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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waking up

[lecarre]

[Holy shit???]

U-um, sir, are you all right? Is that--that's... that's blood, isn't it...?!

[Calm down, Ange, this is useless!!]

[favourable]

[there are like. a lot of things virid could be freaking out over right now, but in this instant, he'll settle for—]

What... Where—where is Virid...?

[anyway that sure is blood]

[lecarre]

[THAT SURE IS BLOOD.

Ange digs into her pARTY GIFT BAG.

There is nothing useful here.]

Please, stay still for a moment...! You're hurt badly, you need medical attention!

[favourable]

[rip useless party bag]

I...

[he should probably string together more coherent sentences, but he is a very confused child right now.]

... Who are you?

[lecarre]

To be honest, I do not believe that should be your biggest concern right now...

[She just flails around for anything to stop the blood flow with.

.. .... ... Her scarf?? She's not using that, right, it's warm. But. Eeurgh. Either way, she tugs it off.]

My name is Ange. Please, let me see your injury.

[favourable]

[...

he doesn't make a move to, like, make it easier for her, but it doesn't look like he's going to stop her either.]

[lecarre]

[OKAY time to fumblingly see what she got herself into!!

How bad is it...]

[favourable]

[well, it's not... great. it's healed over enough that he's probably not going to bleed to death any time soon, but it's still dripping blood and sure looks like it hurts.]

[lecarre]

[AGHHH.

Ange does not know what she's doing, so her hands hover uselessly for a bit, before she finally drags in a deep breath.]

You shouldn't be moving at all... this looks very painful.

[Since it's still bleeding, she does indeed use the scarf to try to staunch the bleeding a bit. Farewell, scarf.]

We need to find you a doctor.

[favourable]

[...

he shakes his head.]

Virid. I need to find Virid.

[lecarre]

[... Quietly, she rests a hand on his shoulder.]

Who is Virid...? Perhaps we can find him as we search for a doctor as well.

[favourable]

... My brother. He was with me...

[lecarre]

Please, don't panic...

[...]

We'll find him. You need to stay still.

[favourable]

[did ange say to not panic because he's paNICKING]

I need to find him—!

[lecarre]

We will, we will...! Please, please calm down, you are too injured to move so much!

[favourable]

I'm fine.

[he's not, but whatever!]

[lecarre]

You are not, and I shan't accept that you are!

[PLS.]

Allow me to at least assist you while you do, if you insist on searching.

[favourable]

[he's quiet for a moment.]

... All right.

[no idea who this girl is! no idea what's going on! but all he knows is that if he's here, he needs to find his brother.]

[lecarre]

[They tried tbh.

They're probably going to stagger all over pathetically looking for his brother now while Ange tries and fails to find a doctor.

It's a little pitiful.]

[favourable]

[nooooooo his brother

at some point, he's just going to drop to his knees.]

He's not here...

[lecarre]

... I'm so sorry, sir. It... does not appear as though he is.

But... perhaps that means he is safer than we are.

[favourable]

[virid almost wants to laugh at that, but he refrains.]

... Where is this? What's going on?

[if this is the "beyond", then he's not the one who should be here. not alone, at least.]

[lecarre]

[She just shakes her head regretfully.]

I'm sorry... I truly don't know. I am just as confused as you are.

[But less bleed-y.]

[favourable]

... You're not from here, then?

[aaaaaaaaaah]

[lecarre]

I am not... I am from London.

[...]

I've spoken to a few of the others here. None of them seem to be from here either.