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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. |
wheels on the bus
[At her comment, he just lightly shakes his head.]
I don't know, I think it's catchy.
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[It's both comforting to see a familiar face, and disquieting - they were meant to be going home.]
...truly? You enjoy this sort of music?
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[He....LIKES that it's a bunch of earworms?? Huh.]
Do you want to go upstairs? There's some other music up there, though it's similar...
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[Maybe the other music will be less aggravating.]
Perhaps it will be a bit quieter up there. Here, I can hardly hear myself think.
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[And he's already moving to lead the way to the second level.]
I don't think I expected to see you again, Flayn.
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I did not expect to see you again, either. ...do not misunderstand me, I am glad to see you! But...
[Why are they here and not where they were supposed to be...]
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We were supposed to be on a boat, right? But it didn't work out. [He smiles, but its bittersweet, this time.] Out of the frying pan, and into the fire.
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...do you think that we are going to have to... [Her voice trails off, and she looks down at her hands.] ...will it become dangerous, again?
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It's likely. Many people here have had similar experiences like us before coming here, Flayn.
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[uuuuuughhhh!! she hates this!!]
But I thought that this was meant to be... over.
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[Anaido purses his lips, thoughtful.]
In my profession as a brilliant detective, this is usual. At least, I think it is. I don't remember, but being thrown from one place to another...its what I do.
You, on the other hand...I don't know why you would be here. Or anyone else, for that matter. Does this vehicle want murders, this time...?
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[It's unlikely, and from the look on her face she knows it's unlikely, but she wants to believe it.]
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[A pause.]
Well, maybe this is just a strange dream. But dreams aren't always shared, you see.
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[She sighs heavily.]
It would be nice if this was simply a bad dream, but...
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[???]
We don't have weapons, though...to defend ourselves, I mean. That's good and bad, I suppose.
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...our powers are not working, either. It appears as though they have evened the playing field again.