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redactable2020-09-18 10:12 am
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WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL
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:
- 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 theyāre arriving in the evening? Just say āhelloā! Or āgreetingsā! Greetings is fancy, right? Oh thatās true. Greetings, everyone. Thatās better? Yes! Except maybe we take out the thatās better part in the final version. Will do! 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. |
NAVIGATION locations āĖ. statuses *+:ļ½” ic profiles :āo ic rules dļ¾ļ¾ļ½„ļ½” audience requests murder proposals ļ½”ā§o private conversations dļ¾oļ½” curfew dļ¾ā§ memories |

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[ best to clean it up anyway. xie lian does take his time to carefully blot around the wounds, applying a bit of pressure to make sure she's not actively bleeding. he's at least used to this sort of thing, so it will be quick work - and as if to comfort her, ruoye snakes out from xie lian's sleeve and rubs against her knuckles, like a nuzzle.
at her question, he pauses, thoughtfully. ] I come from a small village called Puji. I've traveled some, but I can tell you I've never even heard of such a thing. Is that odd...?
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No way. Some of my friends don't know what cakes or candy are. I don't know what Ruoye is. That doesn't mean it's strange.
[Ruoye gets a gentle nudge with one of her fingers.]
Everyone has to experience new things, you know?
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[ ruoye is immediately delighted by this! it winds around her fingers, nuzzling against them further. for his part, xie lian agrees with the answer, a little smile on his face as he carefully cleans his way up the gashes. ]
You said you arrived here like this, no? Were you in a fight? If you don't mind me asking.
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She keeps petting Ruoye idly, even as her expression falls.]
No, it wasn't a fight. Not really.
I was trying to save someone.
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[ xie lian's brows knit together, and his voice is filled with a genuine sort of empathy. to save others... well, he's certainly been in the reverse of this situation, himself.
he moves for another paper towel, starting to work on the gashes on her other arm, and rouye wriggles between her fingers, now. bandage hug. ] I hope that your efforts were successful.
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[Her jaw sets, a fire behind dark eyes.]
I want to believe that. No... I'm going to believe that. If I'm still okay, then... I know he has to be okay, too.
We were together before this. So I'm gonna keep looking for him. He deserves a chance to go home.
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Very well said. Do you mind if I asked what happened?
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