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

[ruffboi]

Magic? Random unconsciousness? Who knows. Was your ship in the afterlife, by any chance?

[fishingforcompliments]

No, it wasn't.

[She pauses.]

...at least, I do not believe that it was?

[ruffboi]

That's the tricky part, huh? They don't always announce you're in the afterlife. I'd say 99% of the time, they keep that one in their pocket to toss at you at the very end. Boom, dead the whole time, everything was pointless.

[This idea seems to make him very angry.]

That was one thing they had going for them, they let us know right off the bat we were dead.

[fishingforcompliments]

[


this sounds like he's been through a lot of killing games. flayn's expression falls.]

I am sorry. You seem to have had a difficult time of it...

[ruffboi]

[He has, but he's also just bothered by the concept of shitty dead the whole time twists, not from personal experience.]

Me? No, I'm fine. Sometimes you just get captured by dicks who want to drain your life force or use you in a murder experiment, and you just have to roll with the punches.

[fishingforcompliments]

[


oh]

How admirable..! You must be very strong.

[ruffboi]

The strongest!

[Flexing! Showing off!]

[fishingforcompliments]

[magnus is giving off such raphael vibes right now

it makes flayn smile]

Very impressive!

[ruffboi]

[Please, if anything, he's a more bloodthirsty Alois. But either way, he appreciates her approval.]

Thanks. Anyway, don't worry about your boat. Worst comes to worst, we've been kidnapped by some other evil entity and we'll just have to fuck shit up for a bit.

[fishingforcompliments]

[Oh god you're right and I hate it.]

How many evil entities can there possibly be...?

[ruffboi]

There's no shortage of evil entities out there, I think. You have to think the ones torturing groups of 30 to 40 randos are kinda the B league.

[fishingforcompliments]

[



honestly she just kind of stares at him blankly for a moment because she has no idea what a B league is.]

I suppose so...

[ruffboi]

[It's fine. Half of everyone he talks to has no idea what he's talking about. Letting it go.]

Well, anyway! I'm Magnus, though some call me the Hammer!

[fishingforcompliments]

Oh! I am Flayn.

[Introductions! She knows what's going on now, so she perks up.]

Do you prefer Magnus or the Hammer?

[ruffboi]

Hmm! Good question!

[No one calls him the hammer, not ever. This is a rare opportunity here.]

Let's go with "Magnus the Hammer." That's the most dignified option.

[fishingforcompliments]

I see! In that case, I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Magnus the Hammer.

[i really hate this, siz.]

[ruffboi]

[He's going to milk this for all he's worth. She's his favorite now.]

Nice to meet you too, Flayn. Just Flayn? No cool old nicknames you want me to revive?

[fishingforcompliments]

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