//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 [ 0000 ]
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 [ 0000 ] 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?!
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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.
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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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Get this Party Started
alois trancy | kuroshitsuji ii
[It's a small mercy that Alois has not run into too many cosplayers of people he knows. Too many, because he's seen a grand total of maybe 3 people dressed up like his Very Important Butler, but a suit and glasses is so painfully generic and the body types so very different (read: short people), he hasn't gone ballistic yet. At one point he nearly knocks down a crowd of people trying to get through them to grab at the sleeve of someone who does look a lot like Claude from behind, but yet again he's met with a convention guest boggling at him and asking if he wants a picture.
He nearly spits in the stranger's face when he says no, for god's sake, he doesn't want a damn picture! And with a shove that is too rough to be excused as crowd jostling, he turns on his heel to stomp away.
Then it happens. The moment. As he looks up from his grumbling and cursing, he sees another one of these ridiculous costumed people--
... dressed like himself. They make eye contact, and the stranger (he determines after a brief moment that it's a girl, even) beelines toward him, gleefully saying something about his outfit. Something in Alois snaps.
It's only a few minutes later that he's hauled off of the cosplaying girl by a security guard, wig clutched in his fist, shouting something very untoward at her-- and this time, he does punctuate it all with spitting down on her.
When he's released, he looks right at any unfortunate audience he may have amassed by causing a scene.] Do you want to be next? You can hold that sloppy bitch's wig for me while I put my foot up your arse!
[good times here with alois trancy...]
II. fat and selfish
[When he's really done making a scene (for now), Alois marches right into the powerpoint panel solely because no one else seems to be doing that, and he's quite well fed up with looking at other people being happy about this bizarre circus. This decision ends with him slouching out looking pale and miserable, and he'll wander around like that for a while.
... At least, until a bit later, when he can be found with a veritable pile of overpriced con snacks & drinks. The mystery of how he got the credits to buy all of this will stay that way for a while yet, but he'll just be sitting calmly with his pile o' snacks, looking better. But not any less grumpy.
And if someone else looks worse for wear or just straight up asks for something, given he has more than a single boy needs, he'll give them a positively saccharine grin in return.]
What will you do for it?
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[Hit me with your best shot... Maybe Alois is more pleasant just loitering somewhere, or standing in a bathroom line threatening to piss in the sink, WHO KNOWS. Alternatively, find him at earlier points in the above prompts, I am flexible.]
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He bolts.
He runs like he has never run before, because even if there's not an athletic bone in his body, he has enough of a terrible sense of foreboding about what the hell these people were doing that he briefly becomes superhuman. It leads him out to a courtyard before he loses his yaoi brigade (gross), only to come to a stop somewhat near to Alois. He's breathing hard, since super lungs wasn't a part of his newfound ability, and he chokes out a sound of disdain before he complains to no one in particular: ]
What in the hell is wrong with these people...
[ little does he know ]
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It doesn't really matter, as both are terrible in their own way. What matters is this: he's here, and suddenly someone else bursts onto the scene all in a huff.
At first Alois just stares sidelong at him, because he looks like Ciel Phantomhive, but so do half a dozen screeching nobodies here today. But voices are harder to mimic, and lo! Even the surly, no-fun attitude to match.
He grins. It is terrible.]
I've never seen someone so very small move so very fast. I hope you haven't led anyone out here, carrying on like that!
[alois doesn't carry on ever]
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Though regardless, the reaction itself isn't the one that should be expected from Ciel. There's certainly no recognition when he looks up at Alois, and eventually, the most that Ciel would draw is that they have a similar style of clothing, which he would also attribute to a rude person trying to emulate his (or someone else's) style. It's a mockery, and he won't stand for it! ]
No, I didn't.
[ ...Or maybe he will. It's a bit hard to object when there's a horde of people chasing you with yaoi paddles. There is only fear. ]
The wretched things got distracted by someone else, thank you.
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It's almost offensive to get nothing at all. The group of screaming infants chasing Ciel around becomes much less interesting in the face of this awful new development. Alois raises an eyebrow and looks him up and down blatantly, maybe to size him up for brain damage...]
To think I missed the whole thing! [oh, woe] Did they hit you and knock your brain around? Ciel?
[Seriously at least look a little pissed he's here, it's the polite thing to do.]
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(He's not wrong.) ]
Why does... [ But he breaks off that thought with a huff, looking up (and how offensive that he has to look up towards someone who looks his own age) to Alois with a weary frown. ] Nevermind. I don't rightly care why you know my name. I'm not taking a picture with you.
[ the con life is hard ]
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[Alois blinks, then laughs- the sort of sputtering laugh that happens when someone is offended to the point where it just becomes comical, in a terribly bitter way. He knows Ciel is a dirty little cheater, but this reaction seems too genuine to be pulling one over on him for the hell of it.
Truly, someone has loosed Ciel's brain from its stem, maybe he has internal bleeding. Alois wouldn't even mind, if he'd allowed it in the first place!!]
You've forgotten me? How cruel. And after I invited you to play. ["play"... And just as quickly as his good (?) mood came, his expression drops to one of bored distaste. He could prove his identity's validity, orrr he could just bitch about it.]
You could do without lumping me in with those shrieking imbeciles, though. Losing your memory is bad enough!
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What on earth are you talking about? I've certainly never "played" with you.
[ That disdain is clear in his voice as well, since Ciel is a rude little shit, and he's too taken aback to pretend to hide it. ]
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Center stage to explain what the hell he's talking about is good enough, though. He pops one hand on his hip and waves the other at Ciel, wagging a finger disapprovingly.]
Of course you have, Ciel Phantomhive. [how annoyingly can he say that, stay tuned] How many times have you visited my mansion and spent hours and hours as my very important guest?
[Questions he'll neglect to answer, because he actually is disturbed enough to not care how disturbed he sounds.] Shame about that dreadful butler of yours, though-- he's not here, is he? I don't see any ugly, overbearing bats hanging around.
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But the second part is something a little more raw and tender, but his reaction is carefully controlled and opposite of what Ciel actually feels in the moment. His shoulders relax, and he looks at Alois with a cold expression. It's meant to be an unreadable expression, but there's an iciness inherent to show that Alois is treading on a subject Ciel doesn't want to breach. He doesn't keep his emotions so close as he would like. ]
And what exactly do you care if my butler is here or not? He's my servant, so of course he is.
[ It's a blatant lie, but bringing up Sebastian so suddenly is something Ciel is very immediately bristling over. ]
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Alois ignores the hypocrisy, of course. It's also just not fair-- if Sebastian is here but Claude isn't, then what is he supposed to do? If he's forced to go without, everyone else should be too! His expression tightens, and he looks back and forth ostensibly to see what dark corner Sebastian is lurking in.]
Is he really? So he's at your beck and call right now, you mean? He's going to rush out to protect you at any minute?
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As soon as Alois says something like that, Ciel knows that he's messed up. Sebastian isn't here, and those words very much sound like a threat, but even if he doesn't know this stranger, he doesn't care. Ciel isn't new to these sorts of games, and even though it's stupid, he smiles with much more confidence than the icy glare had been given. This is where he feels more comfortable or even excels, since playing the game is something you can't afford to hesitate in. He'll bluff if he has to, because peace tying be damned. They had thought his pistol was a fake, which was their mistake. ]
Why does it matter? Is the butler of your mansion so inept that he couldn't follow you here?
[ He's making a few assumptions here based on what little Alois has told him, and as such, it bites deeper than intended. But to be fair, the fact that Alois also had a shitty, soul-eating butler was a little unexpected. ]
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Oh, is that where Sebastian is? Don't project your butler's problems onto mine, you little shit. [He takes a step closer, casual, and just as smoothly reaches down to pick something up someone passing through must have dropped - like he meant to do it all along.
If it weren't an anime figure he could have pretended he planned it... alas. He holds it by the... torso, and thrusts the pointy end towards Ciel.]
I won't let you run out on me again, Ciel!
[And he lunges, with all the finesse of someone who puts sharp objects first and style later.]
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...???
What the hell is that?
However, Ciel doesn't have the time to be questioning or even properly insulted by what's occurring, since this maniac he's just met is absolutely mad, and Ciel barely has time to react. He's at least better than seeing knives coming at his face and not dodging at all.
It all happens in a moment, since as Ciel steps back, he reaches at his side to draw the pistol that's there. Alois gets closer quicker than he can shoot, though, and so the mystery mcstabbins utensil does hit its mark. Still, there's a delay before that realization catches up with Ciel's brain, and that's enough for him to pull the trigger and fire at Alois's shoulder.
they need time-out ]
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The end of it connecting is a moment of unbridled crazy child glee for Alois, and he's laughing before he realizes that gunshot sound was both real and aimed at him. His manic expression falters and he looks at his shoulder, where blood has already soaked through to the hole in his coat.
What the fuck...]
Wh-- What? [Seriously, what the fuck is this. Adrenaline gives way to pain which gives way to anger, and while he should probably try to stop his shoulder bleeding, he'd much rather twist the stupid stabby figure around. It's so bizarre that maybe prolonged exposure will hurt more.
And now he's yelling.] Why do you have a gun?! You miserable bastard, I'll rip you apart and feed you to those bears!
[those bears that are mysteriously absent from this courtyard, the only place they should actually be]
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comes back w/ starbucks to talk shit
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ii....
Still, he's nothing if not ready to adapt at a moment's notice! Right away, he's starting to pat around his pockets, because he knows he has some food. Mostly overpriced candy nabbed from the dealer's hall, but food is food, right??]
Do you want to trade?
[Actual 4th grader Oz Vessalius.]
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Trade? What do you have? [He's skeptical, because if it's pocket-sized then it probably SUCKS and isn't worth his overpriced fries!!]
I can't give away my food for some useless trinkets.
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And he really does... somehow... Despite the fact that his pockets don't look very full at all, he just keeps pulling out handfuls of candy?! Maybe he's been taking lessons from Break. They're all very cute and colorful. Some are in the shape of animals! Some are in the shape of decorative things that shouldn't be food, like bows! There's even a packet that advertises itself as being glow-in-the-dark which probably isn't good for consumption, but he was tempted anyway.]
What about these? Do any of them look fair for trading?
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Fascinating. Unfortunately, because he's fat and rude--] All of them!
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Wow, though?! Oz will literally not even be surprised to find out that Ciel and Alois come from the same world when that eventually comes to light, because apparently every bratty young noble there suffers from the curse of the fattydingdong.
He's also looking a little cautious, like he knows he's dealing with The Playground Swindler™ here.]
How much would "all of them" be worth? [If it's like one fry he's taking that packet back and making a dash for freedom.]
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This deal is completely fair and genuine, though, so don't look at him with those dubious eyes. Alois raises an eyebrow and frowns down at his snack pile, doing some real and dependable calculations of how much all this garbage is worth.
Well, he doesn't really like the fries, so maybe he can part with them. But not before he takes just one more, for tax purposes!! He holds out the rest.]
This. [it is yet only a single part of his snack mountain] That will do, won't it? I can afford my own candy if I really must.
[probably not actually]
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Oz, unlike some people here, actually could afford to get more candies if he wanted - mostly because he managed to nab like half of these for free just by looking cute in the direction of saps. Someone stop him. Honestly he could afford the fries too since he actually works but no, he wants to trade!! Trading is 90% of the fun!
He seems to be seriously considering his options here for a few seconds, but eventually nods and just holds his mountain of diabetes out for Alois to take.]
Then you can take these! Oh, but be careful with the one in the package that isn't see-through. Those are really sour... It might hurt a little if you aren't used to them.
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Anyway, Alois sure doesn't hesitate in taking all of this sugary hell in one grand swipe. He waves the fries again for Oz to just take them already before he changes his mind!!]
I hardly know why anyone would want these greasy things more than sweets, but here!
[Though he's going to set the sour ones aside to give to someone deserving... ew.]
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He's also taking the fries because hell yeah greasy goodness...]
Because they're good! And I get a lot of discounts at the bakery here, so it's not too hard for me to get sweets. They never have these on sale, though. [Probably because they're like, a point a container at the usual McCeres location...
ANYWAY--]
Thanks! My name's Oz, by the way.
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Bakery discounts... Give Alois those instead of this candy. He makes an exaggerated face at the very concept of the fries being good, tongue sticking out and everything, as if he didn't just eat one to be a brat. eww]
You haven't got an ounce of taste in you, have you, Oz? [nice to meet you]