#PCRP event

[ask-healthy-light]

Though I had woken up at the same time as Michael the day before, as I was exhausted from the whole Saturday, I woke up many hours later than usual, and it took me some time to get up and head out to breakfast; and as I left the hotel towards the same bakery, I realised that there were so many more fans at the hotel as I had previously thought, as I nodded knowingly to others as I headed outside.

At the bakery, I managed to order my sandwich and cappuccino mostly in German, but also purchased a couple of extra sandwiches for lunch later that day, before I continued to the venue, meeting a few other folks on my way there; luckily, I had heard back from Filip about the Goodiebag, and told him that I was headed to the venue, where I we could meet up, hopefully before the event started again.

I politely thanked him for keeping safe the Goodiebag for so long, and headed back to the entrance, where I took some time to look through the bag, finding beautiful art of Pinkamena and Discord on a poster and a shirt, as well as a pixel recreation of a meme on a mug; and in the mug, I found a few sets of stickers and a wristband for PCRP, all of which I safely put in one of the many bags I had.

Back inside, I waited at Patch's vendor stand near the entrance for a while, making a collection of items I wanted to buy, since I had not seen her all day on Saturday, which I mentioned to her after the concerts the night prior; fortunately, she was as kind and sweet as usual, and let me know that their breakfast had run late, but we met up not long after, and I thanked her again for everything.

After we met up, and I had told her to look after herself and Deus, who appeared to be somewhat out of it during Prince's concert the night before, she told me this was because of his exhaustion; for not only had Deus been unbelievably busy for weeks prior to the event, but he had also been running around the whole day to make sure everything ran smoothly, which, fortunately, was a great success.

I thanked her for everything once again, and told her that I would see her around, before I went to the Voice Actor panel in the Mane Hall, where I met up with my friend, and where we enjoyed all the voice actors' answers; the most amazing moment was Mark Acheson's brilliant impression of Ana Sani, the voice of Izzy, in a voice entirely unlike his own, which made the whole Hall erupt in laughter.

My friend and I split up after this panel, and after I had asked PrinceWhateverer for his autograph on the two physical albums I had purchased from him, and had told him that his concert the previous night was phenomenal, I headed to a panel on Ashes of Equestria; and I purchased more fantastic art from LupiArts, shared kind words with them once again, whereafter they gave me yet another sticker.

The panel on Ashes of Equestria was almost over, and during it, I chatted with my friend, who I saw sitting at the fountain outside, and met up with him and many friends on our way outside; and after taking pictures of so many friends, we went outside, where I ate some lunch, and enjoyed music from DJ PON-3's Bass Cannon, where one of the guitarists of Coltastrophe was playing along, for a while.

We wandered around for a little while after lunch, waiting for the panel on Building Sweetie Bot to start, during which we saw the robot Mare walking, or, rather, being dragged around, looking around at a few more vendor tables; but to my surprise, confusion, and dismay, I had spent close to all my bills, so I spent the last I had on a sticker book from CutePencilCase before heading to the panel.

The panel on Building your Own Pony Robot was genuinely hilarious, very relatable, both in good and bad ways, and educational, as the host warned us that everything will break, and advised us to look for help, and to not be too overconfident in your abilities or the lack thereof; but the bot, which was apparently more akin to a car, looked amazing, and I'm excited to see her final design in time!

After Sweetie Bot, the time had come for the Charity Auction… Hold on to your wallets!

(Thanks for reading this bonus! I'll be writing more about GalaCon over the next few days, so keep an eye out if you're interested!)

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[climaxjump-blog]

Alright, fate of the world. That’s normal. Trade in Den-O? That’s questionable. But he gets a new power in exchange, so that’s fine. But it’s the mention of a wish that gets him. There’s a lot of things one could wish for. And a real wish, not like the ones he’s supposed to grant. So he signs a sloppy RYUTAROS on the page with little hesitation, and away he goes.

Headphones on, belt and pass stashed in his coat (hah, maybe they forgot to take them!), blue key in pocket, some of his drawings up on the wall, he walks out of the room at a jaunty bounce.

And everyone loses their fucking shit. A mess of creatures that he presumes to be be more imagin like him (Mr. Coat would have benefited from explaining the concept of "demons” beforehand) throng around him, yelling something about those Personas as he’s roughly drag-pushed along out of the building and into the streets.

He notices a couple humans in similar situations, and even some running of their own free will, but he’s a little preoccupied by a... horse, a snowman, and a butterfly...? making him hurry to somewhere and not answering his questions. A couple other figures of varying types seem concerned but are too concerned by the general chaos to do anything about it. So he’s promptly led along with a couple cries of “Hey, watch the ponytail!” to what looks like a boiling pot of coffee. If that pot was boiled for a couple days too long, and was in the ground, and gigantic, and had masks in it.

By this point the chaos is at a maximum, and he couldn’t get a word in edgewise if he wanted to (which he did). The ones shoving him run off, replaced immediately by a throng of chaos. A couple point and yell things to him which he can’t hear over the din beyond generally assuming it’s directed at him, and when he returns a look of confusion to someone running closer and telling him to do something he receives a boot in the behind from someone else, and before he know it unidentified hands and limbs- some of them warm, some of them slimy-cold- seize him and drop him into the pit without so much as a how-do-you-do.

The gut feeling of falling sucks. No matter how many times you do it, it’s never fun. It lasts just long enough to remind him that he wasn’t on the ground before he comes to a stop. A stop in the form of catching his legs on some hanging vines- he notes that vines are not usually found in shadowy holes- and getting quickly entangled, his ponytail and headphones dangling from his head as he hangs upside-down, trying to process this situation.

“I haven’t even had a cup of coffee yet today.”

[thechozone-blog]

It was weird wearing her undersuit again, but knowing she wasn’t going to put on her power suit. Even on her so called Zero Mission where she was left with a destroyed suit for a short amount of time she knew with enough searching she’d get it back, here her suit was her so called persona. A really ironic fate really, it was meant to enhance her powers, make Samus powerful. But instead it became her identity, it became Samus.

Much like how things were back in her own universe, the demons were trying to make her do something, but obviously too scared to do more than just yell at her. She knew how threatening she always looked, it was from years of wearing that cold and empty shell that she became it, and with that she went from looking like a woman who saw too much, to a woman who knew nothing except violence. And sadly, that’s how she was.

With a great sigh, Samus put on a different jacket than normal, it was a bomber jacket. It had the symbol of the chozo on it’s back and a screw attack symbol on the front. IT was supposed to represent her, a fan mae it and she grew a liking to it quickly.

Shoving her hands in the jackets pockets, she did a check to make sure her stun gun was on her leg firmly and walked out of her house, to the pit, and stopped. She stared at it for a bit, not knowing what to expect, but she jumped. 

Upon landing she found herself in a place that reminded her almost of home, with the beautiful but dark jungle. The only difference was there was a sky. Despite her perfect landing (that mind you, was very graceful for such a jump) Samus still looked disappointed in something.

Perhaps she knew this time being alone was no option. She was too weak by herself without her suit. 

“This is shit.”

[thecabbageprince]

Ironic Situations

“You’ve got to be shitting me...” Adachi grimaced as he surfaced from the dark depths of the murky water. The detective managed to crawl up onto the nearest bit of land, gasping out for air. He was able to pull himself out of the water thanks to all the super dense foliage around him. As soon as he fully got out of the water, Adachi laid on his back, staring up at the gaping hole to the sky above him.

“I can’t believe those brats threw me in here... And all I wanted to do was my job,” He sighed, deciding to rest for a brief moment. When the hole first opened up, Adachi was sent with his zombie task force to act as security. Everything was going fine at first, since no one really wanted to plunge into the damn thing anyway, until the persona users rushed through. Everyone wanted to go in to fulfill their ‘duty,’ and demons started prodding hesitant persona users into jumping in, forcing them almost. Eventually some people recognized Adachi as one of those persona users, singling him out and chucking him into the abyss with everyone else. The next thing he knew, he was in the bottom of the pit, engulfed in the dark, murky water deep below.

The only thing to do now was to figure out a way out of this shit hole. It was a little funny, now the he thought about it. Being thrown into an unknown world by others, forced to fight his own way out.

Adachi held his face and chuckled at his own misfortune.

“It’s not surprising.. after everything I’ve done, haha.”

[personacataclysm-blog]

DUNGEON I

THE TRIAL OF PHOBOS

Those who make the plunge, whether by choice or by force, will find that it’s a long way down that sinkhole.

The feeling of falling persists for just long enough to induce panic, the eyes of Shadows gleaming from beneath their masks as they rush by...

Those who fell come to in an immediately and vastly different set of surroundings.

Most had their fall broken by dense foliage; the less fortunate might find themselves having landed in deep, dark water, needing to swim a small ways to find their footing on solid ground.

The air is notably warmer and more humid than it had been in town. Everywhere you look, lush jungle plants can be seen growing, layered wild and tangled--not a spot of snow in sight.  Looking up, one can see the entrance of the sinkhole far above. Clouded by Shadows, it almost looks like an eclipse.

The sight ahead seems as though it can’t find purchase in reality.

At first, it appears to be a massive underground cavern. It’s dark, stalactites gleaming with moisture visible high above, dense flora clinging to whatever crags they can find along the distant walls.

The thickly forested area does not directly touch the edges of the cave; a body of deep, dark turquoise water separates the jungle into its own separate island. The water is curiously still, despite tresses of waterfalls that flow from higher up in the the sinkhole. Even the bodies that fell directly into it don’t seem to have caused much of a stir; the ripples in the water shortly smooth out.

Every so often, the cavern appears as though it is breathing. The surrounding walls take on a membranous translucency, and they swell, revealing beyond what had moments ago been rock walls a darkened sky of stars partially obscured by rolling clouds.

A damp wind can be felt as it exhales, and the cavern’s opacity returns.

Deep into the vegetation, a warm-toned light can be made out in the distance. Lacking other waypoints, this light flickers invitingly as though to beckon the dungeon’s guests toward it.

Signs of weathered stone ruins become apparent as one approaches. An ersatz stepped pyramid looms in the distance, sitting at a distinct tilt--it appears to have partially sunk into the ground on one side. What little light there is dances directly upon the structure, casting strange shadows in the gloom beyond.

And where shadows are concerned, Shadows emerge.

The Shadows within the first area of the dungeon seem to behave differently than those which surfaced in the town above.

Clattering, chattering, and indistinct murmurs can be heard, their frequency increasing as one travels deeper into the thick. Malevolent, nonsensical whispers echo. Those who find themselves listening too closely may begin to hear these echoes as distantly recognizable voices.

This is the trap of the first wave of Shadows; a lure of familiarity cast into the unknown. Anyone who strays from the path of the flickering light ahead may find themselves quickly surrounded.

These Shadows, residing in the jungle area, appear to be skeletal--although they seem to have taken some liberties with their anatomy. Their arms too long, hands and feet clawed, their ribcage simplified, as though shaped by an artist aiming for expression rather than accuracy.

Their bones are black, their faces masked, their entire bodies spattered with bright floral patterning. Despite this jaunty color scheme and a set of jittery, up-tempo movements to match, the Calavera Shadows are far from benign.

Finally, once the dungeon’s explorers reach the foot of the pyramid, they come upon a curious sight. Flanking each side of its main entrance is a graveyard, adorned in wreaths of gold flowers and glowing by the light of numerous candles placed about.

Though the decorations suggest death, there is a sense of warmth and comfort to them that the dungeon has thus far sorely lacked. Indeed, it would seem that even the Shadows that have menaced the area thus far are avoiding the graveyard’s perimeter.

For now, the graveyard appears to function as a safe zone, and a solid waypoint for disparate groups of Persona-users to rendezvous.

Soon enough, when more have gathered, the pyramid’s solid stone door rumbles to life, slowly creaking its way upward and open, overgrown vines snapping and a musty scent wafting from within...

[scintillatingbrightness-blog]

“Finally!  I was getting tired of waiting.  Clear the way—don’t bother tossing me in, I’m going anyways.  We’ll see if the enemies in there compare to the kind of competition I’m used to.”

[syntxtica-blog]

@exaltedaries

Hakuno can’t explain it, but the girl in front of her reminds her of Rin. Maybe this is why she decided to approach her instead of simply sinking into the crowd mingling in the lounge. 

“Is this seat open?” she asks, gesturing to the chair in front of the girl with one hand. In her other hand is a plate full of various sweets.

[rageandblood-blog1]

“Just because they have a chair that compensates for my stature doesn’t mean I have to like the fact that I am being served food by Xenos” he gave the waiter a dour look as it placed down a second large serving of foie gras, and kept his stare as the demon retreated timidly into the crowd. 

Sanguinius sighed and returned to his food. He knew that keeping the hostile approach up was unfruitful, but he had ideals to maintain, and these creatures were not to be trusted. 

It had been a strange day all together, he thought, poking irritably at the small amount of food on his plate. The days events blended together in a haze and he seemed to drown out the other bits of conversation held at the table. 

The Angel looked up at the other participants at the table, some known, others entirely new faces. At the very least he had to keep up appearances, so he met eyes with the person seated across from him. 

“Enjoying the dinner?” 

[thechozone-blog]

Samus had been sitting in her home that morning drinking coffee after a jog. Another sleepless night greeted her, and she was ready to treat the day as normal. That was at least until the earth shook violently below her.

Shock filled her face as the feeling of the earthquake brought back some horrible memories. Some terrible, terrible things that the memory launched her back into her own universe.

Samus, you’re needed on the planet SR388, the condition is critical. All researchers have disappeared, possible Metroid life signs have been detected.

The voice of a commander rang in her head, like the order was yesterday. Going through the planet seemed easy though, she could easily get through it all no problem. At least until the violent tremors took control of the planet.

SR388 is known to have frequent shifting of its many plate tectonics, due to that the planet is considered inhabitable by Galactic Federation standards. Whenever one of the shifting occur, the entire area above ground changes. Be careful, it’s known to cover up places and hide others, so you may lose contact with your ship at certain points.

And were they right. She lost contact, but found perhaps the most shocking thing. Innocence and love from the thing she considered her enemy. 

It didn’t take long for Samus to flash herself back out, as the noises of panic from outside were enough.

Samus closed her eyes, wondering just how much of her life was doomed to be the same violence filled horror. She knew something was happening though, she never knew an earthquake without meaning.

Sighing and getting up, she left the comfort of her home with only a blanket around her and a sweater on and it didn’t take much investigation before she found the massive hole back in the ground.

She was back in her own hell again. Doomed to repeat it all. She ignored the urges to go in the hole, just to stare at it for a bit. 

Without her suit, how ready was she really? She hated how weak she was without it, it reminded her how human she was.

But she also knew she had a duty. 

[personacataclysm-blog]

INCIDENT I

THE SINKHOLE

Days after the initial tremors occurred in Idle Lakes, talk surrounding the occurrence had begun to quiet down. No one had felt anything major since--let alone heard any suspicious sounds. A healthy sense of caution remained strong among many, though others argued that the initial rumors were merely attention-seeking witnesses telling tall tales.

As it would happen, in one week’s time...

A massive rumble in the early hours of the morning was the cue for the crumbling of stone and snapping of wood, soon followed by hand-crank sirens breaking any remaining semblance of silence in the town.

News spread quickly. On the outer edge of the East District, in the place where the earthquake had been previously felt, a large chunk of land had abruptly collapsed in upon itself, revealing an enormous sinkhole. 

Demons employed as rangers, peacekeepers and guards quickly flocked near the site of the hole, attempting to muscle reporters and other rubberneckers away from the main area. For a short while, aside from the initial event and the commotion of the crowd that congregated, all seemed calm.

But soon came the snarling.

It could be heard from deep within the newly-formed shaft. Some thought that perhaps there had been demons caught in the collapse, and the strange noises were their shouting from deep below.

The ranger demons weren’t so sure. Word was quietly sent to the Lodge: it should be ready to alert its residents at a moment’s notice. The higher-ups suspected that the time may have come for them to fulfill their contracted duties; as it would soon turn out, rightfully so.

What appeared to be some sort of smoke or black mist slowly began to emit from deep within the hole. The crowd grew larger and more restless; security quickly had its hands full trying to maintain a solid perimeter.

As they pushed back, something from within the depths pushed upward. A tarlike substance crept up the walls of the sinkhole, clinging to the shade, nearing the top before anyone even noticed it was there.

The first to do so pointed and cried out in alarm. At the top edge of the sinkhole, an oozing, clawlike limb grasped for even ground. It uttered a guttural growl as it slunk its way up, and something bubbled up from within it. A stylized mask rose to its surface, extending forward.

“That’s a Shadow!”

The response is immediate and hectic. Back at the Lodge, those still asleep are hastily roused so they might be summoned.

“It’s them,” the staff fret. “Shadows! At that big hole on the east side! Hurry, hee-ho!”

Throughout town, those recognizable as Persona users--even those who merely smell of potential--are hastily urged toward the source of the commotion, if not outright pushed.

The site of the sinkhole has plunged into complete chaos. Shadows have begun to swarm upwards, quickly overtaking the demons’ initial defense. Those not predisposed to fighting have attempted to flee. Some have been successful. Others, less fortunate, have been set upon by the Shadows, dragged struggling into the black abyss.

This is the sight that greets the Persona users who arrive late on the scene: utter pandemonium.

Rangers who aren’t fighting pull aside those they can detect the potential on, singling them out. The ranger general, a Neko Shogun, shouts commands from a nearby roof. Their messages ring loud and clear:

“You signed that contract, didn’t you? What are you waiting for? Get in there and show ‘em what you’re made of!”

 The more reasonable demons plead and urge for the Persona users present to enter the sinkhole themselves. Less scrupulous ones seize others who hesitate, throwing them over the precipice. The truly unlucky are those who get caught by Shadows, dragged in like the demons before them.

No matter the method, it seems that few--if any--of the town’s Persona users have managed to avoid entering the pit. What lies below remains to be seen...

[personacataclysm-blog]

◆ GRAND OPENING ◇ [ Mini starter Event ]

The Idle Lakes Lodge grand opening ceremonies~ 

In celebration of the grand opening of this group, we’ll be throwing out a mini-event for the fresh new guests entering Cataclysm. 

We put a ton of work into this and we’re going to make sure things run smoothly! But more importantly, thanks for all of your support! We hope everyone will have a great time in this group! 

When you do decide to leave your room, you enter the halls and wander around this massive building. From the fresh pine scent to the freshly polished wooden walls, this place was everything you’d expect from a 5 star hotel. Upon entering the lounge, you are welcomed by beings of all shapes and sizes that you’ve likely never seen before, standing alongside the walls bowing in respect. 

All these strange ‘demons’ were wearing black formal attire, likely workers in this odd yet extravagant lodge, up upon the podium near the end of the room was what seemed to be a man wearing a red suit, a pair of glasses and had large elegant wings sticking out from his back, clearly someone of importance. 

Upon clearing his throat and adjusting his lenses accordingly, he shows a smile and begins to greet everyone with a welcoming speech.

"Hello everyone, today is a very special day! It is none other than the grand opening of the Idle Lakes Lodge! It is our pleasure to welcome you all to our humble establishment.”

“During all your indefinite stays here, all of your expenses will be completely covered! So please don’t fret over anything and please, relax and make yourselves at home!”

“But, in celebration to our grand opening, we have a very special treat for you all! As our first guests staying with us here, we will be holding a banquet with very special foods cooked by our finest chefs!”

With that, all the demons working in the lodge surrounding the outside room politely bow at once, treating the guests here as if they were royalty.

“WELCOME EVERYONE, PLEASE ENJOY YOUR STAY.”

Holding out his hand, the demons quiet down. The headmaster points towards to the direction of the dining hall, likely your next stopping point.

“Now then, if you would, please make your way to the dining hall! If any of you require any assistance or need any further help, please do not hesitate to contact us! We live to serve after all! But again, please enjoy your stay here!”

With that, the headmaster angel leaves the podium and goes off to attend to other business. Shortly after, the rest of the demons disperse and go back to their work.

As you enter the dining hall, you are overwhelmed by the smells of freshly cooked food and the sights of fancy looking lights, ornaments and decorations. The foods all laid out on the buffet tables looked like they were made with the highest quality, 

And the dining tables were neatly set up, the tables covered with red silk with plates, cutleries and utensils all aligned neatly. Near the entrance a live band was playing classical pieces you’ve never heard of before, either way though this celebration was beyond fancy.

Now then, what to do? Should you eat food? Relax a little after everything that’s happened? Mingle with the other guests? Or maybe even just forget everything and go back to your room.

That choice is up to you.

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Summary

So this is going to be our small kickoff to welcome everyone to our group!

Basically there is a large celebration happening for all the newcomers entering the lodge after they’ve signed the contract and entered this world. 

People can mingle, hang out, eat food and basically relax. They are pretty much staying in a 5 star ski lodge after all, you might as well enjoy yourself.