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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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I don't know.
[ They both look pretty absurd in their 90s camp gear, which makes how somber he sounds kind of ridiculous, but he doesn't care about how it looks in the slightest. ]
Do you suppose we're here to atone?
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It's Dimitri who makes her smile soften into something a little more sad. ]
Is that how you viewed it?
[ She shakes her head. ]
No. Whatever wrongs you think you did and for whatever I've done, whatever is going to happen here likely won't be anything like that.
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There's not exactly room to avoid anyone in this horrible metal box. It's cramped and full of too many people who have been through the same experience they have. It's basically a tinderbox. For all that Dimitri feels, he's not willing to spark anything right now; he's restrained, if not obviously tense. ]
I suppose it's not an explanation that works for everyone here. [ People like Flayn hadn't done anything to 'deserve' a second go at this. If that's what this even is. ]
I have to wonder if we're here for any reason at all.
[ He'd never figured out if the island had summoned them, specifically, besides out of dumb, bad luck. ]
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Dimitri-san, you....
[ She presses her lips together until it morphs into a familiar enough smile. It's not the best time to get into how he views himself, and she won't mention how she feels that he thinks it may be for her. ]
Perhaps once we stop, we'll receive a hint. I did see some people interacting with that board on the second floor, but I don't know if they received any answers.
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Perhaps so.
[ The obvious answer seems to be More Murder, but that's not very specific and he's not going to acknowledge it preemptively anyway. ]
...Are you prepared to chase down answers again? [ All the progress they made last time, all the fighting they did to come out the other side alive—it's been wiped to nothing now. Time to start over. ]
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