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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[bisouled]

[ there are all kinds of strange creatures living on Bionis, but she can't say she's ever seen one like this. Some kind of combination of a Homs and an Eks...? Fiora's already run into plenty of things she never thought could exist back home, so this shouldn't be much of a surprise, but she still can't help but stare at him in surprise at first.

Then she stops. Because that's rude! And because she knows she'll probably look just as strange to him. ]

Well, that's not very inclusive of them.

[antaressnipe]

[Admittedly, her manner of dress means his stare lingers on her for a few moments longer than what would be considered normal--

Though he still answers her question, voice friendly but neutral]

I would be surprised if they were inclusive. My kind aren't common in most places.

[bisouled]

Still! They made it sound like they brought us here specifically, didn't they? It's all a bit thoughtless.

[ please make accommodations for the horse man if you're going to not-kidnap him all the way here. Since he brought it up, though, she looks at him curiously. ]

... Although... I can't say I've ever met someone like you, either.

[antaressnipe]

Should we get the chance to talk to our captors, perhaps accommodations can be made then.

[He says, but honestly just ain't that fussed about the entire thing. A centaur being on the second floor of any building is already a novelty. Perhaps he just prefers his hooves on the ground]

And I must admit, your manner of dress is also ... unique.

[Reminds him of -- but no, that's doubtful, even though his head gives a faint tilt of thought]

[bisouled]

Oh! Well... It's not really an outfit. This is my body.

[ it sounds weird when she says it like that?! suddenly, she feels kind of self-conscious again. Fiora links her hands behind her back demurely. ]

Sorry, I know it's weird, but it's a long story.

[antaressnipe]

There's probably no one here more than I who understands one's appearance requires a lot of... backstory.

[Meaning it's fine, it's fine. He isn't going to make a lady spill the details. They haven't even exchanged names]

Think nothing of my comment; I didn't mean to cause offense if I did.

[bisouled]

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