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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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Fuck yeah, it is. I bet I could do that, hold on. [ she throws herself over the counter and digs for more booze. she holds up two bottles of vodka, this time. ] Okay, options. Option one, race you, option two, time me.
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[ he rests his arm on the counter, grinning despite the grim joke... it is a joke, right????? ]
I'll time ya, then we see if we need to puke before splittin' the third bottle.
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You got yourself a deal. [ she enjoys his grim joke, it's fine. she brings the bottle up, raising her eyebrows. ] Ready?
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[ he chuckles, looking at her like he's about to start counting down. ]
Ready... aaaaand... chug!
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she's actually pretty good at this? her friends and her drink like fish. we'll say it's pretty decent time. ]
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That's what I'm talkin' about! Go for the goddamn gold!
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Fuck yeah. [ she looks totally pleased with herself. ] That's one way to start this place off.
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Oh. Shit. I don't got a watch.
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Eh, I'm gonna be too tipsy to figure out numbers anyway. [ big shrug. ] You want more, or are we taking a break here.
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[ she rolls off the counter to grab more alcohol. ] Might as well get fucking blasted before we hear an announcement about how all of us have to kill each other, right?
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[ even if they don't die they're going to have a HELL of a hangover tomorrow......... f ]
And, heh, consider me flattered as hell, but I'm spoken for. [ he gives beau a cheeky smirk, but it's still an overall friendly and playful gesture. ] The name's Majima, by the way. Who'm I friendzonin' today?
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It's fine, dude, I'm not into dick. Mutual friendzoning. [ she digs through the alcohol to find mixers, this time. ] It's Beau. Nice to meet you, I guess? I mean, it's nice to meet you, just not in this fucking place.
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[ friendship ended with everyone now beau is my best friend... he watches her search through the cabinet for a couple of moments before he comments, ]
You know what you're doin' with that stuff? 'Cause if not, I got a couple years worth of bartendin' under my belt, an' I've been told I make a mean Manhattan.
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I have no fucking idea what I'm doing, so be my guest. [ she grins, rapping her knuckles against the counter. ] Back home we usually just drink like, mead. Ale. None of this fancy shit.
Hit me with your best shot. And tell me where you're from. Original and after.