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

[slobjection]

[ he just follows sanji's gestures with a bemused expression. ]

With great difficulty. But it's never too late to learn a new skill, is it?

[ kill him ]

[concasse]

[he is gonna be RUNNING for those murder proposals]

At least turn off the goddamn heat!!

[Actually Phoenix might kill Sanji first at this rate]

[slobjection]

Oh, is it still on?

[ he moves to turn it off but like extremely slowly. ]

[concasse]

-- You're just fucking around, aren't you?

[slobjection]

[ or is he just this bad at cooking?? mystery. ]

Maybe a little.

[ ok he finally turns the heat off. ]

[concasse]

Tch! Your ass is lucky I can't kick you through a wall right now.

[Shonen nonsense. Anyway, Sanji relaxes a beat once the heat is off... and then stiffens up again when he looks at that toast]

You better eat all of it, too!

[slobjection]

I wouldn't recommend it. Things have a tendency to bounce around here.

[ this beautiful piece of charcoal. god. ]

Actually... I was making it for you.

[concasse]

[...]

Fine.

[And he holds out his hand to take it. Fork it over, jerk]

[slobjection]

[ sanji..... the bravest of them all. ]

[ present -> evidence -> burnt piece of toast. ]

Bon appetite.

[ slam it into his face ]

[concasse]

[The worst part is that Sanji eats it.

All of it.

Barely even flinching as he chews.

...]

Tastes like shit.

[NO KIDDING]

Now turn the stove back on, you're trying again.

[slobjection]

[ that's a real power move. phoenix is impressed, though it doesn't show on his face. ]

[ also: the pan is also burned. he is definitely not washing it unless explicitly told. ]

Any requests?

[concasse]

Don't play dumb; wash that first.

[Phoenix never should have admitted he was fucking around because now Sanji is a relentless hound and watching his eVERY MOVE]

And what else besides toast? Ain't no reason to disrespect bread like that.

[slobjection]

[ this is so much effort..... phoenix sighs dramatically, but then washes the pan. ]

It's my specialty.

[ is it??? ] But I can be flexible.

[concasse]

Specialty? [A scoff]

Burning the food, or being a coy asshole?

Because I only got faith you can pull off one of those things without supervision.

[Boys what are you doing]

[slobjection]

A little bit from column a..... a little bit from column b.

[ at least he admits it (????) ]

I suppose I can try a grilled cheese.

[ that's still bread. ]

[concasse]

[Y'know what? Sanji can respect a self-aware asshole. Maybe.]

Fine. Then what would the next step be after washing the pan?

[he is literally going to herd this disaster to the finish line, so help him]

[slobjection]

[ sanji please he doesn't deserve your respect. ]

Get bread and cheese.

[ sanji does not deserve this ]