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

[voidbreaker]

i. first deck

[ hopefully all of y'all are in the "think fast" kind of mood, because there's literally no warning at all before some guy just throws his stupid tiny bag right at one of the windows.

he has the reflexes to duck when it comes ricocheting back pretty much immediately, dropping down so that it sails over his head!

but do you? ]

ii. dos deck

[ like 0.3 seconds after bag-gate, ash has just dragged his ass up the ladder and is sat the bar area - there's a glass tumbler in front of him, and he's leaning on one elbow and pouring a solid glass of what looks like whiskey into the tumbler. if you sit yourself down at the bar opposite him, he does literally nothing to acknowledge you and certainly doesn't offer to pour you a drink. in fact, he kinda looks like he'd rather you just kept walking. ]

Other drinks are available. Feel free to grab 'em.

[ and touch his at your peril.

... unless you're a blues native, in which case he still won't offer you a drink, but rather than brush you off, eventually pipe up: ]

I didn't actually think I'd miss that stupid house, but at least it had a bit more legroom.

iii. seating area

[ ash is here, and he's nabbed one of the cushioned sofa seat... things, and sprawled out in it. he's not really paying much attention to what's around him, but he does frown thoughtfully at the dart board hanging on the wall. ]

...

... if this shit is what I think it is, then having sharp, shiny ass darts hanging around like that's kinda like pouring gasoline right next to an open flame.

first deck

[fishingforcompliments]

[she isn't expecting that, so. thwap! fanny pack to the face.]

Ouch..!

[voidbreaker]

[ wow britt way to make me feel bad. ]








... Incoming?

i

[unfriendliest]

[ kara half-dodges out of pure reflex - but more importantly, he catches the stupid fanny back, stares at it for a moment, and looks over at ash. ]

You dropped this.

[voidbreaker]

[ nice. ]

Thanks.

[







he throws it at the window again, but harder. ]

i

[applechemist]

[ ... Escha gets hit in the back of the head. ]

Ouch! Come on, the windows never break. Locked doors, maybe, but not the windows.

[ Well, she doesn't sound angry, at least? Just whiny. ]

[voidbreaker]

[ oh my god that's two tiny girls who need reflex lessons. ]

I'm letting the anger out. Something, something, it's therapeutic.

[ uggggggggggggggggh. ]

You're not seeing double or anything?

iii

[axilium]

[belph is fiddling with a dart with perfectly innocent motives, probably.]

Is it? I mean, this is a step down from an armoury, meat-eating swans, and minotaurs.

[voidbreaker]

[ doubt ]

[ ash just raises at hand: ]

Or multiple fires, a sea monster, and mirror claws surrounded by acid that liked to straight up dissolve a guy's leg.

seating area

[successives]

[Hm. She looks at him for a moment, curiosity tinged with worry, before she shrugs.]

Share with the class, then. What do you think this is?

[voidbreaker]

[ time to rain on her parade ]

Last time I woke up in a weird as hell place with a bunch of people I didn't know, over half of them ended up dead.

iii!

[overruns]

[ Well, given everything that's happened recently, he's not exactly wrong. Still, hearing that, Dimitri frowns slightly. ]

...I should hope we don't have to view everything as a threat.

[ Darts are old-fashioned enough that even Dimitri recognizes them, carefully picking one up as though to test the heft of it. ] What do you believe this is?

[voidbreaker]

... Well, that's a dart. And that's a dartboard. [ he mimes throwing it. ]

iii

[wisterin]

I hope none of us would resort to that so soon.

[ But she's not exactly disagreeing with him. ]

[voidbreaker]

Hope, and what actually happens are two very different things.

[ getaway killed half its cast in two weeks shINOBU ... ]

ii.

[recrypt]

[ she's probably just lounging in one of the beanbags partway down the bus, peering at him even though he's upside down, so. yeah, here they are. ]

More leg room, and a better dress code too, as it turns out.

[voidbreaker]

[ they're having the best time. ash just lifts and w a v e s a hand. ]

Yeah, definitely a better dress code and I never thought I'd say that about those bullshit suits.

iii!

[givethemhell]

[He's just sprawled out near the bookshelf still, and might even be easy to spot on first glance since he's surrounded by so many books on the floor now. But he'll pipe up anyway:]

Do you think so? Most of the people who killed didn't use what was readily available, where we came from.

[That's perhaps because they could buy shiny dildos and murder heelies from the sex store, though.]

[voidbreaker]

[ i'm immediately so tired goodbye aki. ]

Most people where I just came from turned into giant monsters, except for the creepy photographer who was just doing whatever he wanted I guess. Nice thought, still doesn't mean people aren't gonna get darted.

iii

[extracrispy]

If you're thinking of the same thing I'm thinking, then I say someone is asking for an ass kicking. [...] And for all their shiny darts to be thrown down the toilet.

i.

[machinetranslation]

[Threepio doesn't have anything even kind of approaching "reflexes" so the bag thwaps him square in the face, sending him tumbling back into the opposite wall. Thankfully, he doesn't feel pain! Not that you could tell from his worried, pitiful cry.]

Oh dear!!

ii

[baori]

[ in a world where he would care more, he'd be concerned with how old ash looks and why is ash drinking but honestly? if they're about to be trapped to be murder or be murdered again, drinking is fine. live hard and die young? something like that?? giyuu doesn't know that saying but it's fine.

that also said, he'll steer clear of the alcoholic beverages for the moment. the man was looking for some tea but instead he finds himself hard liquor. frowns. ]

...house?

[ clearly not his home?? ]

i.

[muragas]

[ she was not! but she's also already been smacked in the face once today, so this time her hands reflexively go up.

she looks down at the object she was assaulted with. ]

... If you don't want it, I'll take it off your hands.

[ it's not even that tacky ]

i

[hydrogenetic]

[Given who he is as a person, his right hand immediately comes up and catches the fannypack midair before he gives Ash a deadpan look.]

You dropped this.

iii

[shortforever]

Better steal the darts and hang onto them for yourself.

[Hi, he's plopping down in one of the seats near Ash.]