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.

Comments

[ruffboi]

'cause you were nerfed last time. And you threw a big hissy fit about it. And you made me promise to protect you every single day.

[chaoticlootral]

Kinda sorta seems like the thing that is your job is protecting me every single day so you don't gotta promise do you? On account of just, uh, automatically doing it, huh? Because that's, like, your main role in the party. Just saying!

[ruffboi]

It is, but you fish for it. Like right now!

[Seriously, but still somehow making fun of him - ]

I promise I'll always protect you.

[chaoticlootral]

It's not fishing, it's a gentle reminder.

[Anyway, he's obviously totally nerfed. His face is gone, which Magnus should recognize. If he had any powers, that'd be the first thing fixed.]

[ruffboi]

[Yeah, he can tell he's nerfed. And they got those lich curses reversed, too. Hmm.]

Hey . . . don't get mad at me, but I gotta ask something.

[chaoticlootral]

Phrasing is that way is basically a guarantee I'm gonna get mad at whatever it is you're about to ask, you know.

[ruffboi]

Okay. So get mad if you want, and I'll ask anyway. Do you remember Lup? That ring a bell?

[chaoticlootral]

[Oh. Well he's not exactly mad.]

. . . Do we have to talk about this right now?

[ruffboi]

No? But that sounds like a yes. So. That was the whole question, mainly.

[chaoticlootral]

Yes, I remember Lup. I would assume you also remember Lup, if you're asking about her.

[ruffboi]

Yeah. But in Reap, you couldn't remember her. You were unwiped, but every time I mentioned her, you couldn't hear me or something.

[Hm.]

Uh. We can talk about this later, but like - last I heard she might be okay, just so you know.

[chaoticlootral]

[He actually physically flinches at that. He wants to hear it, think that it might be true, but at the same time if they are going through something again that they might not come out the other side of alive . . . is it worth getting his hopes up about her?]

Later.

[ruffboi]

[Nodding!]

Deal! Okay, so tell me - bets on whether this bus is headed?

[Let's change the subject.]

[chaoticlootral]

[Yes please. Hmmmmm, deep in thought. Thot . . . ]

Vegas? No-- worse, Atlantic City.