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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. |
he's a good boy
Shift so I can grab something, and I'll leave you alone. [ he's not leaving without ingredients? ]
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Just tell me what you want.
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Pasta, tomato sauce, herbs, salt, and any kind of dry, cured meat they've got in there.
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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.]
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One, two, three... alright, that's that then. Have fun in your dark corner.
[ and y'know, fair's fair he'll leave damian to it. after a bit of rustling, some tearing sounds and boiling sounds from outside the very much downgraded batcave there will eventually be a tomato-y smell rising up from the kitchen area.
delicious. ]
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[Maybe he WILL.
For all of about five or so minutes, just when Ash's tomato-y goodness starts being aromatic in the kitchen area. He uses his foot to nudge and hold the cabinet door open slightly. A crack big enough he can see out of it, but most of what Ash gets is a sliver of cabinet goblin.]
If you don't put sugar in it, it'll be too acidic.
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Yeah.
I know how to cook, don't worry.
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And how to be a nuisance. [He peers out of the budget battle directly at Ash.] What forced horror entertainment were you a part of?
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[ he stirs the pot, before answering. ]
Eldritch horror mansion. You?
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Literally a gameshow?
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[rip all of them]
There was no prize, unless you considered your freedom as the prize. We were meant to be entertainment for some unknown employers. They watched us flounder around their knock-off American West.
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Eldritch abominations, or voyeurs. I'm not sure which sounds fucking worse.
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[GOD.]
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I punched Hal, but he was merely our android host. So it didn't matter.
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[ stir, stir. hold up he's getting a dish. ]
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[His brows furrow.]
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[ he looks at the pot, and then up at damian. the cupboard goblin. ]
Hungry?
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I'm a vegetarian.
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Alright.
[ fair's fair, but he's not recooking a dish so. he'll just plate what he has for Him. ]
Why the cupboard, though?
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I can fit, it's dark, it blocks most of the noise. No one bothers with it unless they're looking for food, which isn't all the time.
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There's 41 of us kid, these cupboards are gonna get opened a lot when it's snack time. [ just a warning. ]
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[He'll fight them like he fought Ash, and then complain. "What's that mouth do?" Complain.]
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[ he's just sayin' ]
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