WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL

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ARRIVAL

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PASSENGERS: 41 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.

Comments

[wowcool]

[He gives her a dubious look, before moving over to the fridge. From being on and island where they had to hunt and eat coconuts and stuff and now-]

[It's. Legit a magic fridge.]

Wow. [He looks over at her.] You weren't joking!

[wisterin]

Do I look like someone who jokes about food, Anaido-san?

[ She's always smiling, but shhh. ]

[wowcool]

Haha, I would be a fool to doubt your culinary expertise.

[But he draws back, pleased with this discovery.]

I saw some fish cakes. You can use those in udon, I think.

[wisterin]

If anyone served you poison, I feel as if you wouldn't mind.

[ She says that lightly, but it's not meant to be approving. ]

I'll make kitsune udon with the fish cakes for extra topping.

[wowcool]

Aw, come on.

[He says it in a chiding tone, but there's a glimmer in his eyes at the statement, like he finds it incredibly amusing in ways he only knows.]

Sounds perfect. I can't wait.

[wisterin]

Will you tell me I'm wrong?

[ It's not quite a challenge, but it is also an honest question.

She gets to cooking. She's very neat and very efficient even for such a small kitchen space. ]/small>

[wowcool]

Well, I can't say that...

[That's a yes.]

[He'll sit at the counter, watching he do her thing with a smile.]

You know, I've never cooked something that complicated before. I always get too distracted by recipes.

[wisterin]

You freely told people when the island asked for sacrifices.

[ She remembers.

She doesn't pause in her cooking prep. ]

If recipes deter you, cook by tasting and testing. It doesn't have to be as precise as baking.

[wowcool]

Nobody is asking for sacrifices this time, Shinobu.

[Just saying.]

Tasting and testing? [Hm.] I suppose...but that requires a good sense of taste in the first place. I think I'm just pretty average!

[wisterin]

Everyone here has experienced some kind of situation that enabled murder. That's too much of a coincidence.

[ Dick more or less proved that. ]

If you're cooking for yourself, it shouldn't be problem. If you're cooking for others, that's something you have to keep in mind.

[wowcool]

You say that, but sacrifice and then something like being possessed by sex demons are very different things.

[Yes, he's doxxing the sex demons, thanks Tonbo.]

I think you're right. [A sad look flits over his face, before he just shakes his head.] Ah, somehow I have a feeling I don't really cook for others...

[wisterin]

closes my eyes