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

[extracrispy]

option a: awakening.

[Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore. Which is to say, Jason is going to sit up the moment the movements of the bus jolt him awake, take one look at his surroundings, his outfit, the fucking scrunchie — and flop back down on the ground, hands digging into his face as he groans out, slowly incresing in volume:]

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

[... Yeah. That about sums it up.]

option b: later

[After accepting his shitty, shitty fate, Jason will be found on the third deck, squinting at the horror movie posters like he's eaten something bitter. Arms crossed, he glances over at whoever is closest to him... and sighs.]

What do you think is shittier? Their taste in horror movies, or the music?

wildcard.

[Remix one of the above scenarios or come up with your own!]

wwx

[extracrispy]

[Hm.]

Other side like [mock shouting:] zombie rights! Or, other side like, y'know, Frankenstein?

[givethemhell]

[ZOMBIE RIGHTS... WEI WUXIAN THE ZOMBIE RIGHTS ACTIVIST.]

Not sure what Frankenstein is! But I can raise the dead, so there's that. [...] Not on the boat and likely not here either, mind.

lili

[extracrispy]

[He grins at her! This is cursed.]

'Course. Professor Todd has a nice ring to it.

[It does not.]

Where d'you want to start? You said you didn't get what I was saying earlier, right?

[coastal]

[lmao]

You're pushing it with that title.

[though she at least looks amused....]

Yeah, I didn't get a word of it. And I thought that I speak casually...

45 problems but this roomba ain't one

[extracrispy]

... Well, we were given wet wipes instead of a shower. That's never a good sign.

[decent chance their hygiene will be the true victim of tutorial week.]

[recrypt]

... Right.

[ one of the few ways being a doll is better than being an organic, shocking. ]

So instead of monster murder, everyone can fight over the right to get clean in the relative privacy of the one bathroom we have here, I guess.

[asketchy voice] carbide-san

[extracrispy]

Dunno. Sounds like something we could find out if we want to risk getting lynched by everyone else in the name of science, though.

stop

[voidbreaker]

Nah, getting lynching definitely isn't on my to do list... ever.

baby shark do do do

[extracrispy]

[Moves his hands away from his eyes.

Sees who's patting.

... Closes his eyes again.]

Hi, Percy. [SLOWLY.] Want to join me on my quest to turn an asshole robot into scrap metal? 'Cause that's a thing that sounds really, really good right now.

[hydrogenetic]

Hey. [Yeah. YEAH. He feels it, buddy.] I'm already ahead of you trying to figure out the best way to disassemble Hal with my bare hands since my sword's gone. Again.

burn by dread (r&b remix)

[extracrispy]

Fair enough.

[Minako is valid.]

If they're gonna drag us into their latest b-movie plot, they could've at least had the decency to give us a better soundtrack. Talk about inconsiderate, right?

[muragas]

Inconsiderate it putting it lightly. Did they even bother to figure out how old we all are? Music like this makes me feel like we're all being shipped off to murder summer camp.

[ ........... oh no ]

hot kettle noises

[extracrispy]

Why stop at contemplating? Don't let your dreams be dreams, chum.

[He supports you, Asch.]

[getdrekt]

[no further encouragement is necessary.

he rips one down immediately, balling it up in his hands.]

Your turn.

left steph, none leggy

[extracrispy]

Great idea! We can title it... [Dramatic pause, lifting his hands to do this.] Let Us Go Home, You Stupid Bastard. What d'you think?

[vigilantics]

[ she nods her head ]

Good, good... has a nice ring to it. It can work.

a toddler.........

[extracrispy]

[When is this in the fucky wucky mingle timeline? We just don't know.]

You mean, besides all these strangers? [Duh.] ... I saw Natalie and Percy. You?

STOP

[bittybat]

I saw them, too.

[He frowns. Jason isn't going to know shit-all... awful. Well, about one.]

And Brown and Grayson.

i can't think of any puns for flayn :(

[extracrispy]

Well... That's a start. But think a little less Mother Nature, and a little more manmade. Is there anything like that?

alas............. a punless existence until she dies and i change my display name to slayn again

[fishingforcompliments]

...no, not that I can think of.

[extracrispy]

Hey, why call it pessimism? Genre savvy sounds loads better.

[A shrug!]

Normally, I'd say taking the breaking part of breaking and entering literally is always a good start. But from the look of it, that's not a great idea.

[Presses F for all the people who got smacked in the face with their own belongings.]

akira crimes

[extracrispy]

SURE DO. CALL ME JASON. JASON TODD.

I'D SAY IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU, BUT THIS REALLY SUCKS, MAN.

[Will they ever move so they can stop yelling? We may never know.]

rick grayson

[extracrispy]

[what's a timeline lbr

He watches him do that, still pretty obviously baffled. There are a handful of things he could response with, but instead, he very casually says:]

Yup... [Popping that p.] Sure have.

[... Hm.]

Sooooo, question time. How old are you? 'Cause the last time I checked, you were kinda [GESTURES. AT HIM?] climbing the hill?

[(Narrator voice) But he was not, in fact, that old.]

but will belph run away from feelings again

[extracrispy]

You're welcome! It's the most important thing a guy can have in these dark times.