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

im going to mcfuckin' lose it - anyway new tag ins totally fine

[chaoticlootral]

arrival.

[Hey some of us can pull this look off okay. Obviously he's in the booty shorts, he came from Thots, and he's adjusting the . . . look a bit. Busying himself putting his hair up with the scrunchie, peeling those friggin socks off (if he throws it at you please return it), and tying the stupid tie-dye shirt into a crop. This is all fine. Grumbling to himself, mostly under his breath, but he's also just not super quiet.]

Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me, can't even suffer the terrible fuckin' fate of turning into a horrible demon without being bothered by more bullshit--]

wildcard me, binches.

[but seriously do]

[chaoticlootral]

[from here]]

Well, I'm not kidding-- I've been dead, like, loads, and this time is turning out to be a real fuckin' pain in the ass. Used to just zip through the line at the DMV and now, this.

[applechemist]

[ Not sure if she's more confused by multiple deaths or whatever the DMV is. ]

B-but if you've died before and this is all different, then doesn't that mean you probably aren't dying right now?

[chaoticlootral]

Or it means it's the end of the line for ol' Taako. Ran outta respawns! It's adios, Taako! The final curtain call.

This could be what death is just like. An endless bus ride, full of weirdos.

[applechemist]

Aw, don't be so gloomy. We can't jump to that kind of conclusion.

[chaoticlootral]

[From here!]

There was a whole ritual process, with the holy water and candles and whatnot, but, uh, I think it's debatable whether or not it was an actual exorcism or a bit of the smoke and mirrors play. Whole thing seemed like a setup, in retrospect.

[muragas]

... "In retrospect" is always the worst.

[ she sounds incredibly sincere about that. ]

I guess it's good to be suspicious if anything like shows up again here, right?

[chaoticlootral]

Ch'yeah. I'll let you know if I see any liches, demons, monsters, or knife thieves around?

[muragas]

I think the knife thieves may be an inevitable fact of existence.

[ .... ]

Wait, a lich? What does a lich look like?

[chaoticlootral]

[ from here! ]

I mean, it's your typical demon story. Kidnapping 30 to 40 people, trapping them on a cruise ship, infecting them with demon possession, murder commences, kangaroo court, bloody exorcism rituals, more death, dramatic ending, left to deal with fate of slowly turning into a demon while the lucky few survivors sail off home. That about cover it?

[That doesn't help at all, probably.]

[wisterin]

[ It helps a little. It helps make Shinobu's smile look absolutely frozen and like the sun couldn't warm up the expression on her face for two seconds.

She breathes out, and it's hard to say if she sounds more sad or angry. ]

I'm sorry you had to go through that ordeal and that you were left to turn into a demon. That's a horrible fate. Was there no other way for it to end?

[chaoticlootral]

Well, I- not really.

There was the option to, uh, all go home and take demons with us, which, obviously a no go. The option for no one to go home, which to me feel more, um, like equality, just saying! And then the one we picked. Self-sacrificing bullshit.

I, uh, tried a few options, and hey, considering I'm here, maybe it worked?

[wisterin]

[ She smiles, and it's a little warmer than her usual ones. ]

For your sake, I hope it has. If your turning into a demon can be stopped and you can return home, I'll support you how I can.

[ Not that they know what's going on now, but her intent is sincere. ]

[chaoticlootral]

[from here! ]

Someone like me? What is that supposed to mean?

[shortforever]

It means I don't know who the hell you are. I only know one blonde guy, and his hair isn't as long as yours.

[chaoticlootral]

And all blonde guys are the same?

[Squinting. This is driving him crazy?]

Where the hell you'd come from then?

[shortforever]

No, I'm saying I don't know you specifically because your hair is really blonde and I've only met like one blonde guy before.

[That explains nothing, but ok.]

I came from this weird living house that wanted all of us to kill each other.

[chaoticlootral]

[ From here! ]

Woah, really? Turns out, I can read, sorta. That's why it's in my hair, serving a purpose! Listen, I know how to take care of my items, my guy, unlike the rest of the party.

[getdrekt]

[that was

so much. in such a short space of time.]

I see.

[he doesn't. what was that. what was any of that.]

So as long as it's on your person, it counts.

[chaoticlootral]

[Welcome to Taako, it's a Lot.]

Are-- are you worried about me?

[getdrekt]

Uh--

[how to answer? this?]

We don't know what will happen.

[there.]

[chaoticlootral]

[from here!]

[There's a long moment of silence while Taako looks This Dude up and down. On the one hand, robots and him don't have the best history. On the other, this one seems to be made entirely of gold?

There's also something about being called sir that stirs a Sense Memory that makes him immediately want to bully this guy for no reason.]

Huh. Interesting. So your thing is sock retrival? That the only thing you do?

[machinetranslation]

Oh no, sir. I believe this to be the first time.

[Still, he picks up the one on the floor and takes the one off his face, folds them neats, and holds them out in an outstretched hand.]

I am C-3PO, Human-Cyborg Relations. At your service.

[chaoticlootral]

Uh-huh. I'm not-- not a human, for the record. Jot that one down.

[Taking the socks, without saying thank you. Wow.]

[machinetranslation]

[That's okay, people rarely thank Threepio u_u]

Noted, sir.

I should clarify that my function is facilitating peaceful and pleasant communications between all species of the Galaxy. Humans are merely my specialty, and the form I was built to resemble.

[He takes a quick look over Taako]

Might you be a Sephi, sir?