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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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[ Though that's probably not enough context—Dimitri doesn't remember seeing him on the island at all, or on the ships. ] I mean, there were boats that came and picked us up on the shore, once we had ended the ritual on our island.
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Ah. [JUST "AH".] I see, I see - my mistake, then! I took you for someone else, hah.
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Oh? Might I ask who?
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—Ah, well! You. [Hm.] But not the you who's here now.
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[HE SAYS in a much cheerier way than he feels since it means his Dimitri is still stuck on demon island.]
It's good to meet you a second time, though. Ah - my name is Wei Wuxian.
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Well met, Wei Wuxian. It seems you're already aware, but I am Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd.
[ He punctuates with a small, polite bow. ] I'm sorry I could not be the Dimitri you knew, but I hope to live up to whatever standards he may have set with you already.
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That's just the way things work, yes? Too many versions of too many people to keep track of! Regardless, I'll be glad to get to know you.
[A smile! Since really, each version of a given person should be treated as their own person, right? Maybe? Probably?? Man, AUs are hard.]
Ah, but then I really don't have much of a gauge for what sort of flavors you would or wouldn't like...
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It's all right, I'm not picky. I think any food that is prepared with deliberation and care is sure to taste wonderful.
[ The technical quality doesn't really matter: the fact that anyone would cook for him automatically makes it a good meal. ]
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[DIMITRI CONTINUES TO BE TOO GOOD. He'll have mercy and crank the spice down like a notch or two, even though that level of spice is probably still Quite Spicy even for those with a decent tolerance... Terrible.
It'll take him a bit, but soon enough he's got some nice pan-fried lotus root for Dimitri to try! Blazin' hot style.]
Here, here! Give it a shot.
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[ thank you for not killing him in w0, wwx. He blows on it gently before taking a bite. And at first, it's much like anything else he eats: no real reaction besides peaceable crunching.
...But before he can grab a second root slice, he coughs. Then sniffles. Oh, that's—yeah, that's way out of his spice league. Another cough, and his face is kinda pink?
Oops. ]
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All in one breath: ]
How wonderful! Say, could you pass me some water?
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These help more with the burn, I think! But the water can help with the coughing. What do you think? You don't sound like you're lying when you say it's wonderful, hah!