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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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Um, do you... [Well. Considering everybody's reactions:] You, you probably don't know where we are or why, actually. Sorry, never mind. [...] But, um - what, what do you think we should do? Breaking the, the windows didn't look it was working, and the door isn't opening for anyone, so maybe we should... I don't, um, I don't know.
[He's picking at the edge of this t-shirt absentmindedly as he goes on, taking a deep breath as he waits for an answer.]
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tsuru blinks, before reaching over to pat evan on the head. ]
Don't worry. Whatever is happening, we'll figure it out.
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He just pauses before very awkwardly nodding.]
R-Right. But as far as, um, as far as the whole figuring it out thing goes...
[He looks around, clearly at a loss.]
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[ he can admit to that ]
Were you in a situation similar before? That seems to be the general theme here.
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[If only because he is Hoping that this one won't involve murder, despite the fact that it seems like a common theme.]
But the, the waking up somewhere different, that was - the same.
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[ he does not know the precise details for each place, but. everyone's reaction to waking up here said enough. ]
Well, we all seemed to be at least ready, in case something happens.
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Well, first things first! You should have something to drink - water, juice, whatever you'd like. Maybe something to eat, too. After that, we can sit down and talk things through a little more. How does that sound?
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Right. Yeah, um - we can do that. Is there a place to go...?
[He has not left this corner. It's fine.]
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There's the kitchen here, and there's a bar upstairs that's probably a little less crowded.
[PLEASE DO NOT JUST STAY IN THIS ONE CORNER he's gonna get fuckin trampled.]
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The - the less crowded one. Please.
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If you don't know, then why'd you speak up in the first place?
[He probably should be nicer but Chuuya is not a nice person, I'm so sorry.]
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[He's absolutely saying that without thinking about it for any amount of time. He looks behind him, as though a door will have magically have appeared, but he turns back to Chuuya after a second passes.]
I, um, I can't go. Sorry.
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[No privacy at all. He's going to go insane within a few days, he can feel it in his bones.]
Just- sit down and take a breather for a second.
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I'll, um, I'll be fine, so you don't have to...
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Sanji... doesn't look particularly pleased to see him, frankly, but it's difficult to tell if that's because of their past interactions, or the fact that even this guy got roped into another mess.]
Gather info. What else? We're not gonna escape unless we're allowed to leave.
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[It's hard to say whether he actually realized who he was talking to until this moment, given how hard he's been staring at the floor, but the familiar voice surprises him enough that he looks up. After a few seconds during which he decides how to respond:]
I just, I didn't really think - I mean, I guess none of us really expected... You know.
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[Sanji certainly wasn't. That's what puts such a sour taste in his mouth -- the swing hurts a lot more when you don't brace for it]
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[Murder.]
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[drily.]
It would be less crowded.
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[He is about 75% sure he's not being serious, but. Better to cover all his bases.]
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