WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL PT 2

[gatonina]

ARRIVAL PT. 2

▽ FULL NAVIGATION ▽ LOCATIONS ▽ STATUSES ▽ IC PROFILES ▽ IC RULEBOOK ▽ MURDER PROPOSALS ▽ PCS ▽ CURFEW ▽ AUDIENCES ▽ CAMP STORE ▽ REPORTING

POPULATION: 41 The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round, the wheels on the bus go round and round…until they suddenly stop. Just as quickly as the bus ride started, the sudden jolt of the bus hitting the brakes may disrupt you from your current activities (whatever those may be.) It’s hard to determine just how long you’ve been on this road trip, but some of you may be able to tell it’s been nearly forty-eight hours. Where could you have possibly been traveling? Worry not, dear travelers! Why, if you’ll wait one moment, the doors of the bus will gently open… …and the floors of the bus will tilt, spitting every single one of you out onto the ground with little warning before the doors slam closed and the bus begins to drive away. As you gather your wits and regain your bearings, the first thing you may notice is the very distinct scent of pine and the lingering scent of rain in the air. Beneath your feet, the words BUP STOP have been spray painted into the dirt and above you a large wooden sign proudly declares that you’ve arrived at your destination. Welcome to CAMP GATONINA. Well-maintained greenery surrounds the area with trees as far as the eye can see, and a dirt path seems to lead straight into camp. Fog looms in the distance, though perhaps that’s from the rainy weather. Come along, don't be shy. You’re welcomed here, after all! As you make your way forward, you’ll soon be greeted with the sound of a bright and almost cheerful voice that seems to be amplified somehow, gathering the attention of all. "Right this way, ladies and gentlemen. Your lovely hosts await!" A cloud of fog parts, and in the center of the path sits a three-tiered platform. Three figures stand on the platform before you, two of whom hold a white basket with depictions of the sun. Despite looking directly at them, it’s hard to make out the features of these three outside of their very unusual outfits. You’ll have plenty of time to explore the camp later, but for now it seems that the figure in the top hat has a megaphone in hand and an announcement to make. "That should be all of you. Let's not waste time, shall we? You'll need these sooner than later, I imagine." The figure with the top hat begins to call out names as the other two figures hold onto the basket, using their free hands to distribute small keys with different wooden keychains shaped like animals. When the final key is distributed, the megaphone is lifted once more as the figure without the basket gestures to the space around you. "Welcome to Camp Gatonina. We look forward to your stay." [ooc: for the sake of your mods, please choose only one NPC to speak to for now! Should we feel confident with our tagload, we may open this up to more tags later, but don't worry! There will be more opportunities to speak with them in the future... Please be sure to read all of the new information provided to you! In addition, please keep in mind that this is not the week zero mingle! A new mingle will go up tomorrow to officially begin the game, so please do not use this post to toplevel regarding the new locations! You may, however, PC to your hearts' content ♥]

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WINTER WIZARD

[gatonina]

[standing atop the highest platform, the figure in the witch's hat lets go of the basket before plopping down. legs kicking and high heels clicking against the side of the platform, you will get the sense that a smile is being aimed your way-- despite the fact that you can't make heads or tails out of any of the three's features. in this case, its almost like the face is constantly changing. weird.

but should you come close, the kicking will stop long enough to avoid hitting anyone. it's important to be polite! but with proximity, it's easier to notice the blue, bunny-eared scrunchie delicately wrapped around a gloved wrist.]

G'morning, Winter Wizard at your service. [leaning forward, head tilted, as if to get a better look at your face...] Anything I can help you with, buddy? Now's your chance to get any yelling outta the way. I'm super not putting up with it later.

[wowcool]

Oh, don't worry! I'm not here to yell at you.

[Anaido just gives them a smile, absolutely not at all concerned by the fact that their features are hard to see.]

I just have a question. Will Bus-san still be here to talk to? I like them.

[unfriendliest]

[ just storming right up and grabbing them by the, uh. lace? collar? whatever that is. ]

Where are our swords?

[ he'll just speak for all the swords it's fine ]

[axilium]

Dude, I am way too tired to yell.

[he waves the travel guide.]

Let's get the elephant out of the room: is murder going to be involved in our stay?

[preowned]

[ oh this is so much better than the damn bus ]

How long are we going to be here for?

[okitactless]

[Single-minded puppy sword is drawn to blue-coded people, more news at 11

Anyway, Ookurikara's taking care of the yelling about swords, so!!]

Excuse me, can you tell me where Okita-kun is?

[shortforever]

Aren't summer camps for kids? Why are there a bunch of old assholes here?

[He means the other PCs, not the NPCs.]

[fishingforcompliments]

Ah... excuse me. I do not intend to yell, but...

[She looks a little distressed. She'd wandered off to go check out the profiles first, and, well.]

...the information about us that was posted... where did that come from? And how did you manage to recreate our likenesses so well on such a small space?

[wtf is a photograph.]

[applechemist]

[ Escha's been kind of... Eavesdropping on other people's questions, because she doesn't want to get too repetitive, but. ]

So if we're here from some kind of portal mistake... Were you trying to do something else with portals?

[survivaltricks]

[and after talking to Purple Heart!! Akira slides up to Winter Wizard next, expression amused]

Where does the name "Winter Wizard" come from, anyway?

[chaoticlootral]

[Yelling.

Through his hands.

Thanks mods for letting me live my dreams of doing BOTH horrible things.]

Heeeeeey, yo! Can I get that hat? I want that hat! Gimme the hat!

[disreguarded]

[ hey, what if beau comes up and sits down next to winter on the platform, is that cool?? she's gonna do it. ]

So like - what's with the faces? [ it is impolite to ask people about their constantly changing faces, beau. ]

[wisterin]

[ She puts a hand to her mouth. ]

My, do you get yelled at often?

[givethemhell]

[EVENTUALLY WANDERING OVER HERE TOO.]

Morning, good morning! A better morning than the last two, haha. I'm sure we've done a lot to interrupt your schedules and will probably do worse in due time, so I suppose I should ask now if there's anything we can do to help you out while you're working on this portal issue.

[muragas]

Would yelling even change anything...?

[ besides WW's opinion of them ]

[slobjection]

I'm all yelled out, Winter Wizard. How about a friendly chat instead?

[recrypt]

I just thought I'd come bother you and give poor Shadow over there a break from talking.

[ she's? honest? ]

Here's a question you might be tired of: what are you three, exactly? Beyond just being Camp Directors whenever camp apparently is in session.

BLACK SHADOWS

[gatonina]

[standing atop the lowest platform, the figure in the black cloak seems content to stay quieter. rather than having indistinct features, this one just doesn't appear to have a face at all in the black void of their hood, and their hands appear to be made of solid, non-reflective void.

they keep the empty basket held in their hands, and anyone who approaches will get a slight nod in acknowledgement. once they're closer, it might be easier to spot the bunny ears of a gray scrunchie poking out from under one of their sleeves.]

Black Shadows. [their voice is also much less distinct than the others', more distorted.] Camp grounds not to be damaged. Thank you.

[it might be asking a lot for people to behave, in this moment, but-- please behave.

should you look like you have something else to say, the hood then tilts to the side.]

Yes?

[vigilantics]

Can you define 'damaged'?

[coastal]

[this seemed like the npc least likely to waste words so:]

Explain the secrecy.

[successives]

You want to tell us exactly why we're here this time?

[daifukus]

[ henlo ]

Is there a reason for all of this?

[givethemhell]

[Wow, sparse of words and keen on rules and orderliness? The grim reaper reminds him of someone. ANYWAY everyone else has asked the important questions, so:]

You should give your bus a raise, assuming that was Jack. They're very good company! Thanks for the extra toilets, too. Do we have anywhere to bury our dead, though? An area sectioned off from the rest, just in case the bodies don't disappear? Or are we just meant to- [gestures] -dig anywhere. That wouldn't count as property damage, yes?

[WHEN THEY INEVITABLY START DYING BECAUSE HE TRUSTS NO ONE.]

PURPLE HEART

[gatonina]

[standing atop the mid-height platform, the figure in the top hat continues to fiddle with the megaphone in their hand. it takes a moment before the megaphone's turned off and from there it's set aside. up close it's hard to say what the figure may possibly look like, as though their features are constantly changing, but should anyone approach a gloved hand will take hold of the cape and gesture in a grand, sweeping sort of bow.]

And I am Purple Heart. I suppose you have many questions for me, hm? Go on, don't be shy. [you may get the sense that the flirtatious tone is directed toward everyone, but fear not! purple heart will have eyes for you and only you should you wish to speak up.]

[concasse]

Is there a kitchen and are there goddamn knives in there?

[Just everyone SILENCE until this is answered.]

PROFILE REACTIONS

[gatonina]

[wowcool]

A: ANAIDO'S PROFILE

Haha! Wow! Cool!

[Someone seems?? Happy??? To read their own profile???]

I'm 33 years old? [DOES HE NOT KNOW??] What a marvelous number. A wonderful number.

[He just barks another laugh to himself. Somehow he is ignoring, uh, "dying" as being part of his skillset. It's fine. He's fine.]

B: OTHER PROFILES

[And of course he's going to just bend in and read all these other boarding passes. Hey, is it yours he's reading? Because he exclaims, with you nearby:]

Wow! You really have a lot going on below the surface, huh?

[Please smack him.]