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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[frostythehitman]

...Huh. Maybe.

[ shaving cream just exists to like moisturize your face while you shave, right? Dairy is supposed to be moisturizing, isn't it?

He opens up the fridge and starts pulling out anything that looks like it might fit the bill. ]

[reconnective]

[he hadn't expected to be taken seriously, but he's looking into the fridge to see what he might be able to spot.]

What about something like that? [he's pointing to a container of whipped cream cheese.] Or maybe that? [and that's just butter. there's no way this guy's gonna go through with it, right?]

[frostythehitman]

[ Bucky holds up and judges each of the items as Sora points them out or he pulls them out of the fridge. Butter, too firm. Sour cream, possible but not likely to stick to the face all that well. Literally any form of liquid, too thin. Whipped cream, too airy to be effective.

Now, the whipped cream cheese...he holds it up and really thinks about this one. Very spreadable, but with enough heft to really cling and maybe be effective. ]

...well, it's as good as I'm going to get here.

[ And so, he dunks the knife in the whipped cream cheese and begins spreading it all over his face.

Welcome to hell, lads. ]

[reconnective]

[hell is real and it's in the form of watching a grown man actually listen to him. but sometimes....you have to do what you have to do to survive in the wild, which is why he moves out of the way to give bucky space and be on standby in case he does stab himself in the face.]

Good luck.

[please. someone else more responsible come stop this.]