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

[disreguarded]

[ she takes the bottle - and then snorts. ]

Fuck, you're right. You could just tape me to the ceiling, maybe?

[wowcool]

That's an idea! [And then he wrinkles his nose.] Ah, but the smell...I don't think anyone would want to deal with that.

[disreguarded]

Oh, gross, you're right.

There was this stuff at the place I was in last. If you sprayed it on stuff it smelled good? Maybe we can find that here. [ did beau just suggest frebreezing her dead body? yes. ]

[wowcool]

That sounds...almost too good to be true, but I think that would be useful.

[WHY ARE THEY DISCUSSING DISPOSING OF DEAD BODIES AND FREBREEZING THEM]

Alas, I wish we could just throw dead bodies off of the bus or whatever this vehicle is...but it seems like there's no exit. Oh, well.

[disreguarded]

[ SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO MAKE MORBID JOKES FOR COPING ]

Yeah, see, I hate the no exit thing. That's the worst part of this. [ she takes another drink. ] Didn't catch your name.

[wowcool]

Ah, I'm sorry. It's Anaido! I don't remember my full name.

[He outstretches a hand to shake.]

And you?

[disreguarded]

[ she takes his hand and shakes it firmly! ]

Beau. Wait, why don't you remember your full name?

[wowcool]

[Nice! A good solid handshake! He draws back and gives her a finger-gun and a wink for good measure.]

Nice to meet you, Beau! [And a light shrug.] I don't know! I have some kind of amnesia, so...I don't remember a lot about myself. I assume it's part of it.

[disreguarded]

[ oh my god, she loves the finger gun. a beat. and then she does it back? hell yeah. ]

Shit, that sucks. Did you hit your head or something?

[wowcool]

[He is absolutely pleased she does a finger-gun back. IT SPREADS.]

I don't know. I remember investigating a murder in a desert...but, ah, the details are fuzzy.

[disreguarded]

[ she's gonna teach it to other people, just you watch. ]

Oh, shit, are you like some kind of detective, maybe? Or did you just find a body? That happens.

[wowcool]

I don't remember much about myself, but I know for a fact that I'm a brilliant detective. The girl's name, the one who died...was Kaeru-kun.

[He almost seems a bit bittersweet when he says the name, like he's reminiscing about an old friend.]

[disreguarded]

[ she frowns. ]

Huh. [ another drink. the bittersweet tone gets her to offer the bottle again. ]

[wowcool]

[He blinks at the offered bottle, and then gives her a grateful smile.]

Thanks. [And he'll take a swig, wincing again.] Ah, this is just really a miserable bit of circumstances, isn't it?

[disreguarded]

[ she laughs a bit at that. she is maybe a little tipsy, by now. ]

It sure fucking is. I'm really - not looking forward to doing this a second time, man.

[wowcool]

Look on the bright side! Maybe you'll die in the first week like I did.

[A short laugh.]

I'm kidding. But somehow even a quick death sounds nice right now.

[disreguarded]

[ continued here ]