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WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL
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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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Me? I do, yes! I know plenty! Though I'm not sure even I could drown out this noise on my own, hah. [FLAPS HIS BOOK.] What about you, do you know any? Two voices are better than one, after all!
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[she's going to get that out of the way real quick, fixing him with an annoyed look]
Just sing something that's anything besides the drivel we've been forced to listen to for hours.
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Mmm... Let's see, let's see. Since you aren't being picky, you can't complain if you don't like it, alright?
[At which point he'll bust out a classic like Mo Li Hua in his fortunately good singing voice.]
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I'll listen to anything that isn't.... [makes a vague gesture to wherever the music is coming from] this.
[so she's
going to let him sing.
and will lapse back into what she was doing without saying another damn word]
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because he will for
a while
He's a very tolerant person and he doesn't mind singing, so he'll run through a whole gambit of folk songs over time, if given the chance.]
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a while
genuinely she will let him keep going because she's going to be looking through the books for the next hour or two to be thorough
it's up to you when he stops]
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No, instead, he pauses while looking down at this magazine--]
—Do you think there are really places out there that grow mushrooms the size of cars?
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[let's
start with that]
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[He'll flip his magazine around to show her the full color spread, which features a giant toadstool the size of a yellow convertible parked in someone's driveway. Why?? Why not.]
Can't tell if this is supposed to be real or some sort of-- [...????] --Something, though!
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just looks so fucking confused the more she looks at this]
.... Isn't that forestry too overrun...?
[shouldn't they just fucking kill the mushroom?]
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[The straight face he keeps as this bullshit pours out of his mouth.]
It would have to be an enormous frog, though, to use that...
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I'd rather not take my chances with any more large water-dwelling animals, so hopefully it'll never appear in front of us.
[she's by default not a fan at the moment]
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What sort of large water-dwelling animal have you gone up against, then?
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[she turns the page in her book]
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[He blinks.]
Did someone push you?
[??? Surely no one just dies spontaneously in murder games! Unless boxes fall on them accidentally, maybe.]
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[flip flip, this book has nothing
she grabs a new one]
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