WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL

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ARRIVAL

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PASSENGERS: 41 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.

Comments

[slobjection]

i. (bakura voice) not ageeiin;

[ this guy looks far too comfortable in his fanny pack and socks and sandals. that's how you know he's a monster. he's also got denim jorts on. it's quite a sight to behold. ]

[ he's also set himself up comfortably in the reading corner, with books tossed around, on the floor, strewn around haphazardly, and bottles of grape juice everywhere. they will spill the next time they hit a bump. it's a fucking mess. it's already a fucking mess. how did he do this. he's already drank two bottles??? ]

Just doing some light reading. Anything look familiar?

[ he presents a particularly gruesome horror book to your face. ]

i. mamma mia here we go again;

[ wow, why is there smoke coming out of the kitchen??? what the fuck??? did someone try to burn the bus down? ]

[ it's this guy!!! he's... got burnt toast? really burnt toast? it's kind of smokey in here. yikes. ]

Hungry?

[ someone kill him. ]

iii. get a clue;

[ meanwhile in the dining area.... phoenix has set up a game of clue. he's still drinking grape juice. he smiles at you as you come in.]

Remind you of anything?

[ is this foreshadowing. ]

wildcard;

[ hit me ]

iii.

[recrypt]

[ listen binch, she found that one in the last investigation.

deadpan: ]

No. If precedent holds, then whatever this is shouldn't be anywhere to be found in the things here.

[ would she know about common early 21st century boardgames, i'm saying yes because blues. ]

So! Found any copies of Game of L*fe here?

[slobjection]

[ some people were dead, check your privilege ]

Can't say I've heard of any bus board games.

[ hon hon ]

Not quite. But maybe they're saving it for next week, when we get to do a bonding exercise.

iii

[disreguarded]

-- Phoenix! [ oh, the look of relief on her face. ]

What is that? [ she goes right over to him, and - reaches to grab his arm. he's solid, right? he's alive. ] -- Wait, please tell me you know who I am.

[slobjection]

[ she gets his arm!! it is in fact solid ]

[ he gives her an exaggerated stare as if trying to place her face (bc he's a dick), then smiles. ]

Seems like we've hit a bump in the road on our way home, Beau...

[ yeah it's definitely shitty hobodad ]

obligatory two i's joke (also burnt toast)

[shortfornow]

[ He's investigating the smoke when he sees him. Looking at the toast, and then looking at him. ]

Wanted to live up to the name again?

[ Smokey bird. ]

[slobjection]

I was just preparing you a little snack. I might have left it on a little too long.

[ shut up, phoenix. ]

i.

[voidbreaker]

[ at least it's not goddamn questionable pudding. ]

C'mon, we can't crack a window open down here if you're gonna smoke us out.

[slobjection]

[ .... yet. ]

Would you prefer a pudding instead?

[ this shit again. ]

iii

[applechemist]

It reminds me of when we had more space to move around in!

[ Reality is sinking in and Escha is getting sassy, apparently. There are so many rooms in Clue! What a luxury! That's all she's thinking. ]

[slobjection]

[ a sassy young woman..... watch out, or you'll be his new sidekick, escha. ]

That was a simpler time, yes....

iii

[survivaltricks]

[. . . . . .]

If I walk out of the room right now, would you come after me?

[FUCK CLUE]

[slobjection]

Making an old man chase after you? How heartless....

[ gosh, akira. ]

ii

[concasse]

-- Listen, I know we don't know each other, but--

[Pointing directly at him]

I will find a way to launch you out of this shitty bus if you touch the kitchen ever again.

[slobjection]

Everyone has to start somewhere.

[ please note even though this toast is so burnt, he has not turned the heat off. ]

ii!!

[overruns]

[ Wow, bus ventilation is really not good enough for something like this. He gives Phoenix a Look, but eventually his gaze droops to the toast, looking a little more piteous. ]

Famished, actually.

[ He's gonna try and pluck it out of his hand. ] Here, let me have that one.

[slobjection]

[ it is so burned. so burned. and the heat is still on. ]

Bon appetit.

[ it's your funeral, dimitri.... phoenix is just going to watch him curiously. ]

i

[haw]

[ he's not paying attention at all to the book that phoenix is trying to shove at him, because there's something else that catches his attention and requires commenting on: ]

Man, an' I thought I looked like shit.

[slobjection]

I actually feel quite comfortable.

[ the fanny pack is on full display. this is indeed a sorry sight. ]

i!

[givethemhell]

[WOW this is another slob dad after his own slob dad heart... Incredible. He just invites himself into this messy space, moving a pile of books over to sit down and get a better look at that book.]

—Unfortunately yes! Though I'd guess the answer is the same for everyone here, hm?

ii.

[chaoticlootral]

[STOP FUCKING UP THE KITCHEN

he's already being threatened, but, you know what, threatening again--]

Get. Out.

i

[shortforever]

..yeah. You look pretty damn familiar.

[And he looks absolutely fitting in those hideous clothes. Wow, what a dad-look.]

i 2.0

[extracrispy]

[................................]

If you're trying to start a bonfire, I think you should maybe wait until we're far, far away from anything with gasoline in it.

iii

[coastal]

[wh

what the fuck

she squints]

What part? The dining room? The juice? Some weird old man asking strange questions?

iii.

[muragas]

[ oh, is this an association game? she'll take a moment to consider the first things that come to mind. hmmmm....... ]

... A shady club with a sketchy monk that I definitely didn't sneak into. But also, civilization.