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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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[He says, very decisively. Apparently Asch has no say in the matter.]
You don't like spice though, right? Just to be sure!
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That's--it's fine. I don't need to try it.
[he busies himself with battering the lotus root instead.]
I don't mind spice, but not in amounts where it obfuscates the flavor of everything else.
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No one needs to try anything, but that's no reason not to, yes? Though we may want to wait until we get to wherever we're presumably going.
[So as not to flood their teeny tiny bus with the smell of grilling meat, as much as he'd personally love that.]
Hm, hm... I don't think I've ever had something that spicy!
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[...]
I take it you can handle your spicy food well, then.
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[He's like, 50/50 at this point but being aggressively optimistic for his own sanity. God. AS FOR THAT:]
Grew up in a city where every dish was spiced, and I had a high tolerance even then!
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[oh, no.]
...And you're planning on cooking for other people, with a palate like that?
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You make it sound as though I don't know how to adjust for palate! I left out the spice for you, didn't I?
[He absolutely uses peppers as weapons when he feels like being a shit, though.]
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[AT LEAST HE'S
HONEST.
He also hates like 5 whole people in his entire life and they all died horrific deaths, no fun pepper gremlin antics for the ones he hates.]
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Try that on me, and I will end your life with whatever vaguely sharp implement I can find nearby or at hand.
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Don't worry, don't worry! I had no intention of trying. You'll see - it's a very mild batter, promise!
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fine actually, and has a very nice flavor profile! It is still kinda nasty because it's raw batter, though. Wei Wuxian cocks his head to the side, grinning.]
What do you think?
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STILL SOMEHOW FOILED BY RAW BATTER.]
Hmph.
[JUST DIPPING THE ROOT IN!!!]
Fine.