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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. |
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Kano claps his hands together delightedly and starts leading the way towards the inn- in through the front door, through the kitchen, to the very very back of the walk in freezer, and unearths a frozen solid length of arm. ]
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In the dining room somewhere, Alphinaud has deposited his goodie bag findings on a table; the freezer itself is a novel concept, but before he can think about it for long—
Hello arm.
Alphinaud gapes. ]
Gods above—that is– [ that... that is real? ] No one would just pick this up! The rumors must be just that—rumors. I have half a mind to claim you've taken the life of this person yourself!
[ THIS IS SERIAL KILLER SHIT RIGHT HERE ]
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And what authority are you gonna report this to? Here, here, take a lookā see?
[ At the very end of the arm, at the shoulder joint, where it looks like the arm had been twisted and pulled straight off the shoulder. No cutting at all, just yanked off like a tender chicken wing. ]
Do I look like I have the strength to do something like this? Nah, it's the witch, I'm telling ya.