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You know how the story goes by now. One minute you’re somewhere familiar, and the next you’re suddenly somewhere else. Unlike previous times before, the source of your rude awakening isn’t 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, it’s 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 you’ll 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 imagination…?

Regardless, though the lighting is a tad dim, it becomes apparent that you’re 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; there’s 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? You’re 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
-Wet wipes
-Deodorant
-Travel pack of toilet paper
-Travel toothbrush + toothpaste
-Poncho
-A stylish travel guide

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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[HI DICK FANCY SEEING YOU HERE, ALSO SHELVING YOUR TRAUMAS. He's still holding a fuckin zombie book from upstairs when he moseys over, apparently not done reading it yet.]

Quite an array of experiences on board, hm? What do you make of it?

[ hi wwx he raises a hand in greeting. been five minutes seeing you. though it's a little bit of a relief that dick isn't alone with people who should be turning into sex demons ha ha HA so there's a little bit of tension leaving him when he sees him? but like. so minimal. the most minimal ]

So far, it looks like people killing each other was a constant in all these events. Reasoning differed, though. Can't say I'm too thrilled about what that means for us now.

[YEAH THAT SURE IS ONE WORRY DOWN. Dick is the only scrub he can trust in this house, hot damn. How are they going to break it to everyone else that they might have sex demons among them...]

Hah, I'd say we can at least lean on knowing to expect certain things, but I can't say that eases too much of the issue here.

[THE ISSUE BEING THEY'RE ALL ABOUT TO FACE DEATH ONCE MORE.]

[ dick has been thinking about that the whole time. other places had possession? what if all those people are also possessed maybe??? hahaha hell is real and wwx is his only hope. ]

Not to mention our new, added issues of being stuck in a way more cramped space for said expectations.

[ rip showers ]

[Sometimes you're just surrounded by people who may or may not be possessed... Bad.

He just SIGHS DRAMATICALLY at that, though.]

I can only hope we're actually going somewhere! Expecting us to live in a place like this for months at a time... Wouldn't we just die of over-exposure to terrible music and only having one bathroom?

Good news is, if this isn't a temporary placement, we won't last a few months this time around.

[ it's not actually good news the joke is they'll kill each other over hygiene ]

Hah, true, too true! Trials will be quite easy with only three levels of space to contend with and hardly a private place to be seen, too. [...] Unless everyone but the killer and victim are forced to sleep and they just pretend to wake up with the rest of us.

[He already fell asleep right next to a crime scene and ended up with underwear on his head, he doesn't want to live that life again.]

The forced sleep seems to be a pattern, so I think we're out of luck for that one. [ rip ] Lack of space and privacy has downsides and upsides. Nothing to stop someone for targeting more than one person if we're all in the same cluster.

[ dick be more optimistic. stop letting the trauma affect you ]

[SOMETIMES TRAUMA DOES THIS. Sometimes you can't cram it into a little box forever, Dick!!

He laughs, though it's not one of his more buoyant ones.]

True, though I think there's probably reason to believe we may have limits on how many can or will die, at least.

[ HE CAN AND HE WILL WATCH HIM GO!!! ]

Can't have things being too fast for someone else's enjoyment? [ D R Y ]

[dick with his fingers in his ears: YOU CAN'T TELL ME TO COPE HEALTHILY]

I think I've had more than enough of putting myself on display for someone else's enjoyment.

[HE'S SO FCKIN TIRED OF SEX DEMONS. THEY AREN'T EVEN HERE (presumably) AND HE'S TIRED OF THEM.]

[ he's a bat he has never heard of a single healthy coping mechanism in his life? you punch crime to cope right ]

That makes two of us. Let's hope the reasons behind our presence is a little less annoying than that this go around.

[No Dick that is not how you cope, but punching crime is still good keep that part up.]

Haha, good thing for us that the bar there is set on the floor.

[HAHA!! NO BITTERNESS HERE TOWARD THEIR SEX DEMON CAPTORS.]

The floor's a bit high. I think that bar dug itself a little deeper than that.

[ FUCK sex demons :) ]

[i tire]

WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL

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