lineage couldn't hide how green he was. ]
singinghuntress: (chatty smile)

[personal profile] singinghuntress 2015-05-10 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Did it? Vell, it is good to know my sacrifice vas not in vane at least.

[Did she know what happened? Parts. Just.. not the entire thing, not that it mattered anymore.]

But.. zhat vas two years ago for me. Zhere is a lot I could tell you az vell.

[She grinned a little and started to walk, trusting Schrodinger woulf follow.]

Zo how about ve trade stories~?
singinghuntress: (bloody smile)

[personal profile] singinghuntress 2015-05-10 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[They~? Rip regarded her a little closer before answering.]

I did, once upon a time. It vas a very fun ride zhat allowed me to redecorate a nice little naval ship. Vhy does it matter to a little blonde pretender?
actlouder: (I never meant to do those things)

[personal profile] actlouder 2015-05-10 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Once they left he was pushing Mutsu away from him, face twisted in disgust for various reasons. At least they left and left the other sword with him. This entire 'con' was getting to him, and now he was saving people like Mutsu of all beings. ]

Already causing trouble and messing things up, I see.

[ He didn't even notice when his hand moved to rest on the hilt of is sword. It wasn't going to do any good even if he drew it due to being peacebonded. Nagasone had no desire to end up back in that place. Yet, he couldn't tell him to get lost. He needed him in order to find the others or even find out what's going on here. If anyone was going to know more about things like this, it was going to be the sword of that man. ]

Did you run into anyone else? [ And in focusing on Mutsu, he's completely forgotten about the estranged crowd around them taking pictures of their interactions. ]
babermetrics: (cheap and cheerful)

III

[personal profile] babermetrics 2015-05-10 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hey, you don't make bank playing ball if you can't catch like a pro. Leon doesn't even think about it (because to be honest, he never got much of anywhere doing that either); when he sees some dude tossing him a glowstick out of the corner of his eye, he just lifts his right hand in one smooth elegant gesture and catches it, two inches from his own face. Shit yeah. Still got it.

Once it's in his hand, he lifts it in the air and waves it as he turns to the dude who tossed it to him, like a greeting, or maybe just like a raver.]


Ha ha, thanks!

[Then he gets a good look at the guy.

And then he snorts incredulously.]


Oh man, what the hell? Could you look any more outta place?
swordsitter: (can you hear a voice?)

[personal profile] swordsitter 2015-05-10 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he tries. he tries so hard to understand their view of things. it's why he doesn't protest when they call him 'master', and it's why he tries to show them that he needs them and wants them. but things like dying for him..? no, he fundamentally can't understand that, and that has less to do with being human than the fact that haru's spent his entire life considering himself essentially worthless beyond what he can do for other people.

still, he simply nods at the instruction, carefully wrapping the bandages back around his hands again. ]
I will. .. I got lucky, honestly. I didn't realize that healers were a.. thing here, but Mutsu-kun knew one. [ it could've been so much worse-- he could've had to wait for them to heal the old-fashioned way. ]
idolater: (venus ♀ goddess of love)

[personal profile] idolater 2015-05-10 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[aha! Venus got back to the previous page. now she is searching for the item. if this is like the original Sailor V game, the item should be hidden in a rock]

It should be Sailor V here, not some weird alien cyborg imposter! Maybe if she was in the game, people would play it more.
actlouder: (There's many thing I wish I didn't do)

[personal profile] actlouder 2015-05-10 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It was an honor that he never thought would make him feel so good. Being called the embodiment of that man's will was an honor. That a fake like him could carry that weight made things just a bit brighter.

Right, they were still surrounded. That squeal brought him back to the reality of their situation, but thankfully a .. pig? Was their savior. Nagasone took the opportunity that presented itself and began to help Souji start to push through the people. Given he was bigger and somewhat stronger that the smaller captain. ]


That's your pig? Good timing on his part. [ He didn't look down, continuing to push through people and help clear a path until they were free of the circle. ] Does he always get in so much trouble?
twomeals: ([oh] 31)

[personal profile] twomeals 2015-05-10 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Wouldn't you want one though? Unless you want to share, maybe. [Poking gently at the new ears on his head...too bad he can't see them very well, up there.]

Do they really make waves? I wonder how that works? I don't think there's any water in there.
swordsitter: (watch all the storms rising)

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[personal profile] swordsitter 2015-05-10 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ one of the good things about jirou in a crowded hall like this is that jirou is head and shoulders above most people, which.. makes him really, really easy to spot. it means that haru finds him easily when he somehow winds up in the dealer's room surrounded by people squealing over merchandise of their favourite 'characters'. a little scandalized by some of the things he's seen so far, he's quick to cross the room toward him.. but then pauses a few feet away when he realizes what jirou's looking through.

.. um.

squaring his shoulders, he takes a breath, then closes the distance in a few strides. just.. don't look at those books, haru. just don't look. it'll be fine. ]


Jirou-san? [ now the real question is this: just how drunk is the oodachi right now..? ]
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[personal profile] babermetrics 2015-05-10 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Leon's own mood . . . actually, it could be way worse, and it was about two minutes ago, because he's finally managed to get in and out of the bathroom after 45 minutes in line for it. No man deserves 45 minutes in line when they've gotta go.

So while he's lingering-grumpy, maybe not quite over that complete violation of human rights yet, he's relieved enough to finally be free that, sure, he feels up to talking to a dude who looks down and out, rather than just brushing past him for less crowded pastures. It's not like he's got anywhere in mind to go right now, anyway. Who knows how to participate in fandom shit? Not this dude.

He wanders over, hands in his pockets, and tchs sympathetically.]


You basically look how I feel right now, dude.
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[personal profile] luckybreaks 2015-05-10 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Naegi's noticed the merchandise featuring his friends. He may or may not be kind of considering buying a keychain or two - it's not like he uses his credits for much beyond groceries anyway, now that he's sort of gotten himself more clothes (almost universally jeans and hoodies and t-shirts, honestly) and while it's incredibly weird it's nice just to have little mementos. Like the class photos he's framed and displayed around his apartment. He'd come to the convention mostly out of curiosity and a dutiful sense of investigation, although it's all a bit much and he tries to hang out in the more low-key areas. He's certainly avoided most of the game demos - save for watching them - although when he hears a familiar voice, he snaps to attention.

Leon's probably calling out to someone else, but it's impossible not to recognize the voice of a classmate, for Naegi. That's definitely Kuwata - and at least it's not the worst shock in the world, since he knows that classmates he'd never expected to see again could show up, even if it hadn't happened to him yet, but all the same...

It's a pretty big shock. That's not going to stop Naegi from beelining towards Kuwata, though, apologizing as he goes and not quite able to bring himself to shove. ]


Kuwata-kun!
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[personal profile] twomeals 2015-05-10 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
--Eh?

[...wait what just happened, why is takeda hitting takeda now....is this turning into a takedafight???]

Ah! Hey, what are you doing? He didn't do anything for you to hit him for!

[Running to stand in between them! With his total lack of fight skills. Or stamina. He can do this!!!]
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[personal profile] babermetrics 2015-05-10 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's a cute girl, that's who she is, and she's talking to him because she's maybe not a total social failure like over half the people here. Awesome. Coming over to scope out the DDR mats was a killer idea that Leon is already thanking himself for.

She looks a little too good at this, like, there's a very real chance she's going to kick his ass, and that's gonna suck, but--what the hell, since when does he say no to an invite like that? He beams and lifts his hand in a cheery wave, giving her a quick once-over to try and get an idea of how old she is. Safe to hit on, or weird? Hmmm.]


Yeah, you got it! I ain't gonna go easy on you, juuust so you know! Not that it looks like I'd need to . . . you're totally killin' it!
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[personal profile] fairbrook 2015-05-10 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, she remembers. She also recalls how her vampire tortured and killed her, but keeps this thought to herself.]

Oh? How am I to know you're not the impersonator between the two of us? Last I heard of a Miss van Winkle was of her death.

[Don't mention the war Alucard.]