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

[shortforever]

[Wow rude, he's always ready to break something.]

...yeah, I guess so. This is all still bullshit though, and if anyone says anything about murder trials then I'm out of here.

[successives]

[She glances around for a second, then back to him.]

...Where, exactly?

[shortforever]

To school.

[Yep. He says that like it should make sense on its own.]

[successives]

[After a moment:]

...Fair enough. Better question: how?

[shortforever]

That's what the bus is for. Schools have buses.

[successives]

Wait. Are you saying you think they're taking us to school?

[shortforever]

That's where I was supposed to go.

[No, that's probably not where they are going, but he can still hope.]

Don't schools have uniforms anyway? This crap looks like a uniform to me, we're all the same.

[successives]

Serious question. Do school uniforms usually involve booty shorts where you're from?

[It's not a serious question at all, she's trying not to laugh. Rude.]

[shortforever]

Not in Japan, they looked more like suits. But who knows about America.

[successives]

[...Okay, actually.]

You know what, that's probably fair from an outsider perspective.

[shortforever]

Exactly.

[Nevermind that he was supposed to be going to a Japanese school.]

I get what you're saying though, we're probably not going to school.

[successives]

I don't know. It's about as weird as some of the other places I've heard about so far. Maybe we'll get a haunted classroom kind of vibe, given the whole ouija board set up we've got going here.

[shortforever]

Can we not? I want a normal classroom. If Reito's gonna be there, he deserves normal.

[successives]

You realize I have no idea who that is, right?

[The nice thing would be to just ask who that is, but.]

[shortforever]

It's someone who's not here, and if this does turn into a murderbus then that's for the best, because he doesn't need to die again.

[successives]

Yeah, well. A lot of people who are here don't.

[That being said, though—]

That's good, though. About your friend.

1/2

[shortforever]

...yeah. I'm really glad he's not here.

[Even if he misses him a lot right about now.]

[shortforever]

[But he'll snap out of that moment of sad there!]

Aaaah, this is going to suck! Nobody was as good of a cook as him! Someone here better be able to cook.

[successives]

[She is allergic to feelings, so she's breezing past that first point, but.]

Or you could learn yourself. Just, like, a thought.

[shortforever]

How? The one time I tried to cook before, it was a disaster. Anything more complicated than boiling water and pouring it in a ramen cup is too much.

[successives]

I don't know, the same way you learn anything else? It just gets easier after a while if you don't give up.

[shortforever]

[He waits for her to extrapolate on the 'learning' thing, but when that answer doesn't come, he gets a little irritated.]

It's different for me, I don't do 'learning'.

[successives]

[Likewise, she waits for him to explain that, and when he doesn't:]

...What's that even supposed to mean? You're walking around and talking, of course you do learning.

[shortforever]

I mean like, book-learning. I've never been to school, I've never been taught how to cook, that kind of stuff.

[successives]

[Even she isn't enough of a jerk to give him grief for that, so she just shrugs after a moment of surprise.]

Cooking doesn't need to be book learning. I mean, there's cookbooks and stuff, sure, but... You just kind of get the hang of it if you do it a lot.