notagain | WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL

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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[he turns slowly to stare at phoenix. and blinks.]

Uh.

Yeah.

[because it was either five minutes or five millenias ago]

You alright?

[ like, obviously not but you know ]

[this seems like a fine time to be honest

nah. let's ignore the question.]

Where are we.

A bus.

[ this explains nothing. ]

Seems like we're not going home after all.

[something extremely petulant drifts across his expression, morphing into something between fury and... pouting.]

That damn... Blue. We never should have trusted them. Any of them.

Don't think that's it. There are a lot of people here who've had similar experiences in other places. I think we were intercepted on our way home by a new threat.

[ phoenix is throwing him a bone by being straightforward so enjoy it while it lasts, asch ]

[it's not overlooked. he stares at phoenix for a moment, nonplussed, then looks away with a huff.]

Great.

[he looks like he's trying to muster something else together, but instead, he just repeats himself.]

Just... great.

[angery.]

[ no talk im angy ]

Yeah, we're all on the same page there.

[there's a huff again, but... something approaching personable.]

Well? Now what.

Not too much we can do at the moment. Just explore and try to gather intel.

... There is a kitchen.

[ if he wants to anger bake ]

[he scoffs, but it's nearly humored.]

Intel. What have you got.

Everyone here has been in a situation like ours before. Murders were forced through coercion or possession.

... That's about as far as we've gotten, so far.

[ now it's asch's turn!! ]

[...]

I recognize someone.

From home?

[ interesting. ]

Yeah.

[...]

You said everyone here was in a similar situation. How similar.

Murder similar.

[ that similar, yeah. ]

[UGH]

Got it.

[...]

Thanks.

[ ya welcome. ]

No sense in standing around like this. Why don't we explore a little?

Hmph.

[he pushes himself to his feet, dusting himself off. the bus rocks, and he stumbles, grabbing on to phoenix's arm for balance--then pushes away, as if he's been burned, giving the taller man a look like all of that was somehow his fault.]

Fine. I want to see who else is around.