WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL - OVERFLOW

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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

natalie

[coastal]

[from here]

... why is he ten.

[like

why.]

[successives]

That's a very good question that I haven't found the answer to. He acts like a chronically disappointed old man.

[coastal]

Oh, even worse.

[HOW IS THAT WORSE]

[successives]

Yeah, pretty much.

[...]

He's alright, I guess.

[That's her version of approval.]

[coastal]

[hmmm]

And the other two?

[successives]

Percy and Jason? They're...

[She hesitates for a moment, not wanting to get too sentimental, so:]

They're, uh, nice.

[coastal]

[ . . . she has trouble applying to herself but]

Friends?

[successives]

...I guess.

[She may have gotten marginally better at friendship over the last few months, but it's still weird to say. She does sound a little bit fond, though.]

[coastal]

[ . . . mm. she nods, understanding.]

Then I hope you all are able to protect each other - if it comes to that.

[successives]

[It's unclear whether it's the simple kindness of that statement that throws her off, or something else. Either way, her expression falters in surprise for a moment before she glances away.]

I'm sure it'll be fine. [Not really, but. After a brief, awkward hesitation:] ...Whoever you showed up with, too.

[coastal]

[ . . . right. to be fair, she'll point out ookurikara and tsurumaru from the crowd]

Ookurikara and Tsurumaru... They're - important to me.

[friends actually doesn't really say enough.]

I'm going to do my best to not let anything happen to anyone here, though.

[successives]

[She glances towards both of them, nodding as if to commit their names and faces to memory.]

...I wouldn't get your hopes up too high for that. I mean, not them specifically, but - the nothing happening to anyone part.

[It sounds callous, even if it's concerned in its own way. It just hurts more for the people who really believe everything will be fine.]

[coastal]

... I know, but I have to try. Or I won't be able to live with myself.

[she's really not made for apathy, even faking it.]

But I'm not out of touch with reality or anything. Our odds don't look good, but I'm sure we can manage something.

[successives]

[She could say that the 'something' they manage might be horrific, but her expression probably expresses it without her having to say anything. Anyways.]

Yeah, I guess so.