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WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL - OVERFLOW
ARRIVAL | |
| â˝ FULL NAVIGATION â˝ LOCATIONS â˝ STATUSES â˝ IC PROFILES â˝ IC RULEBOOK â˝ MURDER PROPOSALS â˝ PCS â˝ CURFEW â˝ ??? â˝ ??? â˝ ??? |
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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I see. [Please stop being FOND. Disgusting.] She said the demons weren't like the ones from her world.
Elaborate.
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Yes, they were different from the demons most of us knew... Those of us who'd known them before, anyway. They were just a different sort, though. The ones I'm familiar with can't possess people, for one.
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Demons are one of the species with the highest probability of possession. Followed closely by spirits. Was the purpose a ritual, like Malier said?
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Ah-- hah, well. [HAHA. WELL!!] That's what they made it sound like, and some sort of ritual was involved, but I don't think it actually meant anything at all in the end.
[Sometimes demons just fuck around for no reason.]
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What does that even mean? They were possessing with no intent...?
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[Haha! Ah, demons. Hate that Damien's about to learn about the sex part.]
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So you were all participating in a game of entertainment as well.
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That's the gist of it, mmhm. It was the same for you? What end was your game being played for?
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The game was over when we were all dead.
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You weren't from the place at the center of the universe, yes? They still had one left standing at the end. [...] How did things turn out for you?
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No. A pocket dimension dressed up like the American West. Everyone had to die to get on the train, but we had to make a show of it. You could earn "merit" by being entertaining, or killing, or whatever Hal wanted to give merit for.
We all gave as much as we could to Jackson, and left him as last man standing. Once he was dead, we could all go home, and he could use the merit to ask for what he wanted.
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Oh... Oh! The cowboy robot wild west? [The fact that this is what he knows this as, god.]
Ah, I've heard your robot wasn't a very kind one... Was it all up to Hal, then? Everything arranged for their entertainment in particular?
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Hal was like... a referee. An overseer. To make sure we played the game by the rules.
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[So, like, what the hosts in their world ended up being without even realizing it. Funny structural systems these intergalactic kidnappers have.]
Out of curiosity, did you ever find out anything about the employers? I assume they're still out there creating their own types of havoc.
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[And yours were shitty demons who enjoyed fucking and getting fucked. WEH WUSHYAN.]
Hal said they did this regularly. There were ones before us, and they would be ones after us.
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What a pointless spectacle. [He says, simple and plain but unsurprised. He could see humans doing that with ease, honestly. Doesn't mean he holds any less disdain for it.]
What happened after, then? You were just promised a trip back home? No higher stakes, no life-for-life trades, no visiting others?
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We were meant to return home, yes. We would have gone home, undoubtedly, but Jackson had the merit to make certain if it was a lie. Well.
[Considering where they are now. Maybe not.]
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[He's like
big concerned about whatever they're dealing with this time, being able to trump all of these worlds combined, honestly.]
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What makes you think someone is behind it, and it simply isn't a divulgence in the boom tube we were traveling to get home? We should be glad we didn't come out in each other's bodies, or with our body parts switched.
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Haha, I'd rather not end up in anyone else's body! [Nothing to say about body parts being switched around though??]
It just seems like very serendipitous timing. If all of us managed to get to our last worlds in one piece, what's the chance of something accidentally going haywire on our way out? If something did go wrong, I'd still say it's more than coincidence.