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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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If that was true, everyone would be finding things!
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[ that's a yes ]
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As long as I have it back.
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[VISIBLE CONFUSION]
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[ really hope asch gets the lore someday so he'll Get It as much as he gets anything ]
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My sword is missing, and you don't see me ripping everything apart and weeping over it!
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I'm better than you.
I'm sure my sword is somewhere safe. I trust my sword.
[these are stupid words but kara started it]
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not that asch knows that ]
It's not a matter of trusting my sword. It's a matter of not trusting whoever brought us here, and took my sword from me.
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Then just wait.
If it shows up somewhere, it's not going to be here.
It'll probably be in a... a challenge during a game of chess, or... a wine-sampling workshop
[he waves his hand again.].
But suit yourself. Keep losing your sword.
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what the fuck
he's gonna ignore all that weird shit ]
I've never lost my sword. This is the first time it's been stolen from me.
[ AND YOU DON'T HAVE YOURS EITHER, HYPOCRITE ]
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Lost. Stolen. Misplaced. You don't have it.
If it was stolen, why would they put it in the same place you are?
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[ ignoring! the rest! to point out this hypocrisy! ]
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[this is an absolutely insane conversation, but this guy is totally insane, so maybe only crazy things work.]
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he gestures angrily away from him.]
Fine!
Do whatever you want!
Just don't come near me.
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Stay out of the way, and I won't have to.
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