//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?!
PROMPT IV [ 0000 ]
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 [ whyo'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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Get this Party Started
Kawakami Bansai • Gintama •
[ At this point, Bansai would rather be back in that stuffy little room, watching that stuffy little powerpoint, and listening to the stuffy little presenter drone on in his stuffy little nasal wheeze. The bee-hive drone of that room seems a sweet and fading dream. He should have stayed.
But no, here he is now. Jostled across hallways, cheek to jowl with the sweaty and slowly-undulating masses. Only moments ago, he'd nearly disrobed a regal cosplayer when he'd trodden on the train of her gown. One moment past, the foam and worbla pauldron of a passing Renaissance man had clipped him upside the head, nearly knocking his shades askew. Precisely fourteen seconds ago, someone patted him heartily in the rear; he never caught sight of the offender in the flow of the crowd.
That, all that is nothing compared to the sound. Forget the smell, the sights, the careless feet scuffing the shine on his shoes. The cacophony these people make is deafening, a discordant clangor that penetrates his headphones, rings in his ears and settles restlessly behind his eyes. The sound is a migraine like a fist around his skull, pinching his nerves tight and setting his teeth to grinding.
Bansai has never hated anything more than this convention and its people.
The next being to come within eyeshot of him is receiving nothing short of the most disgusted, hateful gaze he can possibly muster while pressed flat against a wall. ]
III.
[ He is not sure why he thought that coming to this sad excuse for a dance was in any way a good idea. It is actually a horrible idea. It's his worst decision yet. Sweet heavens above, he hates this convention and everything it stands for.
Maybe it was a misplaced sense of hope that did it. The hope that maybe the whole event would be redeemed in the presence of music.
Boy, was he wrong.
He's smack-dab in the center of the mess, swept along helplessly by the tide into the center of the dance floor. There is a glowstick stuck to the plectrum of his shamisen, an accessory that mystifies him to no end because he cannot, for the life of him, recall where it came from or how it got there. There is an elbow jabbing rhythmically into the general area of his spleen. His foot has been trodden on at least thrice per song.
Deliver him from this hell. ]
WILDCARD.
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deliver him from life.anything goes. ]I
Was it intentional? Or...]
Ah.
Shoot.
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He deserves a goddamn medal, to be frank. ]
I think you meant 'I'm so sorry for the inconvenience, sir, I promise to never come within ten feet of you ever again'.
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[He is clumsy. That, and he's not drunk enough to touch a woman without her permission as of yet. Woman? Whoever this is.]
I'm just here for the free drinks. Honest! I'm being honest with you.
[The free drinks and the girls in scantily clad anime garb.]
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[ Is that... a smile?
?
???????????????
god above what a creepy thing ]
Allow me to rephrase. I think you meant: 'I am a worm, master. A worthless worm. I promise to never breathe your air again.'
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[You know how birds puff their feathers if you've disturbed them? Well, the same thing happens here, but with his hair.
If that's even physically possible.]
I'm no worm! I'm a beautiful butterfly! A caterpillar on its way to achieving greatness, at the very least! Hmph.
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[ He is considering, very seriously, and very dangerously, how much effort it would take to ram the nearest costume prop through that large and inviting forehead. ]
And that during its pupation, what lies within the chrysalis?
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[Said offhandedly.]
Only time'll tell! Besiiiides. A caterpillar can transform or whatever, but in the end, it's still the same thing! Even if it looks a little prettier.
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[ that smile. very dangerous. he reaches threateningly for the water bottle at his side. ]
Until the moment it emerges again, it spends its time as a formless, tenuous slime.
The likeness is uncanny.
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What kinda shitty philosophizing is that?
People are the same. We all come outta nowhere- A child is formed from nothingness, right? Nothin' but an embryo livin' in a woman's belly.
Yo, some people here are plannin' on having a good time! Don't be a spoilsport.
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[ spoilsport to the core. ]
Have your good time, Caterpillar. I daresay you'll be wanting for it soon enough in this new life.
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Nice costume.
Almost looks like the real thing.
[The real question here is: How many people has he said that to who've turned out not to not actually be who he thought? Too many. He's pretty confident about this one, though. It's his generally frustrated demeanor that makes him think so.
(Please don't just be another really dedicated cosplayer, he didn't come here for nothing.)]
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[ He cannot, cannot count how many times he's heard the same. Cannot count how many times he's had to ward curious hands away from his shamisen, away from his goddamn shades do these people not know the concept of personal space, honestly. ]
I try.
[ He sees bright colours, familiar patterns. He sees a rich brocade and black hair and he's seen it at least three times before and each time was a hoax, a facade. Too small or too tall or too soft and none of them right. (A blonde girl in pink who was too petite, a man in hakama who was too young and too zealous, a man who wasn't blind and dead like the real thing had been.)
He sees, but most of all he hears and this time he turns to look fully down on his 'admirer'. ]
I like yours. Very unique.
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I thought I would try something different.
[That's bullshit. If he was a cosplayer, he'd totally always pick the same, broody characters. Literally nothing would be different.
But it's about time, he thinks. While he wasn't the kind of person that needed familiar faces around for any reason—he was perfectly capable on his own, he'd even started rebuilding the foundations already—there was nothing quite like having someone around who you already knew you could count on. It wasn't just a matter of trust, though, but likeness, too. Similarity.
He knew the bonds he'd build here would be nothing like the ones he'd built at home.]
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[ cosplayersugi is the least of their worries.
The big worry now is Shinsuke's mere presence. It means that everything he's heard is more than just a hoax. More than just a fanciful story. It means this isn't just an elaborate fever dream.
Dang. ]
How big's your troupe? Is there room for one more?
[ Is it just
usyou? Is this the Kiheitai?Do you need me? ]
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Not nearly big enough. [Unfortunately... All of his hard work, only for things to end up like this? He wasn't happy about it. But he still smirks despite that.] Getting the old band back together sounds like it could be fun.
[While he had no intention of forcing anyone into doing anything, well— How could he say no? Such eager help could be hard to come by sometimes.
In other words? Always. He didn't even have to ask.]
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I wouldn't mind picking them up again. [ Translation: "I hate this new 'world' already, and I've only lived in it for three hours tops. I would enjoy seeing its dissolution." ]
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And let's be real, anyone whose first experience in this place was this stupid con would probably feel the same. They'll recruit a whole new Kiheitai in no time.]
You're really singing my tune. [He really hadn't expected anything less. They spoke the same language. He hadn't been here as long as some, but he'd missed it, honestly.] This place leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
[It reminded him too much of "home."]
It could use a little more excitement.
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The closest is a sense of reassurance, the knowledge that at least here at the end of worlds, there'll at least be one good song to listen to on the way out. ]
Then I daresay we ought to liven the place up. Show it what a real maestro can do.
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[To yet another world that was just as rotten and shitty as the first one.
You just can't win sometimes.]
I won't keep you from enjoying the rest of your con, though.
[He didn't need him for anything immediately, is what he means.]
welp
Eh-Oi, that wasn't my fault so I'm so. . . rry . . . -
. . . . . .
. . .
[Just tilting his head here, like a confused cat, those dead eyes widening a little. He'd seen other cosplayers dressed as his kids, and even a few dressed as his favorite tax bastards, but this was . . . new.]
I guess someone had a lot of time on his hands, did he. It's pretty damn close, man, it's really damn close.
[He'll be reaching up to tap, tap, tap his finger against Bansai's headphones as he speaks.]
Oi, I'm talking to you, you know.
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There's nothing to be done for his expression, or the way the disgust and blatant dislike slips over it like a comforting mask.
The tap of Gintoki's finger is in perfect time with the throb of his oncoming migraine.
The tap of Gintoki's finger is horrifically out of sync with his own drunkard's buzz of a 'sound'. ]
My apologies. Did someone say something? Ah, I hear a voice, but there's no one here.
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[tap, tap, tap. It's impossible to know if he realizes Bansai is the real deal or not, just yet. ]
Hurry, hurry up, you're getting lost in the crowd.
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Bansai with his back to the wall gave off such a vibe. The look was something he could do without, but who blame him for his clear dislike of the events transpiring. Heavens know Nagasone was equally as done with fake shinsengumi groups hounding him.]
If you leave now, you might be able to find a safe place away from them all.
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[ The tone he says this in is so falsely bright, it's almost (incredibly) insulting. Sorry, sword friend. ]
It's almost as if I hadn't already tried it.