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ARRIVAL

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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.

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[ STOP. DON'T MAKE THEM KIN ALREADY.

She tilts her head, as she tries to think of a spicy dish. It's more like making a dish spicy. ]

I'll take that trade. [ Why not? They're stuck on this bus. If she dies from food poisoning, it's fine. ] I don't mind spicy, but I can't say I enjoy the sensation of my mouth burning, so let me try something that's mild for you.

[ Which she guesses is medium for most people, at the very least from the way he speaks. ]

Of course! I can do that. Hah, I had a very good teacher on the boat - he's here, actually! Taako, brilliant chef.

[Just casually shoves more people into Taako's food preppin' arms. In the meanwhile, he'll mosey his way over to the pantry, propping the door open.]

Have any flavor preferences? Sour, salty? Vegetables you like or don't like?

Which one is he?

[ No profiles yet, so who knows whose name she knows? ]

I'm fine with all vegetables. It doesn't do to be picky, and savory is my preference.

[ Make her something UMAMI. ]

The one with pointed ears, pretty face, blond hair! [Surely that will help, amidst all 40+ of them. Actually--] He's very loud and distinct and he'll probably show up here sooner or later, since he likes kitchens.

[He loves Taako and yet his description is so.........

this.

ANYWAY, umami it is.]

Wonderful, wonderful! Leave it to me! What's your name, by the way? Mine's Wei Wuxian.

The one talking about demons?

[ That should help narrow it down a little. There aren't too many people here with pointy ears. ]

I'm Kocho Shinobu. I hope we can get along.

[ She starts grabbing stuff that she thinks that will go well with wasabi. Perhaps a sushi bowl. Was that a thing in the Taisho Era? It is now. ]

Mm, that's the one. That was what we had to contend with.

[THE DEMONS... The sex demons. Terrible.]

But it's good to meet you, circumstances aside! [As he continues RUMMAGING. Eventually he's got a good solid armful of ingredients, and he moves over to the opposite side of the cramped counterspace to start working.] And good to know we have more than one capable cook here, haha.

Will you tell me about demons from your point of view?

[ Curiously, innocently, obviously for no deeper meaning. ]

My, you don't know for certain I'm a capable cook yet.

[ All she's done is offer to cook for people. ]

[Can't believe Shinobu is trying to see who she's going to have to clothesline for real.]

The ones we had to deal with were some of the most horrid and insufferable creatures I've ever had to spare a scrap of time on in my life.

[Which is putting it mildly, honestly... As for that:]

Would you volunteer if you weren't capable? It does sound like it'd be hilarious, but I feel that's not the case, here!

[ yea

But that's a valid descriptor of most demons in her mind, so he passes for now. ]

Most demons I've come across are a waste of breath.

[ She says that pretty cheerfully. ]

We've only known each other for five minutes, but my sister always approved of my cooking.

[THAT SEEMS LIKE A PERSONAL BIAS AGAINST DEMONS IF HE'S EVER SEEN ONE. His brow furrows a little.]

You're from the island, yes? [Since he's already talked to Giyuu...] But there weren't any demons there. Have you run into them elsewhere?

[They are thinking of Entirely Different Demons for now and it's very bad.]

Does she? Mine would shoo me out of the kitchen any time I'd try to make something after I burned a hole through one of our woks.

[HE SAYS, CUTTING VEG LIKE IT'S NO BIG DEAL. It's fine he figured cooking out eventually.]

don't ruin woks

WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL

SLINGSHOTS YOU STRAIGHT TO THE MOON

WHAT THE FCK team rocket's blasting off again,

wuxian that's right,

i hate this

you must accept the extension of all jokes you make

no i am running

clothesline u

STOP THIS FREE ME

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