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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. |
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You can leave most of it in your room, if you wish. [He does not say this condescendingly, more helpfully.] The ones with our names on them.
[A pause, and then he laughs a bit.]
I would offer you my jacket, but I'm surprised to say I'm not sure if it will fit you.
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[But if their gift-giver is going to be offended that things are abandoned, well, that can't be helped.]
And whether it would fit or not, it certainly wouldn't suit. I have no need of your garments.
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[He is still smiling like he's amused, not insulted at all.]
Fortunately, I think most of the gifts are for fun.
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[there is no practical way to haul that around, and he has no use for it. it's not getting carried to the room.]
Fun is hardly at the forefront of anyone's thoughts here, I should think.
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I'm afraid there are no pockets for those. My apologies. I believe Miss Dorothy may contest you on that idea.
She plans to enjoy herself until she finds out more about why we are here.
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[it isn't as though looking around or asking around has done anyone much good, after all.]
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[He leans back some.]
If I may ask, how do you pronounce your name?