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WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL - OVERFLOW
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You know how the story goes by now. One minute youâre somewhere familiar, and the next youâre suddenly somewhere else. Unlike previous times before, the source of your rude awakening isnât 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, itâs 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 youâll 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 imaginationâŚ? Regardless, though the lighting is a tad dim, it becomes apparent that youâre 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; thereâs 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? Youâre 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 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. |

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[ he can't say it's common when he's friends with kara, who is never polite. ]
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[ for valid reasons ]
It must be frustrating.
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[Everyone's reasons for being frustrated are so valid right now.
Anyway, here they are at the kitchen!]
...ah. Will we be able to find fish here, I wonder?
[Time to look around...]
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[ the kitchen at the village was much bigger...
but it's time to open things and look inside. flayn i am sorry but he is about to get distracted by everything. ]
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ooh, she's found some fruit. that isn't fish, but she likes papayas well enough, so. that'll do.]
Hmm... it seems rather fresh.
[weird. how can there be fresh fruit in a place like this??]
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[ that's
also not fish. they're going to be here a while. ]
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[SHE PERKS UP]
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I hope you enjoy them!
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[ tsuru has made no such promise and he never goddamn will
so he is immediately eating one ]
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How is it?
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Would you like one?
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[Wait.]
No. No, thank you.
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[ he takes a bite out of another one ]
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Yes. I am quite sure.
[god she wants a cookie.]
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[ he just assumes she doesn't like cookies
but he'll continue to eat his and look through the pantry ]
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...have you found anything for sashimi?
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[ he already forgot ]
Oh. Not yet. Check the refrigerator.
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Oh! There is fish!
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[ HIS SASHIMI ]
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[she just picks the wholeass fish up, not the slightest bit squeamish]
All right. How shall we prepare this?
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[
he does not know how to do this. ]
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is this before or after the knives are all gone]
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after this is friday ]
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flayn pokes delicately at the fish with a fingernail]
Skinning and deboning the fish will be difficult...
[it's also not sushi grade fish so maybe they should not be attempting to make sashimi, but she doesn't know shit about that]
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