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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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Yona has seen and done some pretty silly stuff, but she can't recall seeing anyone run directly into a wall before. So when she sees Ange just slam run into it, she hurries over, looking equal parts confused and concerned.]
Are you okay?
[Her voice comes out very raspy and quiet even though her tone kind of indicates she's trying to be louder. Don't worry about it.]
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Ange rubs her nose as she staggers back a few paces, wincing.]
I thought perhaps my eyes were playing tricks on me...
[A beat.
She turns her attention to Yona.]
Miss, are you all right...? You sound rather... [BAD?]
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[...she also smells faintly of smoke, her cloak is singed, and there are burns on her hands, but don't worry about it. Yona is certainly not worrying about it! She's more worried about Ange having smacked into a wall.]
You didn't scrape anything, did you?
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Please, don't worry about me. I'm fine.
But miss...! If your throat sounds so terrible, and it is that sore... we should get you some water or tea to tend to it.
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[That's kind of a lie, but it's fine. Yona considers it for a moment.]
But if you're that worried, we can go get something to drink... and we can check to make sure you didn't get any scrapes or bruises at the same time.
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[To find a drink...! Some water, at least. They're probably headed towards the inn, then.]
... My name is Ange, by the way. I don't believe you should talk too much with your throat sounding as it does, though...
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She holds up a keychain she took from the emporium that reads YONA.]
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Miss Yona, then? That's a lovely name!
[Towards the inn... and kitchen!]
It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Yona.
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[and lo, they make it to the inn without tripping over anything, hopefully.]
...I guess you don't have any idea how we got here either, right?
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[Into the kitchen with them. Ange is familiar enough with the basic kitchen layout to be able to find a glass, and her world is steampunk-y enough for her to be able to use the water, though she marvels for a moment at how clean it is.
Then she offers said glass to Yona.]
Please, drink up. If this does not soothe your throat, I am a decent hand at brewing tea as well...!
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How...?
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It... is amazingly clean water, right? I was also amazed...!
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[She gestures vaguely at the sink.]
Is it connected to a well, somehow?
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Miss... you must be from far out in the countryside to have not yet seen plumbing.
[WHAT TROUBLES YONA MUST HAVE BEEN THROUGH ALL HER LIFE...]
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I... grew up in the capital, actually?
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Ange notices the burns only after the wincing, letting go of Yona's hands immediately.]
You grew up in London...? And yet you haven't seen plumbing...
[What a life Yona must've led... Anyway, she turns the water back on.]
Here, the water is cool. It should soothe the burns on your hands a little.
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[She shoves her hands under the water, but.]
What is London? I grew up in Kuuto.
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Where is Kuuto...? Is it foreign?
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[...]
Are you not from Kouka...?
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I'm from the Kingdom of Albion.
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Is it near Kai Empire? ...or Sei, or Xing?
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Those are... I'm sorry, I've never heard of them before. They sound quite foreign to me.
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[???]
But in that case... I already didn't recognize this town, but where are we?
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[... NOW....]
... Now it is almost daunting to try to imagine...
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[She reaches over to pat Ange on the shoulder. There, there.]
It's okay. There are a lot of us here - we can all work together to find a way back to where we came from.
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