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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[evocationary]

[ oh my god ]

Don't you do it! I will put you on a hitlist!

[frostythehitman]

[ Brings it closer. It is now just barely hovering over his skin. ]

[evocationary]

[ she reaches into her bag and throws a whole entire frog pillow at him. ]

[frostythehitman]

[ Getting hit with the frog pillow jolts his arm and does indeed push the knife onto his face. Thankfully it only nicks him a little, but still. Contact has been made. ]

Well. Seal's broken now. Might as well keep going.

[evocationary]

[ she throws her hands up in the air! ]

You better bleach the fuck out of that knife. Ugh. I cannot believe this. I'm going to go full Karen because you don't know how to act like a civilized person.

[frostythehitman]

[ He just starts fully hacking away at the facial hair. ]

Oh calm down. You wouldn't be able to tell even if I didn't bleach it.

[evocationary]

I would. I would absolutely know. I'd smell your guilt.

[frostythehitman]

Bold of you to assume I know how to feel guilt.

[ I mean, he does. He extremely does. But like, not over not bleaching a knife he used to shave. ]

[evocationary]

[ stop, she's angry! she's mad don't make her SMILE. ]

Ugh. Watch your back, Dadjeans. [ she points to her eyes and points to him. ]

[frostythehitman]

[ He sputters. ]

Dadjeans?

[evocationary]

Yes! Dadjeans! As in if your pants go any higher, they're going to be suspenders!

[ they're not even that high, she's just throwing spaghetti against the wall to see what sticks. ]

[frostythehitman]

Height? Is that what makes them dadjeans?

[ Bucky has absolutely no idea how fashion works. ]

[evocationary]

It doesn't make them not dadjeans.

[frostythehitman]

How the hell can they be dadjeans if I'm not even a dad?!

[evocationary]

Dadjeans are a state of mind. A vibe, if you will.

[frostythehitman]

I do not have dad vibes.

[ He says, after basically adopting two kids. ]