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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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It's alright. I will likely attempt a night in the forest before I settle for anywhere else.
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But don't hesitate to call for help if you need it, yeah? I might be without my guns, but my Aria skills are up to snuff.
[He. Might be assuming Chiron will understand that.]
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Your concern is appreciated... However:
I'm afraid whatever manner of creature you assume me to be, I am not it. Unless you are some form of mage, I do not know what an Aria skill is.
[Sorry sir]
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I am no demon.
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Glances down at the horse half of Chiron.
Then glances back up to Chiron's face.
The glance is not subtle.]
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I'm what my native lands called a "centaur". If it makes it easier, I'm more a human that happens to have the lower body of a horse...
[HM]
Though even that isn't completely accurate...
[Myth technicalities]
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...for clarification's sake, 'demon' doesn't mean 'evil' where I'm from. It's a species, like how 'human' is one.
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[Hm... well. He looks as if he might say something further, but at the last moment holds his tongue, shaking his head]
Regardless of the details, I think we can both agree I'm not human. Any further labels are just a technicality.
[So refer to him as a demon if Shiro wishes. Archer doesn't see any point in being bothered.]
Thank you for your assistance earlier, by the way.
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It's no problem. You looked like you were struggling with it. Honestly, given the layout of this town, you'll probably struggle with it more eventually.
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[And that's fine, honestly. He isn't too fussed by the exclusion]
As I said before, I'll make a shelter in the forest if I can find the right materials. Even a sturdy tree will suffice for a few nights.