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

[unpredicktable]

[ wh ]

Were you guys collecting mythical creatures?

[survivaltricks]

Sssssome of us were turning into them.

[and then killing people but. you know]

We also had an eldritch horror house, three cute girls with animal ears, and a shape-shifting eternal being who couldn't decide on a singular form to take.

[unpredicktable]

Slow down, you're making our demon possession cruise ship look tame. [ casually. ] So people turned into monsters and killed people, I assume?

[survivaltricks]

Bingo.

[got it in one!1]

And your people were possessed by demons and did the same?

[unpredicktable]

Yep. Which means nothing good about why we might have ended up here.

[ more murder, all the time? ]

[survivaltricks]

If we've already covered demons and monsters, then there's only one more thing for us to deal with.

[. . .]

[does a JAZZ HANDS gestures at one of the four (4) seats on the buss]

Manspreading.

[unpredicktable]

Is it manspreading if there's forty of us and four seats? I think it's more like sardine-ing. Up to and including the smell.

[survivaltricks]

You're right, but can you imagine what would happen if someone tried to manspread while we're packed together like sardines?

It'll be chaos.






The bus just might implode.

[unpredicktable]

[ he looks thoughtful ]

I'm willing to test it if an implosion will let us out of the bus.

[survivaltricks]

[as seriously as he can manage, expression completely unreadable]

You're the bravest man I know.

[unpredicktable]

[ he assumes? akira is shitposting? ]

Thanks. I'll make sure to do it as far away from women as I can, though. Just in case.

[survivaltricks]

[Akira is absolutely shitposting]

[evident by the way he just. . . laughs, a breathless and light sound]

I'm Akira, by the way. And you are?

[unpredicktable]

Dick. [ and because he knows how that sounds like, at all times: ] And yeah, I willingly choose to go by that.

[survivaltricks]

[a long, long pause]








No wonder your friend is trying to hook you up right out of the gate.

[unpredicktable]

I-- no, that's part of a ... way longer story.

[ he's literally face palming ]

I really don't need help with hook ups. [ a beat as he realizes that sounds. braggy. and it's true, but: ] --As in, I don't want any, not... the other thing.

[survivaltricks]

[oh my god!!]

[and, with a perfectly even expression]

I don't know, I feel like it might be the other thing, too.

You've got a lot going for you.

[unpredicktable]

[

huffs ]

Thanks, but no one's got a lot going for them in socks and sandals. [ it's light. ]

[survivaltricks]

No, but some of us work them better than others.

[equally as light!]

[unpredicktable]

i hate this