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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 don't like how quiet this place is... there should be a lot more people.
So where are they? And if there really isn't anyone here, then... shouldn't we find out more?
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. . . Maybe you're right. I don't think I have time to wait around. We'd better find out what we can.
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If something's wrong about this place, and whoever was suppose to be here is gone... then I want to help them.
...
[She hasn't realize how firmly her fists are clenched until she takes a second to look the boy over again.]
Hey... I've never seen your uniform before. Do you live in Tokyo?
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Seasoning City. [What.] I'm a second year at Salt Middle School. [What.]
You came from that far?
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[ummmmmm]
I dunno... it depends where here is? I'm a second year, too, but my school's in Tokyo. It's all girls.
[ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Oh, lightbulb.]
Hey, is Seasoning City in Hokkaido? Is that what you mean?
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No, it's in [extremely vague explanation of where it is.]
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