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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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Um...did you check the storage? [he's pointing to the walk-in supply closet.]
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That's just the pantry. Nothing but food in there.
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Need it to shave.
[ Aaaand back to noisily ransacking all the cabinets! ]
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You sure there isn't a better way to do that?
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[ Also like. Squints at Sora. Because Bucky is pretty sure this kid has never had to think about how to deal with a facial hair in his life before. What the hell would you know, kid. ]
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Nothing in the bathrooms at all? Aren't you worried about cutting your face open?
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[ He says this like he knows what he's doing, but actually he has never used either a knife or a straight razor to shave. He is fully making shit up. ]
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So you woke up here with no idea what's going on too? [may as well be conversational while they do this. ]
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Yeah. Seems like everyone here did. Doesn't exactly bode well for whatever's gonna happen next.
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Have you been in a situation like this before?
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...Yeah, looks like it should do.
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But this'll do. Probably.
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You could probably find something soft enough to use as shaving cream in the fridge? [it's not whipped cream, sora.]
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[ shaving cream just exists to like moisturize your face while you shave, right? Dairy is supposed to be moisturizing, isn't it?
He opens up the fridge and starts pulling out anything that looks like it might fit the bill. ]
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What about something like that? [he's pointing to a container of whipped cream cheese.] Or maybe that? [and that's just butter. there's no way this guy's gonna go through with it, right?]
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Now, the whipped cream cheese...he holds it up and really thinks about this one. Very spreadable, but with enough heft to really cling and maybe be effective. ]
...well, it's as good as I'm going to get here.
[ And so, he dunks the knife in the whipped cream cheese and begins spreading it all over his face.
Welcome to hell, lads. ]
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Good luck.
[please. someone else more responsible come stop this.]