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WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL
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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 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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I shouldn't. [ ... ] May I get you a glass? [ This is framed as a courtesy, but he definitely wants her to say yes. Please. ]
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Really? Not even a sip? What else do you have to do?
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he considers her question seriously, and answers seriously. ]
Quite a lot. I know there isn't much to explore, but I need to acquaint myself with my surroundings and... well, it's garish to say, but take note of any potential dangers to us. That sort of thing.
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I mean, yeah. We're all gonna get killed again. Round two. You came from some shitty place where you had to vote for someone to die, right? So that's gonna be the danger. Might as well get fucking blasted before that picks up.
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We've yet to see if that's true. [ it's true that they all just got spit out of murder games, he's not denying that, but even so... it's too early to resign himself to a round 2. ]
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Yeah. Sure. I don't have any fucking faith. [ sniff. another drink. ] But I'll be here to say I told you so when we get some asshole telling us to kill each other over the speakers.
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[ If she right—which she probably is, let's be real—he'll eat crow. He eyes the bottle. ]
But if that's the case, aren't you worried? You seem very cavalier about the possibility.
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...You do make a sufficiently sad argument to drink. [ It's said with some small wryness; if this truly is their moment of peacetime before another ritual, it might be the only safe chance to drink themselves silly. He doesn't partake regardless, but he does sit nearby, on a proper stool. ] The people I knew would drink wine to celebrate, and something like that [ he gestures to her bottle ] to fight off a winter chill. I can't say I ever understood the appeal of the latter.
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It's not a good idea to do, according to Deuces. [ beau huffs. ] You feel all warm, but the rest of your body isn't, and then you freeze to death.
[ hm, morbid. way to make new friends, beau. ] Guess it's better than being cold all the time, though.
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[ Morbid, but true. Everyone in Faerghus had to be careful about their liquor, lest they get tricked by the warm buzz of liquor. He spins his empty glass a little aimlessly against the countertop at the thought, glancing curiously at where she's sprawled out. ]
Is it truly any different from what you're doing? Drinking to put off the cold reality that you see settling around us?
[ He's not trying to guilt her, really, but he doesn't understand
funif this sort of R&R is very helpful to people. ]no subject