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

[bittybat]

I refuse to lock myself in the bathroom. [>:(] And I'm not going to make a blanket fort. I'm not a child.

[sort of]

I've heard. I think it means we have another ridiculous game to play.

[hydrogenetic]

Well nobody said anything about that, that would be kind of gross. [Please be a little less casual, but he's still keeping an eye on him.] Also? You're ten. And don't be ageist, blanket forts are for everybody.

[There's a displeased sound though.] I'm getting the same idea, but I haven't figured out the rules yet besides the scrunchie thing. You kept yours, didn't you?

[bittybat]

Blanket forts are for babies.

[Don't point out he's ten like it's a bad thing, and then tell him not to be ageist!]

Unfortunately. Why? Do we explode if we remove it?

[Why not just go straight Battle Royale with the thinking so they are less disappointed?]

[hydrogenetic]

Then I'm making one without you. [He'll roll his eyes at that though.] It's possible but I'm not taking any chances until we figure out who's in charge and what we're actually supposed to do. I'd rather have a say in whatever this is than die without warning.

[bittybat]

Fine.

[As if Damian wouldn't somehow be coaxed into the stupid pillow fort in some manner by either Percy, Dick, or Wei Wuxian. Maybe Beau, but currently, they are literally fighting in the kitchen... so it's up for debate.]

I'm not a coward, Jackson. I can just remove mine to test what happens.

[hydrogenetic]

[He leans forward just enough to lightly flick Damian in the forehead.]

It's not about not being a coward, it's about being smart. Don't do anything stupid yet until we know what we're up against. You're still Robin, remember? [Use your head my dude.]

[bittybat]

[Frowning sourly, he reaches up to rub at the flicked spot. STOP THIS.]

There's a different between not being a coward and not being stupid, you realize.

[hydrogenetic]

[He grins like an asshole.]

I know. A fine line, but there's a difference. [There's a pause though.] ...come out of the cupboard, dude. We'll figure out something else.