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

overflow for flayn!! new tag-ins are a-ok

[fishingforcompliments]

good morning(?);
[Well, this isn't how she expected her day to be going.

Flayn takes a few moments to let her surroundings sink in, then thinks back to the last thing she can remember. Frowning, she shakes her head.]

This cannot be...

[This is the part where she scans the crowd anxiously for any familiar faces. Honestly, she looks more and more ill-at-ease with every unfamiliar face she finds. This sure is a day.]

goodie bag;
[The clothing is strange. The items inside the fanny packs... well, they're a little strange, too. She's looking through hers, examining them all. When she gets to the dry shampoo, she turns it around to get a good look at it, not realizing that the nozzle is pointed right at her because she's never seen such a thing before.

Of course, she ends up spraying the dry shampoo right in her face.]

—ah!

[Well, now her eyes are stinging and she's coughing.]

the wheels on the bus;
[It's a little later on. Here's Flayn on the first deck, covering her ears and making a face.]

This music is terrible...

[Save her. Knock her out. Put her out of her misery.]

wildcard;
[hit me up with literally anything else my arms are open to all of you!! snag me on disco or bloodthirstiest if you want to plot first or have a pc!! though we may end up just having our characters aggressively whisper into each other's ears. sweats about the bus.]

ash

[fishingforcompliments]

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...it was meant to be over, though. We were supposed to go home.

[voidbreaker]

[ ... there's a pause, and he shrugs. ]

Yeah. Same.

But it's not, so I guess we gotta deal with it.

tsurumaru

[fishingforcompliments]

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Am I?

[huh. she's never really thought about it before.]

It is common courtesy to apologize when you have jostled someone, is it not?

[preowned]

You'd be surprised.

[ he can't say it's common when he's friends with kara, who is never polite. ]

akira

[fishingforcompliments]

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My name is Flayn.

[As far as first meetings go, this could have been worse. So -]

It is a pleasure to meet you, despite the circumstances. What should I call you?

[survivaltricks]

Akira.

[just Akira!]

And should I just call you Flayn? Not Flayn-san?

asch

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niji i thought you were going to sleep wtf. anyway, flayn bristles a little.]

I have a promise to keep. I cannot die needlessly, if there is even a small chance there is a way out of this that would require my death.

[getdrekt]

Hah!

[he outright laughs derisively at that one.]

We all have our promises. Sometimes, we die anyway.

Do you think yours is somehow more important than mine? Than anyone's?

dick

[fishingforcompliments]

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The people that you recognize... are they mainly people who did not hurt others, where you came from?

[MAYBE THIS IS JUST A GATHERING OF PEOPLE WHO WILL NOT MURDER...

SHE WANTS TO BELIEVE...

DON'T CRUSH HER HOPES, DICK]

[unpredicktable]

[ well. he doesn't have to crush her hopes because the technical answer is: ]

... Yeah. No one I recognize hurt people.

[ except himself! isn't that funny! it's SO funny. ]

magnus

[fishingforcompliments]

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...no, none whatsoever! Just Flayn is fine.

[ruffboi]

If you're sure. But I can always keep an eye out and hype one up. The key to getting a great nickname is to start telling people you have one until everyone calls you that.

taako

[fishingforcompliments]

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I am also very much not interested, so I suppose that works out.

[chaoticlootral]

I don't pride myself on optimism, but hey, maybe this one is just a great prank, and we'll all pinky promise not to start murdering each other like immediately.

[hm. Tugging on an ear while he thinks.]

Then again, all the knives are already gone.

yams

[fishingforcompliments]

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Flayn eases the dart out of her shoulder with the intention of putting it back with the other darts later. Ouch.

As for the question-]

I have had an assortment of them. It is an unfortunate effect of taking to the battlefield.

hikage

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Flayn gives an aggravated sigh.]

Honestly... would it really be so difficult for whomever is behind these abductions to leave us alone? This is getting rather old.

[psychedelica]

[ ... ]

Tell me more about where you came from.

zenitsu

[fishingforcompliments]

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Then I shall be sure to take good care of you.

[there there, zenitsu.]

Are you feeling a little better now?

[swordflash]

[An angel . . . An angel is here for him.]

Y-yeah.

[Just a bit. He finally climbs onto his feet.]

Your hair is really pretty!

dimitri

[fishingforcompliments]

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[Flayn's expression is serious as Dimitri speaks, and she gives his hand a very soft squeeze as he falls silent. What he's promising sounds wonderful. She feels much safer having him near, and yet...]

I cannot promise that, Dimitri. Not unless you swear to me that you will survive, as well. [She meets his eyes, and will not look away from his gaze.] Let us promise each other that we will look out for each other as comrades, and make it through this no matter what the cost. Although someday the time we share together will only be a memory, I do not want that day to come any sooner than it must.

[overruns]

[ Part of him had hoped that she would just let it be—let him make his broad, foolish promise to protect her without insisting the same from him. There was no chance she would let that slide though, would she? He's feeling a little pinned in place, his hand caught under hers as he goes quiet for a moment.

Finally: ]

...You are very stubborn, you know.

[ Says the Boar Prince, the most pigheaded man in all of Faerghus. ]

guy

[fishingforcompliments]

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She's never seen a reaction like that before, but he's so insistent, she'll let him have it...]

I am uninjured. Please do not worry.

[menially]

That's all that matters, then. Consider my worry soothed.

[He'll hesitantly climb back to his feet, only to offer her a formal bow.]

Please accept my humblest apologies. Could I ask your name?

minako

[fishingforcompliments]

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Do you think so?

[Hmm.]