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

[chaoticlootral]

arrival.

[Hey some of us can pull this look off okay. Obviously he's in the booty shorts, he came from Thots, and he's adjusting the . . . look a bit. Busying himself putting his hair up with the scrunchie, peeling those friggin socks off (if he throws it at you please return it), and tying the stupid tie-dye shirt into a crop. This is all fine. Grumbling to himself, mostly under his breath, but he's also just not super quiet.]

Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me, can't even suffer the terrible fuckin' fate of turning into a horrible demon without being bothered by more bullshit--

wildcard me, binches.

[but seriously do]

[applechemist]

[ Hey there, demon friend... ]

This really isn't what I expected it would be...!

[chaoticlootral]

Oh. Hey.

[Just. Sinking dramatically onto whatever seat is closest. This is fine?]

Maybe it's just part of the process?

[applechemist]

[ She stays standing nearby, but no judgment. You lounge all you need. ]

Then do you think all of these people are...?

[ Demons? Going to become demons??? ]

[chaoticlootral]

Maybe it's like, in the movies, where the guy is dyin', but his brain is flashing through a fever dream series of imagined realities because it can't cope with what's actually happening. As in, the dying.

[disreguarded]

[ she actually catches one sock. gross. ]

Nice shorts. [ she also has booty shorts, so she can't say anything, and yet. she throws the sock directly at his face. ]

[chaoticlootral]

[He has like 2HP be careful!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Screaming.]

Magnus! Magnus--!

[ruffboi]

[Running over!!]

Oh, hey! [Alli said this can take place after Beau shared booze with him, so. waving. This is after running over extremely fast with a look on his face like he's about to beat someone to a pulp. But he stops after that and waves.]

She has free drinks!

[disreguarded]

[ oh my god i can't believe he has an attack dog

she just gives taako the flattest look in the world. ]

Really? [ she grins at magnus, though! ] Hey, sup. You guys know each other?

[muragas]

[ no, her sock now ]

... "Demon"? Were you possessed?

[chaoticlootral]

Well-- I wasn't. Other people were. Like, a furry dude, a clown, some swords.

[muragas]

[ ... huh. ]

Ah, my mistake. What happened to them? Did you exorcise them?

[wisterin]

[ It's definitely the word demon that catches her attention. Her gaze sharpens, but she's still smiling. ]

I'm sorry. Could you explain in more detail?

[chaoticlootral]

[Terrifying??? But, fine. Crossing his arms.]

Don't eavesdrop on my personal bitching.

[wisterin]

Is it eavesdropping if you speak loudly enough to be heard? I wasn't trying to overhear. My apologies.

[ She gestures to the rest of the bus. ]

I hope you find the privacy you desire.

WILDCARD

[concasse]

[If there was ever a time to stress cook, it'd be right about now.

And that's exactly what Sanji plans on doing, paying no mind to the fact this kitchen is cramped and ugly, yet still somehow able to produce whatever pot or ingredient he's looking for.]

Stupid castle, stupid bus, are you fuckin kidding me, I gotta do this shit again?

[He's having a great old time so yes, please, someone come join him when he looks ready to set something on fire]

oh HELL yes

[chaoticlootral]

[Yeah, and trying to stress cook (or bake? Baking is a great stress-exercise) in closed quarters is not for good mood-making, it seems. Trying to bustle his way right into this kitchen, and he's not afraid to throw elbows.]

Don't-- Listen, I swear to god, if I end up in another situation where all of you bastards steal the cooking knives, I'm going to flip. I'm going to straight up flip out.

[concasse]

[-- Excuse him???

Sanji can't even be mad for a hot second because -- well, damn, he feels that complaint in his soul and knows it'll take all of two hours before the knives are gone--

But the shock doesn't last long and there's an affronted noise of disdain as he very, very purposefully nudges his elbow into this intruder]

Oi. Shithead. Kitchen's full, wait your goddamn turn.

arrival

[shortforever]

[He's just. Trying not to pay too much attention to Taako's getup. And is instead focusing on the words there.]

Woah wait, hold on. What's this about demons?

[chaoticlootral]

They suck, that's what.

[Hm.]

Why do you look familiar?

[Squinting at him? Rude.]

[shortforever]

[He can squint right back, it's ok.]

Dunno, I've never met someone like you before. It's probably a mistaken identity.

socks

[machinetranslation]

[As usual for C-3PO's luck, the thrown socks hit him directly in the face, one sliding off and the other caught and hanging over one glowing yellow eye. He doesn't seem overly bothered, all things considered.]

Pardon me, sir, but will you be needing these back?

[chaoticlootral]

[ yeet ]

wild

[getdrekt]

[he doesn't care about this weirdly performative thot wandering around

but something does catch his eye as taako.......... wiggles by.]

You're not supposed to remove the hair elastic. [he frowns, and corrects himself.] The... "scrunchy".

[chaoticlootral]

[ yeet!!! ]