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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[laid]

[Raven has never heard that word before but he can infer from context clues that it's nothing good and it's directed at him.]

Hey now, there's no need fer such hostility, is it a crime to make an observation?
[Such as: girl hot.]

[evocationary]

[ girl indeed hot, she'll take that. ]

Please, you'd know if I was being hostile, bud. [ she takes a bite of her toast and somehow it sounds like bubblegum snapping? ] What do you want? Foodwise, I mean.

[laid]

[Well that's weird, but he's not really one to ask a lot of questions. And he certainly doesn't want to miss out on a chance for free food.]

Fish if you've got it, I ain't picky beyond that.

[evocationary]

Sure. [ she's actually got bouillabaisse cooking already because she's had some good helpers. probably. ]

That's almost done. Just needs like fifteen minutes and some salt - actually, go grab me some salt, Mr. Man.

[laid]

[A mock salute.]

On it, boss.
[He says, as if he has any idea where the salt might be. It's gotta be in one of these cabinets, he figures, he's just gotta rifle through them a bit.]

Y'know, I feel like I saw a guy who looked sorta like you, earlier. Don't suppose yer related?

[evocationary]

[ she raises her eyebrow. ]

Just because there's two elves running around doesn't mean they're related. [ lup you look IDENTICAL. ] What are you, some sort of elf racist?

[laid]

[Emerging from his latest cabinet, salt in hand.]

How am I supposed ta be racist against elves when you're the first two elves I've ever met?
[This is the first time he's ever even heard the word!!!]

[evocationary]

[ this dude is so easy to bully ]

Just because you've never seen an elf before doesn't mean you can't be racist! Check yourself before you wreck yourself. [ cheerful! she makes a grabby hand for the salt. ]

[laid]

[He is.]

... Ya know, you've got an interestin' way of talking, miss chef.
[He has never heard this idiom before. He can infer the meaning, he thinks, but honestly. Between that and "incel"...]

[evocationary]

Do I? [ she asks, lazily. ] You're not the first person to tell me that today. Well, actually, you're the first person to tell me with your words. Everybody else told me with their expressions.

[laid]

Bein' straightforward's the privilege of the elderly.
[Because that's what Raven is, clearly.]

Maybe we're all just not used ta elf slang.

[evocationary]

I'm sorry, did you just imply you're elderly? How old are you, fourteen?

[laid]

[WHAT IN THE WORLD.]

Do I look like a kid to you?? I'm thirty-five.
[Which is obviously much older.]

[evocationary]

You think thirty-five is old? Buddy.

[ says the like idk 200 something year old ]

[laid]

Old enough fer my bones to hurt. You'll understand when ya get to be my age.

[He's just assuming she's younger because she looks it to him. He doesn't know shit about elves.]

[evocationary]

[ she gremlin cackles at that. ]

Your age? How old do you think I am? Please guess.

[laid]

Oh, no way, I'm not falling for that trap, tryin' ta guess a ladies age is a one way ticket ta disaster.