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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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[Once it becomes obvious that the windows and doors are locked, and that any attempt at getting out more forcefully are not going to work... She's wandering down the hall of this deck, looking around for something in particular. When she can't seem to find it, she speaks up a little louder than she means to, irritated and more than a little nervous.]
Hey, can anybody see where that fucking speaker is?
[In a perfect world, she would be able to break it. Alas.]
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[A little bit later on in the day, when it's obvious nobody is leaving that day, Natalie can be found on the third deck. She's near the dart board with a few in her hand, just... tossing them over and over again at the board. Or anywhere, really, because she's not really paying attention to where they go as much as the act of throwing them. There's a good chance there's a spread of them over the wall she's facing. If she sees anyone looking her way, she keeps that same frown on her face as she glances over at them.]
What?
[Friendly.]
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[Hit me up for anything else you'd like to play out!! I'm always down for different prompts or PCs.]
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She's giving him the most deadpan stare immediately, voice dry.]
Yeah. I'm obviously so happy, can't you tell?
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It could be worse. At least we're protected from the elements in here.
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stephanie
She pauses for a moment, before:]
So. What kind of nightmare are you from?
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There were a bunch of different requirements in order to get everyone home safely, and we barely managed to meet them all.
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chuuya
Cool, I'll remember. [...] Less ready to break something now?
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...yeah, I guess so. This is all still bullshit though, and if anyone says anything about murder trials then I'm out of here.
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flayn
Just think of it as a favor.
[Please do not take her seriously.]
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Well... all right. I will not tell a soul.
yu
After a moment, she nods, if just to change the subject if nothing else.]
I guess that wouldn't be the worst thing ever.
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She looks at him for a long moment without saying anything, looking like she doesn't quite know what to say as the seconds tick by. Eventually, though:]
Sure, why not, I've seen weirder things. Robot in booty shorts is new, but who am I to question it? [Another second, and then:] Do you have a sixth sense for where a speaker might be hiding?
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[He looks at his body, not sure which item of clothing that refers to. Then looks back up.]
I have a variety of sensors which may be of help in detecting electrical sources. Are you hoping to perform repairs on it?
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ash
Oh, so you got the whole 'break into a room and almost die' thing, too. Fun. [But not really.] ...The monster thing is different, though. I'm guessing that's why most people got killed in yours?
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... Mm. Someone would turn into a monster by the end of the week and target someone. Usually they died, unless someone had the means to intervene. And sometimes someone decides to kill a horse.
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asch
It would be a lot easier to try to think of a way to get out of here if I didn't have to listen to this bullshit.
[Not that she really believes she'll be able to get out, but. It's nice to think about.]
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There's some heavy pots in the kitchen. We could swing them at things, and see what happens.
[destruction! violence! let's roll!!]
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guy
She raises an eyebrow.]
I mean, they stuck like 40 people in this stupid tiny... I'm guessing it's a bus or something like that. Their hospitality skills are kind of shit no matter what.
Re: guy
[He sighs, blowing his bangs out of his face as he stares up at the 150th rendition of whatever this crazy song was, coming from magically nowhere.]
Maybe that strange letter board that everyone's been using can take some strictly worded complaints... Or requests for some mercy. Like earplugs. [That would be nice.]
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She gives a small snort, amused despite herself.]
Yeah, it's cathartic until you realize it's going to launch you across the room.
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[ who can inflict the most property damage and also on themselves, looks at arsonist gang from blues.
but she huffs a theatrical, put-upon sigh, before pointing behind her and: ]
Quick question, what does that silhouette look like to you?
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akira
Immediately:]
Please don't make me think about that for more than ten seconds.
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dick
I don't know. There's something to be said for walking a mile in our tragically pocketless pants.
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