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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[lecarre]

[???]

... You must live a very exciting life.

[She does not understand, but this is fine.]

But even so, I'm relieved you are all right. You need to keep all of your limbs intact to find a way out of here, right?

[bisouled]

[ exciting is one way to put it... ]

I'll be fine. Really! Like you said, I'm tough.

[ not tough enough to break this wall, though. She crosses her arms. ]

I guess you're in the same boat as me, then. What's your name? I'm Fiora.

[lecarre]

Oh, I'm Ange. It's a pleasure, Miss Fiora!

[The same boat sans being able to stand back up when flung backwards like that.]

I was also looking for a way out, but I haven't had much luck, unfortunately.

[bisouled]

Oh, please. Just Fiora is fine.

[ miss fiora... she's really not a kid anymore, huh. Well, she'll enjoy it while it lasts. ]

Why don't we work together? Two heads are better than one.

[lecarre]

Oh, yes!

[A beat. She clears her throat.]

I mean, um, I would like that. It sounds much more pleasant to look together.

[bisouled]

That's the spirit! Hmm...

[ she taps her chin. ]

I guess we should find out where we are on the Bionis first.

[lecarre]

[Blinks.

Blankly.]

The... what? I'm sorry, miss, I don't know what that is.

[bisouled]

What...? You don't know?

[ on the other hand, Fiora looks completely flabbergasted by this. ]

You know -- the Bionis! Where we all live! I was on its leg before, near Colony 6.

[lecarre]

[LEG??]

... Is it a creature?

[bisouled]

[ She really doesn't know?! ]

It's - something like that? [ Fiora also doesn't know how to answer that question anymore, but it's fine. The more important thing is that this woman's apparently never heard of it. ] Where are you from if not the Bionis? There's nothing else out there but water.

[lecarre]

Um... London...?

[Yeah, this is going well.]

It is on regular, er, land, though. Not a creature or the like.

[bisouled]

Regular land...?

[ ????? ??????????????? ]

That doesn't make sense.

[lecarre]

[??????????]

W...what? What doesn't make sense about it?

[bisouled]

There isn't any land at all outside of the Bionis and the Mechonis - it's just ocean, like I said. I've never heard of London, either.

[ worth noting: Fiora is saying all this while speaking with a very strong British accent. ]

[lecarre]

[UHHHH.]

... I'm sorry, are you having a joke at my expense...? [They have the same accent what is happening here.]

It is just... you sound as though you could be one of my classmates.

[bisouled]

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