WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL

[retellers]

WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL (43 remain) Whatever each character was doing—chatting with friends, going to bed, saving the world—ceases. In fact, it's likely nothing more than a groggy memory now, as they open their eyes to unfamiliar surroundings. Apparently, they took a nap right in the middle of a small town, plopped outside on the paved road. Ow? Oh, but it looks like they've been given a goodie bag. Everyone likes gifts, right? Inside, it contains: - a single random one of the following headbands and sparklers - packets of tea - one unlabeled pill - a rock that resembles the galaxy - if they're of age, a mini bottle of alcohol; if they're underage, a can of Mountain D*w Baja Blast instead - a singular condom - a single random one of these pillows (how did this fit?) - a handheld device Should they boot up the device, the screen helpfully informs them that it's a Participant Help System (PHS). Not much on it, but it does have a few apps, including a memo one for taking notes. There's also a messaging system, though it's only capable of receiving messages, not sending any. As a matter of fact, there's an alert for a new message already. Maybe it'll explain what's going on. Good evening, everyone. Uh, how are we sure they’re arriving in the evening? Just say “hello”! Or “greetings”! Greetings is fancy, right? Oh that’s true. Greetings, everyone. That’s better? Yes! Except maybe we take out the that’s better part in the final version. Will do! We’re sorry that we’re not here jklk oh no how do i erase what i wrote. Where is the question mark. Help press backspace. What is a backspace it’s written on the keyboard. Do you even know how to read? right now. There are a lot of things happening that’s so vague? Could we maybe TRY to not be ominous, guys??, It’s going to be ominous no matter what we say, so who cares so we need time to best prepare for you all. We will greet you properly soon, so please make yourselves at home! There are a lot of places to explore, and the kitchen has a lot of delicious food. Please don’t be shy, but also, don’t damage anything. It’s a little inconvenient. They’re going to do it just because you sound so fucking whiny. I’m sorry oh this is how you write somewhere else. Please do not fight or do. We don’t control your life choices. No please do not fight how do i make an exclamation mark maybe we should’ve gotten someone else to write the draft of the message? No offense. I’m sorry Sorry stop apologizing. No one else volunteered. Maybe we’ll luck out and none of them know how to read Thank you for your time! We’ll see you soon. Also, we promise you haven’t been kidnapped or anything! Oh dear. I don’t know if this is going to be edited, so if it isn’t, then I do apologize to the participants for our lack of organization. We’re doing our best! Probably. Er, what? Unfortunately, it seems as though that's the only info they're given for now. In the meantime, why not explore the surrounding area? A number of buildings are locked, and the Planetarium appears to be closed, but there's enough to keep the characters occupied for a day or two. They might even want to get to know their fellow "participants" better, while they're at it.

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[recrowns]

Oh? New friends? Who might you be referring to?

[soulus]

It seems we'll find out when they greet us properly—how they brought us here, and what we will be participants of . . .

[reconnective]

Oh...[well. suddenly that makes more sense and he nods again.] Well. I still think it's pretty cool. [there's another grin.] And if there aren't any ghosts here, it just means we have to keep looking for answers to figure out what's going on. Right?

[frostythehitman]

[ Bucky looks up from his rummaging and follows the pointed finger to the closet. ]

That's just the pantry. Nothing but food in there.

[frostythehitman]

...have you ever seen a name keychain before?

[uhhhmagic]

Ch’yeah, there’s always a run on the Taako’s.

[Spinning it around some more before he stops.]

[reconnective]

Uh huh. Usually people use it for parties and stuff, so that's weird. Why'd you run into the door in the first place?

[sacredchants]

[ ...

...uh. ]

You're worried about it being "eye-pleasing"?

[discernments]

Thank you for your concern, but I wasn't dying.

[ She smiles, unfazed. ]

Would you like to find a place to get cleaned up?

[recrowns]

Oh? Has bartering fallen out of fashion? That's too bad, it's rather fun.

[but he offers a shake of his head]

Unfortunately, I haven't. It's rather lovely, but we've never found anything like it, even in the mines of Chi'shin.

[recrowns]

Mm, I promise I'll keep it in mind.

[frostythehitman]

Yeah? Priesthood that bad?

[ Although the eyepatch does beg some questions. Losing an eye is not typically an occupational hazard for priests. ]

[dawnblushed]

[huh! that sounds like the sort of tour yoon would enjoy. she'll have to let him know about it when she makes it out of here.]

That's amazing. What's your favorite recipe?

[reconnective]

[you'd think he'd just leave, but no. time to plop on the ground and watch pikachu go. let's go pikachu. and then the tea is yeeted and he reaches out a hand to try and catch it.]

Hey! What's wrong with this? [pikachu cannot talk. and yet.]

[lecarre]

[don't do this to me, anna, there are no dates--]

Oh, yes, of course... It is the year 19XX. [EARLY 1900S, ROLL WITH IT.]

Why do you ask?

[...]

Wait, this place seems dated to you?

[evocationary]

[ oh, he's already her favorite. ]

Hell yeah, my dude, that's the fuckin' spirit! [ she says, grinning. ] Alright, get me some potatoes, then. Peel those and I'll do the bacon and clams.

[ she also rolls up her huge flowy red robe sleeves to get to work! ]

[dawnblushed]

No.

[antaressnipe]

[-- Hm.

Straightening his human-half suddenly, tapping his chin.

He might have a list of concerns... seeing as satyrs are not exactly child-friendly. But then again, neither are most centaurs.]

A... satyr, you say?

[Spoken carefully]

And what is your relation to this Phil?

[lecarre]

Because... we have been trapped against our will.

Is that not a frightening situation?

[heartablaze]

A... what?!

THAT'S a phone???

[exCUSE ME]

[reconnective]

[he also looks pretty annoyed.]

Hmm...maybe there's another trick to it? Like magic.

[recrowns]

Ah, does it complement well? I've heard milk goes well with tea, as well.

[but he'll go to open up... the cabinet? no there's no milk there

then he'll go to the fridge and then make a soft noise of understanding]

Oh, I see, this is the fridge.

[misstrust]

London. I don't suppose you've heard of it?

[ He's got a familiar-sounding accent, at least. ]

[laid]

You saw the message they left us, ya really think these people are good at plannin' ahead?

[And also;]

I'd rate it about an eight outta ten.
[So pretty comfy.]

[exercisms]

Oof!

[That small animal weight is a little heavy, but he readjusts, and scratches him under his chin.]

That's right, you can stay with me for now.