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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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[Just. Looking him up and down.]
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Since the start of this year. I can do 35 pushups in a row now.
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[If Mob was older he probably would've added some snarky statement like "IF YOU WERE A TODDLER LOL", but...he doesn't.]
Are you working up to a hundred?
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I want to get a lot stronger, and have muscles.
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That's a nice goal. If you get to be as good as me, you can get up to five hundred, easy.
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[Just. Gesturing to the plushie.]
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[That sounded rude, but he was totally sincere! But he nods, inspired somehow by this terrible speech.]
You're right. I'll keep working hard until I can be hit with that plush and not fall down. That's the only way I'll achieve my goals.
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Haha, well. I don't think any of us are planning to stay here for long, but if you need someone to toss Mr. Frog at you, I guess I'll be your guy.
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[Somehow he means this one, too?]
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What's your name, kid?
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[Thank god he asked, he's forgotten to get so many names.]
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[He stretches out a hand. Put 'er there, kid!]
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Yes, nice to meet you.