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.

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[overruns]

Flayn, I...

[ How does he tell her? That he tries not to promise his future to anyone, because he's never fully believed it exists? Even if he makes it home, there's no guarantee he'll live. He's already committed to revenge, no matter the cost. As much as he wants to help his country, his people, his classmates—there is no vision for him past vengeance.

And still, he'd promised to return in five years to the monastery. He'd promised so much to his friends. He'd made a promise to her, and then lost her, and very nearly failed to bring her back. It feels reckless to swear the same again.

But... if that's what it takes—if this is the commitment she needs to ensure him the same, then he will do it. They'll see this to the end, together, for a second time. No matter how impossible. No matter how reckless, no matter how it's fated to end even if they win. ]

...You drive a difficult bargain, but so I must. I swear it on my honor as the prince of a holy kingdom.

[ He's to be the king of knights. A knight of Faerghus never forgets their oaths. (Especially not to a saint.) ]

Let us make it through this, together.

[fishingforcompliments]

[Flayn nods once. There is no small amount of relief on her face.

She has only really known Dimitri for two short weeks, but she knows that an oath sworn on his honor is no small thing. Even if all it had been was a promise, with nothing else to back it, he would do everything to keep his word.

That he's giving it to her means more to her than she can say.]

We shall. I swear it on my life, and... on the lives and memories of my father and mother.

[It's the most solemn oath she can possibly swear.]

This time, I will not let you down. I will fight by your side to bring us all safely out of this.