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

[machinetranslation]

[He throws his hands up in shock and looks very taken aback]

I could never dream of doing such a thing, sir! I'm not built for it, for one.

[getdrekt]

[me, niji, knowing full well what happened:]

...What are you built for, then?

[machinetranslation]

[hey regardless of whatever...strange upsetting things are in his logs from that island, that person was alive and well when they left the island so obviously it was some kind of data error or electrical interference or something

anyway]

My primary function is for etiquette and protocol, sir. I am fluent in over 6 million forms of communication which allow me to assist in facilitating peaceful and pleasant communications between the Galaxy's many diverse species and inorganic platforms. Most recently, I've been in the service of Princess Leia of Alderaan.

Before all this, anyway.

[getdrekt]

[what a weird fon machine.]

Can you speak Ancient Ispanian?

[machinetranslation]

[a pause while he searches his records]

I'm afraid I don't recognize any language by that name, sir. However, my programming includes software that is generally able to translate new languages given an adequate sample.

Is there something that you'd like translated, sir?

[getdrekt]

No. It's one of the languages of our world—but if you'd had record of it, then our universes could have been the same.

[hmm.]

Besides, anything I said out loud you would understand regardless. Everyone is speaking different languages. Your purpose here is moot.

rude :( he's a useful bot

[machinetranslation]

Not to disagree, sir, but to my sensors at least everyone seems to be speaking Galactic Basic. Regardless, even with shared language, clear and pleasant communication is quite important in maintaining good relations, I've found.

Although I suspect I don't need to tell you these things, sir. You have a noble bearing about you, if I may say so.

[getdrekt]

[he stares at c-3po, and after a moment of thoughtful consideration, offers:]

Shut up.

[machinetranslation]

[Oh dear!]

Oh, dear!

[It's been a little while since Threepio's received his, well, usual type of reception, so he's a bit surprised, but bounces back, waving his hands in apology.]

I hope I haven't said anything to offend you, sir. I was merely commenting on your manner of speech and general presence. I've served a good number of royalty in my time, you see. If it's meant to be a secret you can rest assured I will maintain the utmost discretion.

[Hope this isn't, y'know, a sore spot or anything, Asch!]

[getdrekt]

[he just

KEEPS GOING?]

I said shut up.

If you won't, I'll make you.

[machinetranslation]

[The threat of violence certainly does the trick! Threepio clams right up and his frantic motions cease.

Instead, he's just waiting there on standby. Still hoping to be of help or receive some sort of task.]

[getdrekt]

[cool because he's leaving

BYEONARA CHATBOT 3000]

[machinetranslation]

[Like the tirelessly faithful civil servant he is, Threepio follows along. What if Asch needs help somewhere else?

His shuffling steps are accompanied by the trademark vreen vreen vreen of his interior motors, so it's not exactly a stealthy follow.]

[getdrekt]

[AAAAAAAAAAAA]

Why are you following me.

[machinetranslation]

Oh, apologies, sir! Did you not require my services at this time?

[getdrekt]

What would I need your--! We just discussed this.

Don't you have an owner?

[machinetranslation]

Oh, yes, sir. Master Luke is my owner, but my programming allows me to assist any who might require my services. Given his absence, I thought I'd do my best to help facilitate communications and operations here.

[getdrekt]

[W
H
A
T]

Luke?

[he swings around in a second, as soon as 3po says it, talking ove the rest of his sentence]

Luke?

What's his last name?!

fon f—jk

[machinetranslation]

It's Skywalker, sir. Luke Skywalker. Are you familiar with him? He did make quite a name for himself as a hero of the Rebellion, so I wouldn't be surprised.

[wow this guy seems really intense about Master Luke for some reason?]

[getdrekt]

[well

he visibly appears to chill the fuck out?]

No. I don't know anything about him.

[he waves a hand]

Go find him, then.

[aaaaand he's off again. LET HIM LIVE HIS NEET LIFE 3PO]