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WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL - OVERFLOW
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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 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. |

yams
Trust is - a word, sure. [ she says, with half a grin. ]
Which ones? Which place are you from, the boat? Or the like, wild west one, or...
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[WHAT ABOUT EVERYONE ELSE THAT WAS IN GRIMM, YAMS]
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The - castle. Okay. I don't know any of those people. Which is fine, I guess. What did you guys have to do?
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...give him a minute to think about it because he was 98% focused on Okita the entire time]
We were trying to help Tora-kun and Ryuu-kun. They couldn't end their story without ink, and when we died, that's what we bled.
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You bled ink? [ huh. ] Do you remember what the end of the story ended up being?
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But Yasusada nods! He looks happy enough, all things considered.]
We got to write them happy endings. And we were allowed to write our own, too.
[Which meant that Okita, healthy and happy, was able to choose where he wanted to go, and what he wanted to do. If he's not here, then Yasusada's choosing to believe he's happily doing just that, so it's fine. Yasusada's partner can wait a little longer for him to get home.]
What about you?
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I got to punch a sentient House until it died, and it basically spit out portals to go home. [ kind of. she's embellishing. ]
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And he's taking this completely literally, thanks Beau.]
Heeeh, is your hand okay?
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Yeah! I'm really fucking tough. [ she shows him her hands. they aren't beat up! yet. ]