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]

[She laughs weakly at that.]

At a certain point, I thought I was beyond being shocked anymore.

[But like, then she met a centaur and learned that she could, in fact, still be shocked.]

But in a way, despite the situation, it is a little exciting too... seeing things that I could never have dreamed of.

[antaressnipe]

Mm... it would be to your benefit to remain shocked at the unknown.

[Smiling faintly]

New experiences are enjoyable for a reason. Though... take heed all the same. I don't expect to find another centaur here, but where I'm from, they are considered dangerous.

[Folding his arms, a glance shot around their surroundings]

And we don't know surprises there will be in this town, yet.

[lecarre]

[Right... He is right and she knows it.]

I will... do my best to be cautious. I don't want to cause anyone any worry over me either...

It feels like everyone has more than enough to worry about right now.

[antaressnipe]

[An agreeable hum at that.]

At least we have lodgings for the time being.

[Well. Some of them.]

I cannot get to the second floor, but could you tell me what is up there?

[lecarre]

You cannot--

[A beat.

She glances at the HORSE LEGS and her mouth makes a tiny "oh" motion.]

Um, right, of course. There are simply rooms up there. Um, they have nameplates of constellations! But I didn't notice anything particularly noteworthy otherwise when I went up there.

[antaressnipe]

Constellations, is it...

[...]

Is one of the nameplates called Centaurus?

[lecarre]

[Opens mouth

closes mouth.]

That is...

[She doesn't...remember...

She feels a bit like she's letting him down.]

Um, please allow me to go double check...! [She's gonna scamper to see.]

[antaressnipe]

-- Ah, no, I didn't mean to imply it was impor... tant...

[WHELP SHE'S GONE.

Guess it's time to wait in the meantime]

[lecarre]

[SHE RETURNS.

SOONISH.

Wheezing like a schoolgirl whose only physical exertion is occasionally PE.]

It is... that is... I mean...

[AHEM.]

There is... a Centarus room...

1/2

[antaressnipe]

[... Staring at the ceiling because that's really not funny

(just wait until he realizes that's not even his room)]

[antaressnipe]

[--Ah, but.

Ange. Girl. Are you okay]

Miss Ange, would you like to sit down...?

[lecarre]

Ah... no, I'm... I'm fine. Just... a moment...

[Just give her a moment to catch her breath.

Which she does, hunched over a little with her hands on her knees.

PHEW.

Then she stands more properly.]

The Centaurus constellation... it represents centaurs like you, right? In the myths and things.

[antaressnipe]

Yes, it does. Are you familiar with the mythology of that constellation?

[lecarre]

Um... only a little. We learned a little bit about the myths.

[Contemplatively.]

There was something about...a wise mentor who was a centaur, I think?

[antaressnipe]

More or less. He was supposedly hung up in the stars after his unusual death.

[HMM HMM in any case--]

Thank you, by the way -- for checking. If there are constellation names on the door, then perhaps whoever brought us here are familiar with them.

[lecarre]

[Huh...]

I wonder what it must be like, to be immortalized in the stars...

[ANYWAY.]

It was my pleasure to assist, though! It was such a small thing, I am glad I could do it.