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WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL
ARRIVAL | |
| â˝ FULL NAVIGATION â˝ LOCATIONS â˝ STATUSES â˝ IC PROFILES â˝ IC RULEBOOK â˝ MURDER PROPOSALS â˝ PCS â˝ CURFEW â˝ ??? â˝ ??? â˝ ??? |
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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are you fucking kidding him right now
is this how lorelei gets their kicks
Anyway, congratulations, he had an internal panic attack for about .2 seconds until he saw the hair and
well
yeah sorry Asch he's just watching for right now]
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a hallucination.
he blinks at the hallucination and
ignores it outright. it's not good mental health to acknowledge your breakdowns.]
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meanwhile watching him FIGHTING WITH MAJIMA, BAD IDEA
i mean get your ass kicked if you want but that's the worst way to do it]
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Guy will let the angry cactus with a face blow off some steam getting angry at a few other people before finally deciding, you know, enough's enough. He knows better than to touch him, but he's still striding close enough to let his voice travel, sharp and immediate.]
Asch.
Snap out of it before you kill someone.
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he tenses, scowls over his shoulder, and walks off. no. no way. nope. no no no.]
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he'll stand for a moment watching Asch run off, frowning tightly and seriously considering whether this is even worth the effort because really.... really....
...
Nah. There's... stuff that needs to be ironed out, before this inevitably blows up.
Fine. Time to pursue. Where the fuck you going, rooster boy?]
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he shuts the door. there's a sound of the lock turning.
eat shit]
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WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS
uuuuuugh he bops his forehead against the door and just. sighs.]
Asch, come on. Really???
[UGGGGH]
If you're not thrilled to see me, then deal with it later. I don't know what you even remember.
But we need to talk.
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there's a sound of the bathroom unlocking. but the door doesn't move.]
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He reaches for the handle.... and then stops himself short, letting his hand fall to his side.]
No. I'm not going to corner you about this.
Either come find me later, or open the door.
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You come in here.
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o
kay i guess we're opening the door]
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Close the door and lock it. [says Asch, perched petulantly on top of the toilet seat in his jorts and bloody t-shirt.
theres toilet paper in his nose to staunch the bleeding.]
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Wow he hates this.]
You really haven't changed much, huh.
[Without any more comment, he closes the door. Congratulations, we're now both crammed into the bathroom. I hope you are happy.]
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