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WEEK ZERO: 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 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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I missed.
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[but she'll just huff before moving to walk past]
Either pick it up and follow, or put it back with the rest of the books. Regardless, make yourself useful instead of taking up space.
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and
throws it over his shoulder, expression perfectly blank
wow it's like he's being pointedly obtuse
fuckthepolice.gif]
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Right. I don't have time for this.
[AND SHE'S JUST GOING TO WALK AWAY
IS THE THREAD REALLY GOING TO END HERE]
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[she's well aware that she's probably going to run into a wall with this one but
oh well]
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Are you planning to burn them?
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[that's a no]
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This is another game.
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People's lives aren't a game.
[and even though she can understand what he meant by it, she... doesn't particularly care. she hates the term. she refuses to accept it.]
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I plan to.
Either before, after, or while I punch them in the face for forcing us into this situation.
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picks one up off the top
and chucks it at him]
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he snatches the book out of the air, and frisbees it back—this time, at the entire re-stacked pile.]
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[she'S CATCHING IT - which she can only do after training for weeks. it's still a very near thing. she sighs in relief before glaring back at him]
Ugh, if you're just going to be all doom and gloom, can't you bother someone else?!
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[pushing himself up, he dusts off his... jorts, scowls at them hugely and continues.]
Who are you. Explain yourself.
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[SHE HUFFS]
I owe you nothing.
[she's not giving her name to someone who she doesn't think deserves it]
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Or are you truly that incapable of shutting up?
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[and now she's just being petty and doesn't want him to have the last word
stupid]
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Leave you alone? I never planned to speak with you in the first place, woman! You're the one going around throwing books on people and telling them to get out of your way, then belittling them for daring to speak up!
Idiot!
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