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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[pulsecannon]

I. Wake me up before you go go

[ Here's a school girl, sitting up and rubbing her head. It looks like she went through a zombie apocalypse or something from all the dirt and dried blood covering her. ]

Hey...did anyone else have that- [ She pauses as her eyes focuses on those around her. ]

Hey! Very funny, guys. Where are you and who the heck are all these people?

II. Inn and Out

[ Eventually, she'll make her way to the Inn. Looking at each of the names on the doors to see if she can recognize any. ]

Huh. I don't see any of their names... maybe there's another building around here?

[ She mumbles to herself as she walks over back to the door that had her name on it. ]

Who the heck is Hansa anyways? I hope they aren't a weirdo or anything like that.

[ Why is she rooming with a stranger anyways? ]


III. Free style

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[robopriest]

Hansa? Who's that?

[Says this random priest who's just approaching - he even looks back, like he expects some big weirdo behind him who happens to be named Hansa. There is no one else, of course.]

[pulsecannon]

Apparently they are my roommate. This is just great! [ From her tone and the way she waves her arms above her head, it's clear she doesn't find this great. ]

Who the heck asked them to assign us a roommate, huh? [ Wait. Pausing to actually look at the dude she's talking to.

... ]

Who the heck are you, anyways?

[robopriest]

Oh, that's not nice of them. I know that personally, having your own room is really the best option.

[He gestures to himself.]

...Me? I'm just a simple priest. And who might you be?

[pulsecannon]

It is. I know I definitely like my privacy. Who the heck wants to room with strangers, anyways?

[ Huffing as she crosses her arms. It's rude. ]

I don't know about that. You kind of have creep written all over you. What the heck is a priest, anyways?

[robopriest]

Certainly not me. But ah, beggars can't be choosers...

[He pretends to look offended, but it doesn't hide the amused sparkle in his visible eye.]

Me? A creep? Ah, you're going to hurt my feelings... [:(((((] And a priest is...hm. How to explain...a representative and religious leader of sorts - I follow the will of the Lord, and help others where He sees fit.

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[stillnot]

[ Oh thank god, someone else covered in dirt and blood. Clementine was feeling out of place. ]

You're missing people too, huh?

[pulsecannon]

[ Same hat ]

Yeah, I am. I hope they didn't get it into their heads to play a joke on me.

[ ...but playing a joke would be better than not being there. ]

Where the heck are we anyways?

[stillnot]

I don't think this is any kind of prank.

[ She looks a bit antsy on the subject of missing people, but doesn't really comment further and just shakes her head. ]

Don't know. It looks way too clean.

[pulsecannon]

Huh. [ She looks around again. ] Yeah, you're right. It's way too clean to be Rubrum. What's going on?

[stillnot]

Don't know. Creeps me out, though.

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[lionson]

[He's just going to immediately pull up Hansa's profile to reference it.]

Well. What're your thoughts on rooming with a 30-something guy?

[pulsecannon]

30-something? Eh! Who the heck wants to room with some old geezer?

[lionson]

30-something ain't that old, you know.

[pulsecannon]

It's pretty old to me. You might as well be living the retired life by then.

[lionson]

You know that most people work in their field of study for thirty-to-forty years before retirement, yeah?

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[suddenlybees]

Hi! Yes! I'm Hansa!

[ Kano pipes up behind her, hands clasped behind his back and very much not a weirdo she would have liked to room with, but she is spared. ]

RUNS AT

[pulsecannon]

[ That takes her by surprise for a moment. ]

Huh. At least you look pretty normal. You aren't a pervert or anything, right?

CATCHES LIKE...AN HOUR LATER. IT WAS SLOW MOTION RUNNING

[suddenlybees]

Huh. Hmm. I don't wanna, like, steer you wrong or anything, so you gotta tell me! What sort of pervert?

[ very clear definitions please ]

SPINS WAY LATER...

[pulsecannon]

You're a guy. Shouldn't you know already?

LIFTS YOU UP...... HOURS LATER............

[suddenlybees]

Like, skirt flipping pervert? Pigtail pulling pervert? Sure, yeah, alright! I'll take it~

[ He's a fourth grader, that's what he is. But he doesn't seem to care if that's the label that gets slapped onto him. ]

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[soulus]

[Rufus looks quietly furious as he sits upright. He barely gives the school girl's battered appearance a glance before climbing onto his feet.]

It seems that we're all asking the same questions.

[pulsecannon]

Is there anyone who actually has an answer or anything that'll help?

[ She's going to hop up to her feet while she talks. ]

[soulus]

[If there's anyone like that, he wouldn't know. He leans down to pick up the goodie bag, peers inside it, and pulls out the device.]

You have a bag as well.

[pulsecannon]

Yeah, I do- Huh?

[ Looking at the bag by her. Then seeing a similar bag by everyone who may still be around. Time to pick it up. ]

What the heck is this? Do they think giving us a gift will make is feel better or something?