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WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL
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| 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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It's Wei Wuxian. [As he starts to work on mixing a drink. Look he comes from ancient China, who cares what the drinking age is!!]
Where is it you come from, if not the boat?
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[That name is scratching at the back of his mind for some reason, but it's going to take him a moment to remember where he heard it before.]
Originally? Yokohama, in Japan. But right before this I was in some kind of fancy murder-mansion.
What's this boat you keep mentioning?
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[The monikers people's murdergames are getting are truly next level... Wild to think that the 15 year old version of their dead NPC was in the same game his nephew was in, though.
As he pours an alarmingly blue drink out into a cup:] The boat is where we were - the game I was from, that is. Demons were responsible for that one.
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[Speaking of that nephew, WWX is in for a wild ride when he finds out about Chuuya's tumultuous friendship with that guy.]
Did some of you guys turn into demons?
[He's looking at that blue drink too. Just what is it?]
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Monsters? What sort? [GOOD QUESTION. He slides the drink across the table and it absolutely reeks of strong liquor.]
As for us-- [Hm.] The demons possessed people, but no one turned into a demon while we were there.
[That was the fun afterparty.]
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'While you were there.'
[Reading between the lines here.]
There was a rat queen, a zombie, two fish-monsters, a...fire-bird-thing...and a couple others. But like, the people who turned into monsters weren't monsters to begin with. They got bit and infected with something. And then on Thursday nights they killed someone.
We had to find the monsters and vote them out so they wouldn't keep killing.
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