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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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oh! xie lian reaches into his sleeve, where he'd dumped the contents of his goody bag. there's a bit of fiddling around, before he pulls out the device! ] Is that what this is?
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[A pause.]
Do you know how to use it?
MY HTML!!!
...There's a way to use it.... ?
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[Hansa just. Closes his one eye for a moment.]
Do you want me to show you how?
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Would you mind? I would be very grateful!
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[He smirks.]
I will...but you have to do something for me in return. You know, I'm a busy guy. It needs to be worth my time.
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[ that smirk should probably spell trouble? doesn't seem to stop xie lian. ]
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Tell me an embarrassing secret of yours.
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I once was nearly trampled to death in a battle by my own horse because the laces of my boots got caught and I tripped.
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[He just. Stares at the other man for a moment. A long moment.]
[..........And then he just holds up the device and points to whatever button is the power button.]
Anyways, this is how you turn it on.
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I see! What a strange little thing. [ how is this even running... is it spiritual energy or something??? when the screen pops up, he looks at the message, and then pauses to read it, eyes flicking over the page.
....ah... he sees what he means by "being kidnapped." ] ...and such a strange little message.
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[Just reaching over to tap at the screen.]
If you press this button, you can see everyone who is here. I think I saw your picture here too.
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[ how convenient. xie lian watches, scrolling through the pictures, and sure enough, there's his face. his eyes briefly scan the profile text... why is that of all things floating above his head... hm.
well, deciding to also just ignore that, he skims back through the profiles, even past his san lang (!) (good, he was wondering), and finds a face matching the one in front of him. ]
This is you, yes? Hansa Cervantes... what an interesting name. This is quite convenient, if a bit of a strange way to meet another person. [ ... ] "Kicking ass in the name of the Lord..."?
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[For the "interesting name" comment. At the reference to the skills...Hansa just looks incredibly amused, somehow. Well, it's a way to say what he's good at, he supposes.]
I think that's supposed to be a joke. I wouldn't certainly put it that way, you know...
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[ is this one of jun wu's followers...? ] How would you put it, then?
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[HMMMMM.]
More like... "I do the will of the Lord whatever He asks of me"? Something like that.
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Are you a cultivator? Or...a daozhang, a priest?
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Then, we have something in common! Though I'm not familiar with a 'church', really, I am a daozhang as well.
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[He's really not familiar with priests outside of the Catholic Church, but...hey, he'll take it.]
I guess its nice to have someone like-minded around here.
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[ how nice! priest solidarity. ] Is there a proper title one should call you, then?
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[Priest solidarity!!! He just shakes his head.]
Technically, we're referred to with "Father", but...you don't really need to be so formal. I won't force you.
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[He smiles.]
Whatever you insist. Is there a title you want to be referred to, too?
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My shrine is very small, and honestly sort of broken down, so really, it's nothing particularly respectable.. Really, I've only recently done such duties - mostly I just try to fix up the shrine and collect scraps.
So, just Xie Lian is quite alright with me.
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