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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Me too.

[ even tho he made a huge fucking mess in their room before. ]

Sure. If no rooms, then curfew buddies.

[ poor plum just swerving their room entirely like nope, don't get paid enough for this.

also, ugh, curfew. she groans. ] Curfew. Fuck. Okay, yeah. [ she peers up at him with a disgruntled look. ] There's no way anybody is going to get away with killing people in a tiny space like this, man.

[ no one got paid enough to touch their room, tbh. ]

Either there'll be a way around it or our real destination lies ahead of us.

[ truth. ]

Maybe this time we can go somewhere fun. Like a festival or something. At least let me throw axes at targets before I die a horrible death.

My guess is beach.

[ what with... the outfit.... ]

[ she glances down at her outfit. somehow it's less horrendous than what she was wearing in the mansion. ]

I could see it. Except for the socks and sandals. [ which she does not have on, she's barefoot. fuck socks. ] ... Please don't tell me you go to the beach in socks and sandals, Phoenix.

[ phoenix's outfit is worse in some respects, especially because he looks so comfortable in it ]

Why not?

[ it's impossible to tell if he's joking or not ]

[ why is phoenix so lame ]

I can't believe I don't have a fucking sandal to smack you with.

Maybe you should try it... socks and sandals. You might even like it.

[ the dark side ]

[ she reaches up to push his face again!!! ]

No, really, I'd rather die than follow in your fashion footsteps. [ beau you literally wore phoenix's hat for like 3 weeks ]