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

minako

[hydrogenetic]

Of course it's magic. That's almost generous from whoever put us here. [...he should not be relying on the hospitality of strangers when he's capable of making his own food, but also. Hungry...] How good are you with pancakes?

[muragas]

I am excellent with pancakes, provided I've got a valuable assistant.

[ she only has so many hands, after all! ]

Do you want chocolate chips in them or fruit?

[hydrogenetic]

Lucky you, I'm used to assisting. [He's not really, but he's also used to being his girlfriend's right-hand man so he doesn't mind at all.] If we're bound to be miserable on a bus going nowhere, chocolate chips are required.

[muragas]

Very true. Chocolate chip pancakes it is, then!

[ and with that, she'll link arms with him and drag him off in the direction of the kitchen. her assistant, now. :) ]

[hydrogenetic]

[OH OKAY, OFF THEY GO! He doesn't resist much but immediately follows because Minako's going to make him food and that's a nice bribe.]

Sounds good. So who am I assisting, exactly? [Your name plz.]

[muragas]

Minako Arisato. And who am I being assisted by, exactly?

[ namae wa? ]

[hydrogenetic]

Percy Jackson. Nice to meet you. [To the kitchen!!] You might be the first person I've run into here that actually knows how to cook decently.

[He knows nothing about Sanji or Kara's cooking skills yet.]

[muragas]

[ it's fine, they don't matter ]

Well, you're in luck then! I may not be pro-chef material, but I'm pretty handy in the kitchen. Your breakfast is in good hands, Percy-san.

[ and to start off this cooking adventure with the right foot, Minako will make a beeline for the cupboard!

... she pulls out a box of instant pancake mix. work smarter, and all that. ]

[hydrogenetic]

That makes me feel better already. [While she's busy grabbing for pancake mix, he'll start rooting around for a bowl for mixing.] We didn't have a lot of selections in the town...or people that really knew how to cook.

[muragas]

Oh, were you... one of the people who got stuck in the "wild west" themed place?

[ that's tragic. she pulls out a giant bag of semi-sweet chocolate chips as a consolation prize. and a fork, too! some people may swear by whisks, but she's always mixed her batter with a fork. ]

[hydrogenetic]

So you heard about that already. [There's an almost-sheepish grin. Let's grab the frying pan, too.] Yeah. I was there. You can understand why pancakes are almost exciting.

[muragas]

Just about it's existence. I imagine it was very... rugged, though.

[ don't forget the butter! and a spatula! ]

The island I was on was totally abandoned too, and I don't know anything about cooking while camping. So there was a lot of fruit in my diet while I was there.

[hydrogenetic]

We had a hotel we were staying in so it could've been worse. [Spatula get!! And butter....] I don't really know how to cook while camping since there's usually food along the way. The island kind of sounds terrible. How long were you stuck there?

[muragas]

[ she'll go ahead and measure out pancake powder into a bowl, followed by an appropriate amount of water. time to mix mix mix... ]

A couple weeks, I think. How long were you wandering the desert?

[hydrogenetic]

[He's being a teenage boy and sneaking some of the chocolate chips from the package to pop in his mouth while he watches.]

A couple of months for us. Almost two? Pretty sure Hal didn't want us to stay there any longer.

[muragas]

[ ... they would've all been dead if they'd been trapped on the island for that long ]

Go ahead and pour in the chocolate, and give it a good mix.

[ while he's doing that, she'll take a moment to turn the stovetop on and start heating the frying pan up. ]

Who's Hal?

[hydrogenetic]

[He does as instructed without any argument, still eating some of the chocolate chips while doing so.]

Hal was the robot in charge of running our game. Like a proxy for his alien employers that kidnapped us for a new round of this game they play for entertainment. He was kind of a huge asshole.

[muragas]

... I'm going to go out on a limb and guess that the game was who could kill each other the best? I think you'd have to be a huge jerk to help perpetuate something like that.

[ to put it mildly ]

[hydrogenetic]

Something like that. The more violent the death, the more entertaining it was. A few of us were pitted against each other, too, to hunt each other down. That was its own mess.

[muragas]

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she picks up the bag and pours more chocolate chips in to the batter. he deserves them. ]

[hydrogenetic]

[There's a snort.]

Thanks for your sympathy.

[muragas]

Sometimes, all you can do is try and eat your problems away.

[ well, the pan seems to be hot now! one quick coat of butter later, and she scoots over a bit so Percy has room ]

Go ahead and pour whatever size you want. I'll handle the flipping.

[hydrogenetic]

I just met you and already you understand everything about me. [He's kidding, of course, but he'll take the bowl and carefully tilt it to create a pretty big pancake.] There should be enough batter for both of us, right? I'm not the only one who deserves a break.

[muragas]

[ nice ]

Of course! At this size... there's probably enough for two each?

[ she eyeballs the amount remaining ]

Two or three, I think. And don't worry about it, cooking like this is my break. An opportunity to eat something familiar, and get that island cuisine taste out of my mouth.

[hydrogenetic]

Sounds good to me. [Go for it, flip master.] Let me guess. Lots of coconut, fish, and salt water in small doses? That sounds pretty island-y to me, but I've only been on a few islands before.