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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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[Hansaspeak for OUR POWERS WERE NERFED!!!]
Things like this ought to have a core, though, if they're artificially created. Kind of makes me wonder what's up with that castle in the distance, actually.
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Try as I might, I couldn't approach it. I assume it is the same for you as well?
[Actually]
Neither could I enter any of the locked buildings.
[Which, y'know, for people like them, that should never be an issue]
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[A short sigh.]
They really pulled out all the stops. I guess we'll just have to pool our resources together to get out of this place.
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[Spoken slowly, after he glances at the sky and then down at his hand, once again bemused, but...
Well. Thoughts for another time. He folds an arm behind his back while the other holds that goodie bag. It's fine. His top half is decked out leather armor, this doesn't look out-of-place at all]
Well, as I'm certain we have much to discuss, will you walk with me? I've yet to explore every inch of this place.