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WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL
ARRIVAL | |
| â˝ FULL NAVIGATION â˝ LOCATIONS â˝ STATUSES â˝ IC PROFILES â˝ IC RULEBOOK â˝ MURDER PROPOSALS â˝ PCS â˝ CURFEW â˝ ??? â˝ ??? â˝ ??? |
You know how the story goes by now. One minute youâre somewhere familiar, and the next youâre suddenly somewhere else. Unlike previous times before, the source of your rude awakening isnât a mystery. A harsh jostle causes your body to lunge forward as a tire jumps over a pot hole in the road. Try as you might, itâs hard to ignore the steady thrumming of an engine and the gentle sway beneath you. The faint scent of gasoline seems to waft from the outside, but as you look around youâll notice that the windows are locked, tinted, and impossible to see through. Likewise, the door ahead of you appears to be locked as well. Perhaps the scent is your imaginationâŚ? Regardless, though the lighting is a tad dim, it becomes apparent that youâre inside a large bus dotted with the occasional seat and amid a jumble of other bodies. The people you were last with may be among your fellow passengers. Perhaps they are not. But worry not; thereâs plenty of time to look around and get to know one another on this long, strange trip. It may even be wise to examine the staircase at the other end of the bus. Who knows what awaits you on the other floors? Ah, but before you move too far it may be best to assess the situation. On the bright side, any injuries you incurred have been healed! Isn't it nice to have your limbs in place again? Miracles happen. But...what happened to your clothes? Youâre fairly certain you weren't wearing this t-shirt before...and what's with the denim shorts? Maybe you were fortunate enough to get the knee-length version, but for those of you waking up in bootyshorts...well, we're sure you look great! And what better way to tie the whole look together than white socks and tan sandals? At least you'll be comfortable for the ride. Lucky for you, your new threads aren't the only gift you'll receive upon waking up. Attached to your waist is a high-quality bag filled with some fun goodies for every passenger! For those of you who unzip your bag to check its contents, you will find: -Dry shampoo No other items are on your person at this time, even if you were holding onto it as you began your previous departure. That's a bit troublesome, isn't it? Not really; it's still a bus. Be grateful for the extra elbow room, alright? Oh, and one last thing...on the wrist of every passenger is a small, equally fashionable white scrunchie. Not your style? Perhaps it's a good idea to give the travel guide another read. Searching the bus from top to bottom will net zero results in the way of an escape. All of the windows are similarly tinted and locked, and the only exit door appears to be the one on the first level that can't be opened at this time. But hey. You're all old pros at this, right? You know what to do next! Get to know the people around you, trade stories with your fellow passengers, and...well. Buckle up for the bumpy ride ahead. |
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this is weirdly embarrassing in a way he can't quite explain
so he just steps over, and yanks the shirt the rest of the way off, before silently busying himself with swapping it for his own bloodied shirt.]
just imagine the icon pic but there's jorts just below it
shirtless
in his booty jorts and sock/sandal combo
just watching Asch swap his shirt and waiting to be of further assistance]
Might I ask what happened, sir?
it would have cost you nothing not to type that
[he pulls the fresh shirt over his head, and, as an afterthought, begins dressing C-3PO in the bloody shirt.
this is fine.]
no bloody shirt pls
As Asch goes to put the bloody shirt onto Threepio, he begins shuffling backwards and waving his hands]
Oh no, sir, really it's quite alright! We should perhaps dispose of that one. I don't typically wear clothing, anyway.
[More waving of his hands and attempting to reverse away from the rude blood man]
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reverse away
he gets it over his head, though. so now C-3PO just has like a. bloody tie-dye scarf to go along with his booty jorts.]
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Oh!
[He tries to compose himself. Perhaps this is some kind of gift in this man's culture. Certain primitive tribes do exchange blood to form bonds.]
Iâthank you, sir.
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...You're welcome.
Enjoy.
[Aaaaaand he's walking off with 3PO's nice fresh shirt. :)]
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Pardon me, sir. I'm afraid that in my surprise I forgot to introduce myself. I am C-3PO, Human-Cyborg Relations.
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Fantastic. Continue your relations, thenâdon't let me get in the way of them.
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