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

[menially]

That's all that matters, then. Consider my worry soothed.

[He'll hesitantly climb back to his feet, only to offer her a formal bow.]

Please accept my humblest apologies. Could I ask your name?

[fishingforcompliments]

I am Flayn.

[She smiles. If he's able to get back to his feet and bow, he probably is okay after all.]

And what should I call you?

[menially]

[He grins, a little cheeky as he straightens his posture and squares his shoulders, easily pleased at the sight of her smile.]

Guy Cecil. The pleasure is all mine, Flayn.

I appreciate your compassion. It's a good strength to see.

[fishingforcompliments]

It is nice to meet you, Guy.

[He really does seem like he's doing okay, as long as he keeps his distance. It's like the opposite of someone she knows, and it's a little refreshing to see.]

Oh, no... I am sure anyone would have been concerned.

[menially]

Possibly. But it takes a certain kind of person to approach another with the proper delicacy.

[fishingforcompliments]

Do you think so?

[menially]

I do. Not everyone's been raised the same way or gone through the same things, or even has the same way of thinking. For someone to actively choose to be kind is not only a good character trait, it's a skill a lot of people could stand to learn.

I think you should be proud of that.

[fishingforcompliments]

...well! When you put it like that, how can I argue? Thank you. It is very kind of you to say so.

[menially]

Not a problem at all.

Anyway. I hope this won't color our impressions of one another too much. Would you care if we spoke some more at another time? I have a couple other people I have to apologize to. [just casually looks to where 45 is probably still on the ground.]

[fishingforcompliments]

Oh - of course! Let us speak later. I hope she is alright...

[poor 45!!!


flayn backs off and we both escape captcha.]