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redactable2020-09-18 10:12 am
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WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL
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:
- 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 theyāre arriving in the evening? Just say āhelloā! Or āgreetingsā! Greetings is fancy, right? Oh thatās true. Greetings, everyone. Thatās better? Yes! Except maybe we take out the thatās better part in the final version. Will do! 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. |
NAVIGATION locations āĖ. statuses *+:ļ½” ic profiles :āo ic rules dļ¾ļ¾ļ½„ļ½” audience requests murder proposals ļ½”ā§o private conversations dļ¾oļ½” curfew dļ¾ā§ memories |

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[?????]
That... um, that does sound a little--
[She was distracted by his words, and she is Bad With Knife, on a good day, so.
She totally nicks herself with the blade.
And yelps.]
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Are you okay!? Let me see. [knives are sharp, news at 11.]
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Regardless, Ange willingly holds out her hand, where there's a small cut in her finger. It's barely anything to write home about really, it's small and not dangerous.
So she waves her other hand vaguely.]
Please, don't worry, Sora...! It was just a small accident, it isn't anything to be too concerned about.
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If you say so. But be careful, okay? I don't know if we even have anything to use if any of us actually get hurt. All of my supplies were gone when I woke up.
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[She smiles a little, dipping her head; she looks a biiiit flustered, but that could be just because his concern plus him looking over her hand so carefully while he holds on is a suckerpunch combo.]
Please don't worry. I'll be all right--it was just a small mistake.
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I guess that was kind of my fault too. You were probably surprised, weren't you? Sorry. [the timing does not escape him here.]
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Ah... a little, but it is quite all right. It is my own fault for fumbling the knife.
[She washes it off now, so she can go back to more carefully cutting the strawberries.]
But if our names are there, that means we are assigned rooms here, right?
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That's right. It looks like we're sharing with other people, too. So...they had that in mind before we even showed up.
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