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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Comments

[pulsecannon]

Never heard of 'em and never have to worry about them. Maybe that's why you look so old, huh? Worrying about something stupid like that.

[ She doesn't even know what they are ]

[robopriest]

[For a moment he looks like he's going to burst out laughing, but he manages to keep his composure.]

Oh, believe me, I don't have to worry about them. You? You're going to get pummeled with them when you least expect it. I'm really not making that up. People have cried over taxes, you know. If you don't know about it, then its simply too late. My condolences to you.

[pulsecannon]

You don't need to worry about me. [ Waving her hand ] I'll just deal with it if it ever happens! Besides, it's not like I'll be alive long enough to ever be that old.

[robopriest]

[record scratch]

You...don't expect to live that long?

[pulsecannon]

That's the whole point of war, isn't it? You don't expect to make it out alive.

[robopriest]

[MENTALLY CLOSING EYES]

...And what war is that?

[pulsecannon]

The war. The one against those Militesi jerks!

[ A pause ]

Or rather just a certain jerk now.

[robopriest]

The only war I know was a petty joke between some factions that just want some power to themselves...ah, but I'm describing most wars, honestly.

[A short huff.]

Who's the jerk?

[pulsecannon]

That sounds like a certain old guy up in the chain of command. Though I ain't talkin about him. The jerk is Cid Aulstyne. He's gone off and became the Judge or whatever.

[robopriest]

[..................yeah he has no idea what she's talking about.]

You know. Weird thought. But I don't think I come from the same world as you, little lady.

[He says it deadpan.]

[pulsecannon]

[ ... ]

So what then? Are you related to Eidolons or something?

[ She has a whole doubt about that ]

[robopriest]

Are Eidolons a good or bad thing?

[pulsecannon]

I wouldn't say they were good or bad. They are pretty powerful.

[ Oh. She answered her own question. ]

Guess that's a no then.

[robopriest]

It sure is a no. I'm just a priest. I don't have anything to do with Eidolons and that stuff.

[Shrugs.]

[pulsecannon]

Then nothing makes sense!

[ World hopping is only a thing for summons okay ]

[robopriest]

[THAT'S HOW IT IS, CATER]

You can say that again.