redactable | WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL

WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL
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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

a rock that resembles the galaxy

a single random one of these pillows

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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locations ₓ˚. statuses *+:｡ ic profiles :ₓo ic rules ･ﾟﾟ･｡ audience requests
murder proposals ｡✧o private conversations ･ﾟo｡ curfew ･ﾟ✧ memories

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[dying a little on the inside]

No. We've been around for thousands of years.

How come I've never heard of it then?

[SHRUGS]

Maybe you've been living under a rock for a good while? Maybe I'm not the one who needs to check her head.

My head is in better shape than yours is! [ RUDE ] Who cares anyways. We have more important things to worry about than Gods or whatever. Don't you have your own room to look for?

Yeah, that's true. And...hey, what do you know. It's right here.

[Just looks at the door she's standing in front of, smiling like the cat that ate the canary.]

[He'll just let it sink in.]

[ Looks at door. Looks at him. Looks at door again. ]

What? No way! You have got to be kidding me!

[That gets him to let out a laugh.]

Ah, I guess I really am a weirdo to you! Though I promise, I'll let you do your thing. I really don't mean to impose.

You are! Besides that, you look really, really old. I don't want to room with some old guy.

Thirty-four is hardly that old. Please, look at yourself. You'll be thirty in barely two years.

[he's joking]

You definitely need to get your eyes checked, old geezer! I'm only sixteen.

Sixteen? [He makes a face.] Oof.

[Yes, he says "oof".]

Told ya I'm young.

No, that isn't young...if you were eleven, maybe. You're practically old enough to start paying for taxes.

What the heck is a tax? Also stop making that face. It's weird.

[He just looks? Horrified?]

You're sixteen and you don't know what taxes are? Goodness...I worry about you, little lady...you're not going to survive for long once you get out here...

[please literally do not listen to him he is messing with you, cater]

Never heard of 'em and never have to worry about them. Maybe that's why you look so old, huh? Worrying about something stupid like that.

[ She doesn't even know what they are ]

[For a moment he looks like he's going to burst out laughing, but he manages to keep his composure.]

Oh, believe me, I don't have to worry about them. You? You're going to get pummeled with them when you least expect it. I'm really not making that up. People have cried over taxes, you know. If you don't know about it, then its simply too late. My condolences to you.

You don't need to worry about me. [ Waving her hand ] I'll just deal with it if it ever happens! Besides, it's not like I'll be alive long enough to ever be that old.

[record scratch]

You...don't expect to live that long?

That's the whole point of war, isn't it? You don't expect to make it out alive.

[MENTALLY CLOSING EYES]

...And what war is that?

The war. The one against those Militesi jerks!

[ A pause ]

Or rather just a certain jerk now.

Edited 2020-09-27 19:13 (UTC)

The only war I know was a petty joke between some factions that just want some power to themselves...ah, but I'm describing most wars, honestly.

[A short huff.]

Who's the jerk?

That sounds like a certain old guy up in the chain of command. Though I ain't talkin about him. The jerk is Cid Aulstyne. He's gone off and became the Judge or whatever.

[..................yeah he has no idea what she's talking about.]

You know. Weird thought. But I don't think I come from the same world as you, little lady.

[He says it deadpan.]

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