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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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[Doing a thumbs up.]
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Flayn beams and fingerguns at him.]
Why, thank you!
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[She. Tries to make that sound back, but she doesn't get it.]
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[she does the fingerguns again. anaido would be proud.]
Pchew!
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[well, she thinks he is, anyway.]
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Say what you will about murder games, but it's a great way to make new friends. [Hmm.] Everybody here who was at my game doesn't seem to remember, though.
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...that must be lonely.
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[Scratching his head, kind of caught off guard by the honesty.]
A little? I mean, it wouldn't be a big deal, but it's kind of wigging me out that nobody else remembers it. Not Akira, and not even Taako . . . well, it's just awkward.
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...if it helps to hear, it is possible that they may not be... exactly the people you knew. [She fiddles with the hem of her t-shirt as she tries to figure out how to phrase this.] I met someone on the island who knew me, but our memories from home did not align at all.
Perhaps it is a case like that...? I am sure that the people you knew in your... ah, game, are thinking of you even now. We have only just met, and I can already tell that you are quite unforgettable, Magnus the Hammer.
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Aww, shit. Now you went and made me like you. I have a bad track record in these things. You're not secretly the mastermind of the bus, are you?
[At least last time, every teen he liked was the mastermind, or a reaper, or died, or both. Man.]
I think you're right - sounds like the people I know here are a slightly different version of the ones I knew. That, uh, kind of doesn't make me less worried, but it's good to have a clear head for this kind of thing.
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[Would she even know it if she was?? A mystery. That's a somewhat disturbing suggestion, given what happened with Giyuu. She frowns a little, trying to puzzle it out, and then realizes that Magnus is still talking.
SORRY MAGNUS.]
...it is a little disquieting, to be sure. But they likely have enough in common with the people you knew before that you can forge new bonds with them.