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

[survivaltricks]

[tsk tsk. he is definitely giving the gash in her arm a closer look. he isn't sure he can fix the damage, but. . . hell. he has to try, right? maybe 45 can walk him through it, like the manual for Luna's model had]

. . . I wouldn't be opposed to trying.

[he glances up at her, studying her expression carefully]

But not until we get your arm fixed. If I find the right tools, can you walk me through it?

[recrypt]

I suspect it's finding the tools that's going to be the problem in this situation. But yes, if you did, I could. Field repairs aren't an uncommon thing for us to have to do.

[ matter of factly. her expression's the same soft, bland smile she usually has, but she also tilts her head at him in response, pretty clearly evaluating him right back. ]

. . . Hmm. If Luna were here I'm sure she'd balk at me allowing you to do something like that.

[survivaltricks]

[. . . . . . . ]

[and his expression twists briefly into something. . . guilty? pained? a little longing. . .?]

. . . she would.

[. . .]

Don't. . . don't worry. I'll take care of myself.

[because he needs to go back home. for her]

[recrypt]

[ oh, don't make her feel bad, akira. if he's still paying attention, he might notice that her expression goes slightly blank, a little less present behind the smile, just for a moment. ]

... Do that, then. I'm familiar enough with basic first aid, but I'm hardly equipped with the same skillset she is.

[ and they're in for who knows how long more of this. ]

[survivaltricks]

[don't feel bad, sometimes he needs gentle reminders not to do the very first stupid thing that comes to mind!! he lost a leg last game, after all]

[a small huff, and he shoots 45 a smile]

I wonder if anyone else here is?

[recrypt]

I don't know, but I'm sure the [ nosy ] overachievers among us will find out sooner rather than later.

[ you know, people like Akechi.

anyway give her a moment, she's going to give the knife in her hands a long, flat look. then try to put the knife down somewhere not super precarious so she can have a hand free to work her socks off. after which she uses them to attempt to wrap up the knife's sharp edges as best she can before shoving it into her pack. her knife now, bus, you lost all rights to it after you stabbed her. ]

So. What now?

[survivaltricks]

[he honestly doesn't blame her for stealing the knife. it stabbed her. it forfeited its freedom a long time ago]

Question of the hour, isn't it?

[looking around the group]

. . . we stick together. We learn as much as we can from the people we don't recognize.

And we work together with everyone to go home.

[recrypt]

[ a brief glance over the people assembled, one last experimental test of her injured arm- ow, error, error, warning-

then a long, dramatic, and put-upon sigh. ]

And here I thought the biggest hurdle after the mansion would be making sure I actually woke up with the proper physical evidence of having been there.

[ haha, giving things to her of all people for safekeeping. might have wanted to pick someone else... ]

This week really just doesn't end. [ ... ] Are we telling people about the scrunchie thing after things settle down a little, or?

[survivaltricks]

We're absolutely telling people about the scrunchie thing.

[why wouldn't they??]

Though I bet plenty of other people have already tried it.

[because. you know. that's how people be]

[recrypt]

Of course we are, I was asking about timing.

[ catherd people while they're all actively getting into fights like they were those first few days in blues, or let them tire themselves out first, the real question. ]

But ... that's true. It'll be extra evidence and data points to make use of, at the very least.

[survivaltricks]

[. . . oh]

Yeah. When everything calms down is a good idea. The good news is that it won't be that hard to get everyone's attention.

[since. small enclosures. har har]

[recrypt]

We're going to yell ourselves hoarse before the week is over.

[ a beat. the music goes on in the background. ]

Well. You all might. Thankfully, I don't have vocal cords to strain.

[ so how are they going to announce this fun factoid... ]

[survivaltricks]

Benefits to being made of metal and wires and not flesh and bone.

[he teases]

[also they'll just have to make a top level after WHATEVER HAPPENS on sunday!! or before. either/or]

[recrypt]

[ heaves an overdramatic sigh, which is fun when she doesn't need to breathe in the first place ]

There are certainly both pros and cons to it, I'll give you that much...