WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL PT 2

[gatonina]

ARRIVAL PT. 2

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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 ♥]

Comments

[disreguarded]

He's old, you can't just hit an old guy because he asked for it! He's stupid!

[ beau please ]

[haw]

What if that was his last request? Ya gotta honor his wishes!

[disreguarded]

[ a beat. her expression does a whole lot of things all at once, cycling through pain and then indignant fury and then finally a pouty, puffy cheeked face. ]

I'm pretty sure that's not his last wish.

[haw]

[ there's at least a tiny hint of remorse on his end, for what it's worth... but like. still. he feels justified. ]

—Look, I've been cooped up inside a bus for god-knows-how-long and not even thirty minutes after I finally get out, I got a dude puttin' out an open offer for anyone lookin' to throw hands. A guy in my situation can only resist for so long, ya know?

[ no, majima, ]

[disreguarded]

[ she folds her arms across her chest. ]

... Okay. Next time just fucking come fight me instead, then. I'm more fun to beat up anyway.

[haw]

[ changing his tune IMMEDIATELY ]

—Oh, no shit? I like ya more every day.

[disreguarded]

[ okay, this makes her laugh. ]

Yeah, no shit. Give me a bit to chase this hangover and then we can fucking party.

[haw]

Nah, watch, I'll punch the hangover right outta you. One good right hook like the one I gave him and bam, sober in minutes. Money back guarantee!

[disreguarded]

[ ... ]

Yeah, okay, why not.

[haw]

[ with a nod, he winds up, pulls his arm back, and knocks a punch right into beau's jaw.

beau will find that he doesn't actually have magic hangover-dispelling powers... but maybe the physical pain will take her mind off the brain hurty pain? ]

[disreguarded]

[ it super hurts, but also she isn't thinking about the hangover now, so. that's good? she kind of just staggers - and then laughs, hand to her jaw. ]

Ow, fuck. [ she says, in the middle of a giggle. ] Okay, you're right. Barely feel the hangover.

[haw]

[ BEAU, YOU'RE HIS PEOPLE, ]

Heh, told ya! A professional always delivers.

[slobjection]

[ majima he was being facetious ok ]

[haw]

It was for science! He punched ya once to test his hypothesis, I punched ya the second time to verify it independently!

[slobjection]

Glad to see your experiment was a success, then.

[ it's fine, it's his lot in life, he's accepted it ]

[haw]

Relax, I'll be sure to mention ya in the "special thanks" footnotes. Gotta give credit where credit is due, after all.