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

[covenantal]

But how could it have? We won. I know I stayed with Love, but ... that was my choice. I knew what I was getting into. But even so, I still... we still should have--

I'm worried for the others. [ His voice is thick with it, his brow furrowing. It's the first real expression of his feelings he's shared with anyone. ] If we're here, does that mean everyone has scattered as well, to places such as this? Or did they go home, and simply we were chosen?

[ A pause. ]

Majima-san is here, as well.

[menially]

[His grip tightens on the glass, just for a moment, before relaxing. Everyone scattering... if it had happened to all of them, then...

...]

I don't know. Right now, I don't think any of us do. The fact that we remember something at all is a start, though.

[At the mention of Majima, Guy scoffs a little, working his jaw in just a slight irritation.]

Yeah. I saw. He wasn't exactly thrilled to see me.

I thought I spotted Chuuya as well, though I can't be sure.

[covenantal]

[ A weary nod. ]

I'm glad to have my memories, at least. We know what we're in for.

[ Yu will glance sideways at Guy, catching the irritation, his eyes betraying nothing. In the end he'll slowly nod. ]

That would make four of us, if you're right.

... I'd like to talk, you and I. If we could.

[ Not like this. ]

[menially]

Anything helps right now, I'm sure. People seem to be familiar with each other in one way or another. If there's a trend, we'll need to figure it out. Until then, I think ignoring ties to each other would be pretty foolish.

[Ties, not bonds. Because hahahahah. Anyway.

He'll pause at that, taking a dry look around their confined quarters before glancing back at Yu, voice wry.]

Pretty sure that's what we're doing, but sure. Not many other places to just sit and chat, right?

[You have any better ideas?]

[covenantal]

[ At the word "ties," Yu's eyes flash up to meet Guy's own. And for a second they are terrifyingly intense, the only piece of him that isn't studiously at ease.

... but his gaze slides away, like water rolling down a pane of glass.

Firmly: ]

I'm sure we can find a quiet corner somewhere.

[menially]

You always were pretty optimistic.

[He regards his glass again.]

Now, or later?

[covenantal]

[ ...

softly. so softly: ]

And how far did that ever get me?

[ Yu passes a hand in front of his eyes. He'll turn to face Guy. ]

Now.

[menially]

Farther than you'd give yourself credit for.

[A beat. He'll tip his glass back to finish it in one long, unbroken swig, planting the cup down onto the countertop with a rough exhale. Without much fanfare, he swings his legs off the stool and rises back to his feet, nodding to the side for them to find somewhere not!here.]

Alright, then.

Now it is.