//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
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[All right, that's it; some new limit of what the fuck has been breached. This was a bad choice! Mistakes have been made! At this point, all Leon can do is sputter wide-eyed, groping through the conversation for threads of anything that makes even a little bit of sense--and coming up empty-handed no matter what he tries.
He's slow-thinking, he knows he is, he always has been. Whatever, academics ain't his thing; he doesn't often regret that. But right now, he feels like he's sitting through a class in French or something, and he's the only one in it who doesn't come from French!
France. Whatever.
Or maybe it's more like an alien language . . . could anyone understand this?
He casts around desperately, mouth and throat working for several silent beats longer than it takes him to actually speak. It's almost like he's literally grasping for threads, gesticulating . . . and finally:]
What're you talking about, how old am I?! You can't mean it! You're crazy! What d'you mean you got pictures of me, I barely know you! That ain't possible! You don't just, you don't just forget two years, that's bullshit! You can't just tell me I locked myself in a fuckin' school and went to sleep for two years and woke up and died!
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We weren't asleep, it's just - those memories were taken from us. [ It hadn't been easy to believe even when they'd learned it, even with all the information and evidence they'd had. So it isn't like Naegi can blame Leon for acting like he's lost his mind.
Sometimes he thinks he has, too. All the same...it's still true ]
They're...they're just class photos. Kirigiri-san will back me up on all of this as well - I know it sounds crazy, and impossible, but - it's...not even the worst parts of it.
[ "P.S. our world ended". ]
You're just...well, add two years to your age now. What you remember being. That...should be right. And you agreed to it, like we all did - not forgetting, that wasn't part of it, that was all Enoshima-san. But we did agree to stay in Hope's Peak, because...the outside world, it was...
[ Naegi quiets, having been speaking a little faster and more urgently. He still remembers the video shots they'd been shown - of course, he'll never forget those. And what he was told about the state of the world by others... ]
...The world outside Hope's Peak had fallen to Despair. Still is covered in it, I guess.
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He pushes his face into his knees again, groaning--and then snaps it back up after that moment of weakness, a hand coming up to fuss at his own hair. It's a reaction of complete frustration this time. For once, he doesn't give a shit about how he looks, slumped here in the corner of some--some whatever the fuck. Someplace Yamada would know about, except Yamada is dead, according to Naegi . . . and so is Leon.
But he's sitting right here, isn't he?
He shakes his head briskly, finally watching Naegi's face from under his own hand, where he's got his bangs pushed back by his fingers.]
This is such bullshit.
[Again, it's not an accusation. He believes Naegi, but he doesn't believe Naegi. It doesn't even matter that he can't reconcile those in his head when he can't reconcile anything else either.]
I don't even know what you're talkin' about anymore, but it can't--. I mean, 's like, it doesn't even--!
. . . It don't matter! Come on. C'mooon, man, that's totally, all that stuff can't happen. That doesn't happen in real life, it's like that stupid-ass game they made me play when I came in, it's . . . that can't be real life. The world doesn't work that way! It doesn't matter.
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[ If only he had his damn evidence bullets...! ]
There was a DVD...there was a video of all of us accepting the rules, that we'd stay at Hope's Peak. The Headmaster asked each of us in turn, and we all said yes. Hagakure's notes from classes he doesn't remember...Kirigiri-san's notebook. All the photographs of all of us together, during those years. I know...I'm not explaining it very well. And if you truly don't want to hear anything more, I won't tell you until you want to know.
[ But hiding from the truth has never done any of them any good, has it...? ]
The other class's circumstances are even more difficult to understand...but I think they're all good people, and they're trying their best. So I think they'll try to get along with you, Kuwata-kun. ...It's weird, but I don't think this place is entirely bad if it gives people second chances, is it?
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Or it isn't even that; it's just too much too fast. It's going to take him some time to piece all of this puzzle together and even begin to think about the implications. Thinking in more than one direction at once isn't really his strong point, and there are so many questions in his head that he can't pick one to ask, especially when he knows he's going to hate the answers to most of them--not to mention end up with five new questions in the process.
What's with this other class . . . ?
There's one he's not sure about asking just yet.
Second chances, though--there's that. That gets through to him. Because isn't that what matters right now? He's here and obviously not dead and sitting around in some dark corner, probably looking like he's having a meltdown . . . ugh. Leon sits up and leans back, fast enough to thump his head on the wall behind him, ow, and then finally takes a look around again before meeting Naegi's eyes.
Here they are.]
. . . So, you gonna tell me about this place that's givin' me a "second chance"?
[The rest can wait until he's thought it out some. Right now, he'd like to know where the hell he even is.
And it's about time to stand up again and stretch his legs, damn.]
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Naegi springs to his feet - a little unsteadily, he did that too quickly and has to fling out a hand to balance himself against the wall - when Leon stands up, and glances around. ]
Mm, I'm sure you've already heard this is Cerealia...and you saw the powerpoint...aside from that, there are other things to know. You got a house key card, right? And a credits card...but the house key card, it isn't assigned a place yet. You basically pick where you want to live, use it, and that's your place. Ah, some places have pretty high monthly rent, though, so you should be careful about that...
[ Unless you work some exorbitant job, Naegi supposes. ]
Kirigiri-san and I are living in the same building - well, actually we're neighbors. I can show you where that is later if you want to live near us as well - and I think I said before, but my apartment does have a second room if you wanted that. Whatever you prefer. [ He's going to just offer that room to every classmate, tbh, until someone takes it. ] ...I didn't realize it had two rooms when I picked it...anyway. Other than that, the ways to earn money are jobs or that virtual reality video game. I pretty much have just been working at the bike shop...I'm pretty average at video games, so I don't think I'd be able to make much there.
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The explanation is almost disappointingly mundane. Jobs, budgeting? Is he actually supposed to have that stuff on his mind right now? No way! The adulting can wait, though "getting paid for video games" sounds promising, even if the memory he does have of ViVid isn't a great one by any means. Again, he can deal with that later.
Having a place to sleep, now that's what he likes to hear.]
So I just go pick a place, huh? I'm gonna pass on livin' with you, though. Like, no offense, but who wants a roommate when they could fly solo? A guy's gotta have his own space! But if you can afford a whole two-bedroom deal workin' at a bike shop, I bet I could get somethin' pretty cushy with just one bed. 's not like I'm gonna need two.
[Maybe he can trade the whole second bedroom for a hot tub and an entertainment system, or something . . .
Heading back in the direction of the doors, he at least looks a little brighter than when they came in, less on the verge of falling to pieces. Of course, he's also not paying attention to any con staff who might be moving to block their way before they can leave without making a purchase.]
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[ So, info gathering. Also Naegi just likes to spend time with his only other classmate, though now that Leon is there he'll sort of try to spend time with him as well, as much as he's allowed.
While Leon's not paying attention to their surroundings overmuch, Naegi is - and he definitely notes when someone moves to block their way. He reaches out for Leon's sleeve before the other boy walks into the staff, frowning a little. ]
Ah, hang on...
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["Maybe," he'd been going to say, "maybe I'll eat with you guys sometimes." The truth is, he feels a little complicated about the idea of that, but it's not like he's opposed to it happening--unless he ends up with other entertaining to do, which he hopes he will.
But the thought's startled right out of him by the sudden interruption.]
--Hey, c'mon, we're just leavin'! Outta the way, you're totally blockin' the door!
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The security (why is security a bear...) doesn't seem to want to let them out. ]
E-eh? ...Ah, it seems we might have to buy something...
[ Great...there goes another paycheck. Is there even anything here he wants to buy -
are those keychains of their classmates ]
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[Onnnn . . . what's even being sold in here, anyway? He hasn't bothered to look yet; at first glance, he just wrote all of it off as "anime stuff" or whatever. Nerd stuff, right? It's a safe assumption that there's nothing in this room he wants to spend money on.]
--this kinda thing! What're you lookin' at?
[He follows Naegi's gaze, and then just heads over to that display to get a look at whatever it is. It's a way to get away from the weird bear, anyway, that's a plus.]
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Naegi kind of wants to buy them...
But more importantly, why does this sort of thing even exist?!
He reaches out to poke at one - Kirigiri's - while looking a little stunned. Glances around the rest of the place - aren't some of the other goods of other people he's met, too...? ]
Wait a second...all of this stuff...it's of people here.
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[As soon as he got close enough to notice himself on display, he reached out to snatch it off its hook, and he's got it in his hand now--a little flat rubber thing of himself holding a baseball, goddammit, it had to be a baseball, why couldn't it be a guitar, seriously! He knows that's not what he ought to be worried about here, but he can't help but have a moment!
No, okay, this is messed up for reasons way beyond that. He looks back and forth between the keychain and Naegi, mouth hanging a little open in shock.]
But I--I just got here! Doesn't this kinda thing take a while to make?! There's no way . . . !
[He could buy--so to speak--merch of the people who've been here a while, sure. But this went beyond plausible fast.]
You recognize all these people?
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[ A print of a blonde girl he apparently knows somehow? And there's more than that: Rock Lee, Ishtar, the pink-haired woman who liked people-watching, but only if people were interesting... ]
It's...the reasonable conclusion, right? [ Said somewhat uncertainly, as though he's not entirely sure. Naegi has never been the most confident outside of trials - and even there he can be hesitant. ] A-anyway, although you just arrived, I know the first people here from home have been here many months. Maybe they got the information somehow around that time?
[ He's...really not sure. ]
...Either way, it seems like we need to buy something. Uh, is there anything in particular you want, Kuwata-kun? I don't mind paying.
[ Naegi's apparently inclined to do that thing where he just randomly awards classmates with presents. What even is that habit. ]
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Damn, she's cute, huh?
He's distracted by both of those thoughts for a moment, and it takes a few beats for him to lift his head and address Naegi properly, letting what he'd actually been saying filter into his brain a little belatedly.]
--Huh? Nah, you don't gotta get me anythin' . . . what would I do with this kinda thing, right? That'd be so creepy, puttin' pictures of some chick I met once on my wall! That's totally stalker territory!
[And then:]
Wait, are you sayin' I have to or they're gonna restrain me?