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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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Anyway he reaches out to reassuringly pat this fool's arm, though he shakes his head a little, mock-chiding.]
Ah, ah, how is it that you keep managing to get yourself into so much trouble? It's really impressive, you know!
[HOW IS HE EVEN PRETENDING TO LECTURE WHEN HE TOO IS STUCK HERE. Amazing what having a thick face will do for the shit you can just say.]
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[what the fuck, why is wei wuxian here! not that he isn't a little relieved, but it's... equal parts relief and a little paranoia. oh, no. dealing with wei wuxian in a situation like this will be...
difficult.]
I don't know what happened, truly, I don't-! I was meant to be on my way home...
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Mm, it is! Don't fret so much. Come, let's go - we'll get you some water first. No panicking in such a cramped space!
[TIME TO DRAG HIM UP TO THE BAR. Did he say water?? Yeah look there's still water back here somewhere it's fine.]
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[can't believe he has to climb this ladder in booty shorts he HATES IT. thanks. but he can in fact be dragged up to the bar! where he finds somewhere to settle in, watching wei wuxian dig around for that water.]
Just what sort of place is this...? They can provide us with drinks, but not clothes?
[he does NOT count this as clothes.]
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Hm! Not a fan of your new wardrobe, I take it? Haha, it doesn't suit you very well, to be honest.
[WHAT A SHIT. He'll eventually pull out a glass and fill it with the little Special Bartender Nozzle That Only Pours Water, sliding it across to his suffering friend.]
Have you spoken to Jack yet?
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he takes that water and downs half the glass off the bat, exhaling a long-suffering sigh.]
Of course it doesn't! The color is awful, for one thing, and the amount of skin it leaves exposed is just--!
[he doesn't even have words, this is terrible. unfortunately for us all he's left the socks on because at least they cover a little more. nie huaisang takes another sip, there.]
Who's Jack?
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Can't believe he's just out here wearing his socks and sandals, even though Wei Wuxian is also wearing his socks and sandals. The sandals on their own are uncomfortable, okay!! Besides, who cares how ugly your feet fashion is when you have a great ass and booty shorts.]
That fellow over there. [HE POINTS TO THE LUIGI BOARD.] Whoever or whatever it is! No idea if they're responsible for this mess, but they like rice wine.
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[he peers over at it, curiously. is jack dead? hello?]
We had one in the mansion, but not from the beginning.
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Hoh - strange thing, then! Haven't seen anything from my place that seems to have made it here.
[And by "strange" he means "very good" because first of all everything would be terrible, and second, then he wouldn't trust this world isn't run by demons.]
What was it for, there?