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WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL - OVERFLOW
ARRIVAL | |
| â˝ FULL NAVIGATION â˝ LOCATIONS â˝ STATUSES â˝ IC PROFILES â˝ IC RULEBOOK â˝ MURDER PROPOSALS â˝ PCS â˝ CURFEW â˝ ??? â˝ ??? â˝ ??? |
You know how the story goes by now. One minute youâre somewhere familiar, and the next youâre suddenly somewhere else. Unlike previous times before, the source of your rude awakening isnât 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, itâs 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 youâll 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 imaginationâŚ? Regardless, though the lighting is a tad dim, it becomes apparent that youâre 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; thereâs 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? Youâre 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 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. |
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[she nods, approving. apparently he passed the unspoken test to get lili to even listen to him for 2 seconds past this conversation so - ]
What's your name?
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[The same - he likes this tiny bloodthirsty girl. He'll project himself into a door for her any time.]
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[please don't say that out loud she might take him up on it frequently]
What were your hosts like where you came from before all this? Was it a weird place? Boat? Town? Island?
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[A little more serious? He's an asshole but he'll answer her questions sincerely.]
Host was this ten year old kid, Max. He was the best. Little punk kid, but looking out for us, right? Then there was like. A secret Composer and Conductor running things behind the scenes. I hated them at first, wanted to kick their asses pretty much the whole time. Then we finally met them, and it turned out they were also these two girls who died the first week. I'd liked both of them a lot, and it became obvious they were also in a fucked up situation and just trying to do their best.
Frustrating, yeah? When you're trapped in a murder game, at least you wanna know who to punch. But the only real enemy was more of an abstract concept.
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[which she actually looks pretty surprised at. she's going to look around the bus before pointing out ookurikara]
He attacked the Signs - our hosts, or whatever - on the first day, and he was definitely right to do it. But they actually didn't have a lot more information than we did, which was pretty aggravating. A lot of our information actually came from the people who died over the weeks, from some nebulous concept of the universe or something stupid like that.
If your city was in the afterlife does that mean - you died... twice? That's horrible!
[she doesn't even understand the concept!]