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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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[ gestures vaguely ]
Do you trust me to come up with a good plan?
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I've known you all of five minutes, and don't have your name.
[So no dice]
Though you haven't given me any indication you're unintelligent, either.
... However, I'm still not going up the stairs without you relaying your plan to me.
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These sort of plans involve trust! Like, y'know how some things are doomed to fail if you go into them thinking they won't work? Yeah! It's like that!
[ Five minutes can be changed as he chatters, but he does not offer his name. ]
The plan involves a rope, a bunch of pillows, and no falling on your noggin! Simple and easy.
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I weigh close to two tons.
[Does he need to explain why he has so, so many concerns?]
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[ That does throw a wrench in his plans. Just a small one, something he can still work around, but also. What the fuck?
Kano holds his hand out like he's asking a dog to shake. ]
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Absolutely not.
[He's not a dog, he's not even a horse. That hand is going to stay hovered in the air where it is.]
How about instead you explore on your own, and then report back to me if you'd be so kind?
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[ But he figures he can make the upstairs sound super exciting and entice Chiron up there, too bad it's just boring bedrooms most of which he can't even open himself.
Either way, hand's getting tired so he bounds up the stairs two at a time. ]