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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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I'd rather you didn't die.
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[ Too bad for Elsa, he's been slated to die since he was seven, there's no comment here. ]
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That's not how it worksāit's--owing someone your life is just an expression. Nobody wants you to die for them, and you don't have to die for anyone.
I just meant for... lunch, or something!
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[ He can't even say he's tasty. He's too scrawny, he wouldn't be very tender at all. ]
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but then. pffffttt. it's an honest-to-god laugh.]
You know, I haven't decided yet. I guess I'll just choose on the day...
...So until then, you'd better take care of yourself, or the deal's off.
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Ohh, Sneaky~ That's no fair, forcing me to keep myself whole and pristine until feast day. I guess I got no choice, huh?
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That's right. You don't have any choice at all, so I'd appreciate it if you stick to the terms of our agreement.
[--then laughs again.]
I'll be keeping my eye on you, just in case.