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WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL
ARRIVAL | |
| ā½ FULL NAVIGATION ā½ LOCATIONS ā½ STATUSES ā½ IC PROFILES ā½ IC RULEBOOK ā½ MURDER PROPOSALS ā½ PCS ā½ CURFEW ā½ ??? ā½ ??? ā½ ??? |
You know how the story goes by now. One minute youāre somewhere familiar, and the next youāre suddenly somewhere else. Unlike previous times before, the source of your rude awakening isnāt 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, itās 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 youāll 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 imaginationā¦? Regardless, though the lighting is a tad dim, it becomes apparent that youāre 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; thereās 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? Youāre 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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[Just yelling over his shoulder as he continues to lay waste to the bus from his speed alone, throwing shit every which way as he looks for his-- yeah.]
If she's here, she can't have gone far!
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—I'd think you would have found her by now, on a bus this size. [But he'll join in on the HUNT ANYWAY, opening the pantry, checking the bathroom--]
--Can tigers climb ladders?
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[She is, in fact, the only baby tiger he has ever raised for all of three weeks, but that is beside the point. He glances over in approval at this stranger's help, even though the search has turned up jack shit]
If these fuckers took me but left her behind in the castle--!
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[HIS POOR TIGER... Not to incite panic but might as well cover every base, right?
After he opens the oven and looks under the kitchen table, he'll head over to the ladder.]
Shall we head up?
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But for now he's zooming straight up the ladder before WWX can even get there, calling over his shoulder]
And what the hell did you lose, then?
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My flute and some important paperwork. Nothing so important as a tiger!
[It's the sex for dummies manual BUT LOOK IT HAD THE DEMON CIRCLE WRITTEN IN IT, THAT COULD BE IMPORTANT. He'll climb up after Sanji, glancing around the area before heading to scour behind the bar.]
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[With the same amount of energy as before, Sanji rockets about the second deck, though even in his determination, he's... pretty much come to terms with the fact that he's probably not going to find Nami. It's more a token effort at this point]
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Mm, something like that! I've been playing the dizi since I was young, at least. Have any preferences?
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Maybe I should be glad she didn't come with me...
[Muttered more to himself than to his companion. After a beat, he rouses himself]
Nah. Whatever you're making for yourself, I'll have some of it.
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[TWO EXTREMELY STRONG DRINKS COMING UP. He'll leave the peppers out, even; whatever he slides Sanji is biting, with a cool and minty taste.]
What's your name, by the way? I'll keep an eye out for your tiger just in case and let you know if I spot her.
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Call me Sanji. Pirate chef of the Strawhats.
[He figures he might as well get the "pirate" business out of the way, in case that offends this man's delicate sensibilities. Also? Giving that drink a faint sniff before he proceeds to drink half of it in one go]
Huh! Not bad, shithead.
[THAT'S NOT HIS NAME, SANJI]
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Pirate chef, huh? Never heard of one of those before.
[Seems his delicate sensibilities are not so easily offended, at least. HE DOESN'T EVEN BAT A LASH AT THE NAME but that's because he's been called much worse in much crueler tones.]
My name's Wei Wuxian - no fancy titles to go with it, though. Glad you like the drink!