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

damian overflow

[bittybat]

i. wake up (put on a lil makeup)

[Honestly, he doesn't even make any grand show of looking himself over. His green eyes drop over the shirt, the scrunchie, the shorts, the sock-sandals.

Very slowly, he closes his eyes. He doesn't even get up immediately, just sits trying to retain some form of chill he doesn't have.]

I'm going to kill that bot.

ii. kitchen?

[When anyone opens one of the cabinets hanging above the sink and oven, they are greeted by: ingredients (maybe?), and uno child who is sitting, knees up and just short of the shelf, inside.

He takes one look, and then reaches out to snatch the door from whoever it is.] Search for your own hidden respite in this automotive hellscape. [And then he slaps the cabinet door shut again.]

flayn

[bittybat]

[from here]

Obviously. But you should prepare for the outcome being centered around murder, or, at the very least, death.

Such as all of us dying as a way to return home period.

[fishingforcompliments]

...

Last time it was about half of us that needed to die for us to return home. Why would it suddenly be all of us?

[bittybat]

[Flayn is a sweet summer child who happens to know the word bullshit.]

Because "last time," we all were required to die to have access to the train to return home.

[fishingforcompliments]

[the fact that she was taught that word is a blessing, thank you anna

anyway hmmm, this sounds bad.]

I see... hopefully, that is not the case now. It would be rather unpleasant to die.

[there's an unspoken "again" there.]

[bittybat]

[STOP, I MADE A MISTAKE]

Even if all of us being dead is not the outcome we need to return home... I suspect many of us are going to die because we'll be required to kill.

ashhole

[bittybat]

[from here]

Stop.

[He is just going to grab Ash's wrist! He has a surprisingly powerful grip for someone his age, and it's actually really hard to budge him.]

he's a good boy

[voidbreaker]

[ Fair. ]

Shift so I can grab something, and I'll leave you alone. [ he's not leaving without ingredients? ]

no

[bittybat]

[He narrows his eyes skeptically. After a moment, he lets Ash's wrist go.]

Just tell me what you want.

yes

[voidbreaker]

[ geez. ]

Pasta, tomato sauce, herbs, salt, and any kind of dry, cured meat they've got in there.

[bittybat]

[He doesn't struggle to hurry for the ingredients, like he thinks he'll forget. Ash is pretty much finished with the list when he starts taking things from his organized sections.

Pasta, he hands out. Without looking, he reaches above him to the second shelf to take down a can of sauce, hands it out. The only meat Ash gets is beef jerky.]

Spices are in the sliding drawer.

[He points. The lil slim one shoved between the tall cabinets and the counter.]

aschhole

[bittybat]

[from here]

I'll put a foot-sized dent in your face if you try.

[It doesn't sound like an exaggeration.]

[getdrekt]

I'm looking forward to seeing you try.

[wow it must be week 0, because Asch is trying to fight a child!!!!!

with no warning whatsoever (because if there was warning, he'd probably dig his little child feets in???) Asch grabs an arm and a leg, and attempts to pry the limpet from his hole.]

[bittybat]

[I have no idea what to say other than Damian can fight very well, unfortunately. No ten year old should be able to fight this well, but here we are.

He draws his hand back a bit, and then tries to slam Asch's hand and fingers against the edge of the cabinet. The grab leg gets jerked down when it's pulled out, but he has a second one.

Which he just tries to kick Asch in the face with his bare, socked foot.]

[getdrekt]

[holy shit

he barely dodges the kickyfoot, and grimaces on the handslam, but holds on none the less, using his whole (adult) bodyweight to pull the kid outta there, grappling with him.

the fact that he's seriously following up on his threats kinda is... interesting? awesome?? there's certainly a sense of awe on Asch's face.]

[bittybat]

[Interestingly enough, Damian doesn't bother scrambling to hold onto the cabinet to stay inside. He lets Asch pull him out, but rather than floundering around, he immediately let's himself fall forward.

He spindles his whole body feet-first over one side of Asch's shoulder, like a slippery eel, forcing Asch to let go of his leg or risk having the arm bent back badly. It wouldn't be a bad escape so long as Asch didn't try to grab his torso or hair before disappearing, but Damian isn't trying to escape, it seems.

Bringing his arm around Asch's neck under the chin, he absolutely tries to clothesline Asch over backward onto the floor with his weight.]

dick

[bittybat]

[dick is so young and naive and pure

well maybe not pure]

Brown has a big mouth. [He rolls his eyes.] I should.

I'm his son. His blood son.

[unpredicktable]

Maybe. It's saved us some awkwardness, didn't it? [ he's calm because the rest of the sentence is what he Didn't want to hear. yikesies. ] Right. Makes sense. With-- who?

[ it sounds a little strangled despite himself because he has a guess, based entirely on damian's appearance and bruce being the same brand of terrible across universes, but he hates that guess ]

[bittybat]

[If the awkwardness of Dick's desperation to hear it's not as bad as he thinks it is bothers Damian, he doesn't show it. His piercing eyes carefully watch Dick's face.

Is Dick ready to close his eyes for eternity?]

Talia al Ghul.

[unpredicktable]

[ dick is internally closing his eyes forever, yeah. his eyes are closed. he cannot see. he expected that, though, and despite the mild look of long suffering for a second, he nods ]

Sounds about right. [ bruce, god dAMN it. ] Alright. I won't ask more details, since I'd rather not add "potentially disrupting the time stream" to the list of things I've got to worry about. [ there's a beat before he smiles, light ] Although I did hear you demanded to be Robin, so it sounds like you were a pretty good fit for the job from the get-go.

[bittybat]

[no, dick, please ask him about how he came to be born. it's a really fun story.]

As if the time stream isn't already going to potentially be disrupted because of all of this. [No, do NOT smile at him, Dick Grayson.] A butchered recount. I won the title, as it is my birthright.

I am the best Robin that Batman has ever had.

Stephanie stop being lazy francy

[bittybat]

Honestly, I do not trust your standards of friendship. So I'll judge their accountability for myself.

[😒]

[vigilantics]

I don't want to hear that from you.

[ punk ass...... ]

[bittybat]

I don't have friends, so you get to hear it.

[HE SAYS THIS LIKE IT'S NO BIG DEAL, LIKE IT'S A GREAT THING NOT TO HAVE FRIENDS

he has friends it's fine]

[vigilantics]

You probably have friends.

[ she

thinks ]