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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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Oh, I'm certain that's not the case, sir.

From what I've heard from Miss Kocho and Miss Kanroji, your missions must be quite important. And dangerous, from the sounds of it. All the more reason why it's necessary to take time to relax. [says the not-person with zero chill]

[He considers for a moment, his still, unblinking gaze directed at Giyuu, then, resuming motion:]

What is it you like to do to relax, Master Giyuu?

[ hm. the fact that he's being comforted by a robot should irk him but c3po has proved himself to be far more human than the demons that he has slain—and they used to be humans. sadly, he makes no comment about any of it but only offering an answer to a question.

kind of an answer. he doesn't sound sure himself as he does. ]

Meditate.

[ because that...counts, right? giyuu doesn't seem to have many hobbies outside of his work and spends a lot of his time alone to begin with. ]

That is a rather healthy relaxation activity, Master Giyuu. [His voice sounds quite approving] I understand it's similar in benefit to regular software and memory maintenance droids such as myself perform.

I haven't had time to do so since arriving on that island, but since we have time in transit it would be a good opportunity. If you'd like, I could accompany you in finding a suitable location for your meditation.

[ almost immediately he loses giyuu when he starts off with software and the like. his brain just turns off and lets the words pass by before he checks back in when he brings up something that sounds more....reasonable in terms of what he can understand. ]

If you'd like.

[ how does he meditate with a robot? that's what the robot is suggesting, right? ]

It wouldn't be on this level.

[Threepio looks up at the ceiling]

My sensors, in their currently limited capacity, seem to indicate it's somewhat quieter on the level above this one. Fewer voices, in any case.

[He looks over at the ladder heading up

sorry Giyuu]

[ yeah.

he'll just.

sighs. he doesn't look fussed on the outside but you can almost bet that he's feeling it. at least the robo isn't that heavy compared to what he has had to deal with. ]

It's fine.

[ is c3po going to at least help him by shuffling over towards the stairs? ]

Just one move level?

[Threepio has, in fact, already begun bravely climbing the stairs on his own.

It's about as fast as last time. He'd probably make it up on his own!

Probably]

[ closes all of my eyes.

giyuu will just...repeat what he did before and grab a hold of c3po by the waist and somewhat shove him up through the opening with the hopes that it is enough for the roomba to get a grips on the upper level.

is this fine? this should be fine....... ]

[The process is made much faster by Giyuu's gracious boosting, and there's even less stepping on involved this time as Threepio fine tunes his ladder climbing]

Oh, how very kind of you to assist again, Master Giyuu! I hope I haven't been too much trouble.

[Surveying the third level, it does seem less rowdy at least, although the repetitive music is still playing in the background. Threepio indicates a corner furthest from the ladder and speaker, which is probably as quiet as it's getting on the bup.]

Given I don't see any other passages or ladders, I think that may be the least clamorous spot at the moment.

[he shuffles over towards the floor chairs]

If you'd like, I can produce some music conducive to meditation. I have gathered some in my observations of such rituals.

[ bless the lack of stepping on him because that was exactly what he needed in all of this—to be stepped on. he doesn't comment on how it was fine for c3po to step on him; a foot to the face is far more enjoyable than a gash to his arm or any kind of broken anything.

so, when the roomba is finally on the third level, giyuu will join him up there to see what they find and it is...better. though he doesn't have much time to take it all in because c3po just says things. ]

You can produce music?

[ closes my damn eyes. ]

[He sure does say things doesn't he?]

[He motions towards a chair]

I can, sir. If I may recommend some, this type is quite commonly used in the Jedi Temple of Coruscant for their meditation rooms:

[As he has before, Threepio begins to emit sounds from him body that aren't his usual proper voice. This time, it's music composed of low, steady strings interspersed with bright, rhythmic chimes.

Strangely, despite the volume being at a comfortable level, it seems to drown out the background music and noise of the bus, as if employing some kind of noise cancellation sound under the meditation music.]

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giyuuuuuu :(

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