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

[shixiong]

[ --!! ]

You're a cultivator? [ ah... another one...

he remembers his manners about four seconds later, and reaches into the strange pack he was given to pull out one of the squares of toilet paper. it's not a handkerchief, but at least it's something. ] Here, take this. [ gently fusses! ] Well met, Sect Leader Nie.

[unanswering]

Thank you, young master.

[he accepts it with another sniffle, wiping at his eyes, sniffling again.]

Oh, but-! Yes, I am a cultivator, although... [he raises a hand to where his core would be, frowning.] It seems my spiritual energy is gone again.

[AGAIN, fuck this bus very much. not that it makes too much difference for him, but it's the principle of the thing!]

Really, is there anything they won't take-! My fans, and my robes, and my core too...

[he sounds. more distressed over the first two.]

[shixiong]

[ i love you huaisang god ]

There's no need for such titles, this one is but a humble servant.[...what an interesting person. yin yu picks right up on the casual way he brushes over the loss of his golden core. it's not like yin yu can really relate, considering, and instinctively, he lets his right wrist drop back towards the floor, only partially obscured from view. ]

It seems to be in line with the actions taken in this strange place--it appears there's something that suppresses any sort of magical energy. [ a pause. ] ...It's nice to hear familiar language, though.

[unanswering]

It was like that where I last was, as well... though considering how crowded it is in here, I think I don't mind the idea of no one having any destructive abilities. It's a mess here as it is.

[he cannot imagine what it would be like in here if, say, they were all trapped on a bus with-- just throwing out a random name, truly random-- jiang cheng, who had his spiritual energy and possibly zidian. the bus would be Doomed.

he shakes his head, then peers at yin yu, curiously.]

It really is a relief to meet someone who's more familiar-- does this humble servant have a name?

[shixiong]

It's a name of no importance for a sect leader.

[ really. giving his name to someone who is familiar with cultivation lends itself to potential risks... it's unlikely, but yin yu is cautious and hates the idea of being known, especially when he doesn't have his mask. ] Though, if a title would suffice, I am the XianXianYue Officer of Ghost City.

[ politely, he puts his fist in his hand and bows his head, even seated. his manners: impeccable. ] I can't imagine there's much room to cultivate much of anything of any kind here, as well, so I'd have to agree.