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.

NAVIGATION locations ₓ˚. statuses *+:｡ ic profiles :ₓo ic rules ･ﾟﾟ･｡ audience requests murder proposals ｡✧o private conversations ･ﾟo｡ curfew ･ﾟ✧ memories

Comments

[soulus]

I was reading the data. Your information is rather sparse.

[misstrust]

A woman who talks too much doesn't find herself with company very often.

[ Dorothy quirks an eyebrow. ]

If you have questions, you're free to ask. But if I'm to answer them, I'd like to ask some of my own in return.

[soulus]

[He studies her for a moment, then nods. He'll take a raincheck, though.]

As of now, I have no questions . . . unless you have one?

[misstrust]

Several, and I'm aware it's rude, but I hadn't expected someone to not only live well past eighty but continue to look so youthful.

[ What even are you, sir. ]

[soulus]

Certainly, it's unexpected for humans.

Eighty years . . . no, even eight hundred years are still considered youthful to Haros.

[misstrust]

And a Haro is...?

[ A human-looking person with pointy ears and a long lifespan?? ]

[soulus]

[Yes, exactly.]

A demon from the Underworld.

[misstrust]

[ Uh. ]

... Aren't demons supposed to be wicked creatures that tempt you to sin in order to drag you into Hell, or some such thing?

[ Not that she has ever met a demon, but you know. ]

[soulus]

Haros oversee the souls of the dead. The living are not within our purview.

[No comment on the wicked part.]

[misstrust]

Well, I can see why you said you weren't interested in fun with a job like that.

[ That's fine. ]

[soulus]

Fun has nothing to do with it. What matters is how much the work pays.

[misstrust]

That bounty-hunting mentioned in your profile?

[ ... She really has more questions by the minute. ]

[soulus]

Yes. I specialize in soul collection.

That's the third question.

[She's racking up her debt. Yee-haw.]

[misstrust]

Aaand that's enough for now. I'm not even sure you could come up with three questions in return.

[ Nothing she could tell him will be able to match "soul-hunting demon from Hell", sadly. ]

[soulus]

[One never knows.]

There's still time. I can always collect later.

[misstrust]

I do like the idea of you going out of your way to seek me out. Makes a girl feel special.

[ Dorothy, no. ]

[soulus]

[Dorothy, yes.]

Where can I find you?

[misstrust]

I'm afraid I likely won't be in just one place. But if you're looking in the evening, I doubt I'd leave the inn.

[ Better to be inside in a weird place at night. ]

[soulus]

I understand. In the evening, then.

[misstrust]

Then I'll look forward to it. For now...

[ She's going to delicately wave a hand and head off to keep exploring. ]