//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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After the very unsettling welcome, Mia's walking around trying to find somewhere quiet to sit and compose her thoughts and get used to being someone in present tense rather than past, but she finds herself surrounded by a sea of people dressed up in varying degrees of outfits that are eerily familiar.
...and then there's a girl wearing extremely obvious cardboard epaulets and medals sprayed gold who's running towards her shrieking "OMG, YOU HAVE LIKE, THE BEST BOOBS OUT OF ALL THE MIAS I'VE SEEN HERE TODAY!!" and Mia has the sudden, awful realisation that this girl is aping Lana Skye and is fully on course to grope her.
Help.
Unfortunately help comes in a very disturbing form as someone wearing a paper mache plant-pot as a skirt and an elaborate construction of crepe paper leaves and green plastic drinking straws jumps in front of her and announces "Don't worry, Mia-Senpai! I will save you! CHARLEY MIA OTP!!!"
Mia can feel a migraine coming on, especially when 'Lana' shrieks back that 'Charley's' yelling is going to bring all the Godots running.]
I'm in purgatory. That's the only thing that makes sense.
II: [After running the gauntlet earlier, Mia's desperate to find a cup of tea and somewhere quiet, and while the latter's proving tricky to say the least, the former at least has been tracked down at a refreshment stand.
The problem is, Mia might be thirsty and in need of a pick me up, but she really doesn't want to have to pay double figures for it, and she certainly doesn't want to have to queue for forty minutes to get it.
So instead, she sits down atop the nearest traffic bollard, elbows on her knees and chin in palm, and sighs.]
Who do you have to sweet-talk to get a cup of tea around this place?
WILDCARD:: [Choose your own adventure!]
I
[A lawyer in his 30s is suddenly on the scene, pointing out the whole crowd. He's seen a lot of ridiculous things at this convention, but now he's finally had enough.]
Can't you people see what you're doing? You're just making mockeries of real people. People who I know! And some people who... who aren't among us anymore. [He shakes his head sadly.]
Please, put an end to this madness! All the people you're dressing up as, they would feel ashamed of you!
[And then, with his eyes glaring like daggers, he points at one person, the sight of whom is what pushed him over the edge: someone who had the gall to dress as Mia, so well as to be practically identical to her! It was like seeing a ghost again. So Phoenix knew whoever this was, she had to be one of the most disrespectful people he's ever met.]
Especially you! Do you have anything to say for yourself?
omg
Pretty darn familiar too.
She looks around to glance over her shoulder at a bright blue suited figure pointing a finger at the crowd. Wow, these people sure are dedicated to their imitation of people she knows, this one's got Phoenix down to a tee... well almost. His hair's not quite right and she's never seen him in a waistcoat, but he sure looks offended about something.
Or someone. Her, apparently.]
Are you talking to me?
[Wait... that is Phoenix, isn't it?]
Uh, Phoenix? Maybe you should calm down...
isn't he the best student
That's right... I'm talking to you! I'll calm down when you stop putting so much effort into looking so eerily like someone else. Someone I miss!
[Then he blinks, and there's a vulnerable confusion permeating his expression and his words.]
And... and you sound just like her, too...
[His gaze becomes uncertain, as he may be entertaining the possibility. What if she is real? This place has only given him more reasons to doubt himself, as it was only recently that he was mocked by a seemingly fake version of her out in the snow.
This has to be another trick. ......Right?
His pointer finger wavers uncertainly in the air.]
Yes. Yes he is. He's also the ONLY student. So :T
Mia sighs and shakes her head. This is doing absolutely nothing for her headache.
But it is pretty sweet that he misses me. Perhaps it'd be better to go easy on him.]
Do you want proof? I could flash my badge, but then I think you'd accuse me of trying to imitate you instead of me. Maybe I should get a sweater with my name on it like the one you wore when we first met.
...He'll take what he can get okay
[He shakes his head with a frown.]
I'm sorry. This place is full of people who all seem to know a weird amount about our personal lives... so it's hard to think of any evidence that would be decisive.
[But he's looking at her with hope in his eyes. If anyone can convince me that you're the real you, it would be... the real you?]
But what would that matter anyway? That would still be thinking inside the box, wouldn't it? [There's almost a challenge in his words. Come on, Mia, find a way to turn these tables.]
When did you get so needy, young padawright?
[You want outside of the box? Let's step outside of the box.]
So from that perspective, if we're all supposed to be dead, wouldn't it be strange if I wasn't here?
Why don't you ask his fayvorite teacher?
[No... no one else would think to use logic like that.]
It's true. The dead can live here again. And if there's anyone who should have a second chance here, in this place... Of course it's you, Mia. [There isn't really doubt in his voice anyone - just emotion. As he stands there awkwardly.]
ii
Without paying attention to who spoke, nearby Pearl answers, ] There's a stand selling tea next to the one selling coffee. But I'm afraid there's a long--
[ Now she looks up, and stops, startled. Is that Mystic Mia? But then, no, it's just another one of those costume players, isn't it. It doesn't help that Pearl hasn't seen the real Mia since she was just a tiny child. ]
You're dressed like Mystic Mia. [ Just. States that fact. ]
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It is nice when someone actually has the manners to reply to her, but when she happens to look at the girl who's given her the location of the tea stand, Mia performs a slight double take and studies the girl in front of her.
Another cosplayer?
It looks as though she's come dressed as her little cousin Pearl, but this girl is much too old to be her, even if she's a remarkably near likeness.
Oh well. Probably best to humour her.]
You know, you're not the first person who's told me that today. Have you come as my cousin Pearl?
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[Or the cosplay of her, anyway! But here comes little sister to the rescue (GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER, SHIPPERS), chasing away the scantily clad Charleys and rushing to the rescue!]
None of you are good enough to ship with her or this lady with a really great cosplay! Besides, she isn't into plants! That would be really itchy!
[Maya Fey: Defending a Random Cosplayer's Honor]
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Mia's jaw drops, because that sure as hell looks like her little sister and she is giving the sea of eerily familiarly dressed people a dressing down in the inimitable way that only that Maya can.
And she has no doubt that this particular Maya can only be the real mccoy.
The grin on Mia's face is on the verge of face splitting.]
Maya hero.
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[And so is Mia, because Maya's amazed by the effort this lady put into her work! Like, she even sounds like sis!]
[Maya triumphantly poses in front of coplaysis, pumping her fist into the air]
Just doing my job, ma'am.
Nice costume! If I didn't know better, I'd say you were totally good to kick some prosecutor butt and save Nick's bacon.
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And here she has a laugh and reaches out to ruffle her hair.]
Well you sure saved mine! If the lines weren't so long I'd insist on getting you a Maya Special at the burger stand.
[She pats her little sister on the head like a puppy.]
But it's not a costume, sweetie. It's really me.
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[But wait]
No way, that can't be right!!
[AND A PAUSE.... maybe it's not so impossible after all. But before this goes any further, an inquisition is necessary. She launches into it without preamble, no one expects the Maya Inquisition]
What's the Maya Special?