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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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But... perhaps that means he is safer than we are.
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... Where is this? What's going on?
[if this is the "beyond", then he's not the one who should be here. not alone, at least.]
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I'm sorry... I truly don't know. I am just as confused as you are.
[But less bleed-y.]
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[aaaaaaaaaah]
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[...]
I've spoken to a few of the others here. None of them seem to be from here either.
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I've never heard of this "London".
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... I have heard this before from the others here, but it never stops being strange...
It is the capital of the Kingdom of Albion, after all--it is quite important.
At least, back home...
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... Then maybe you're from the "beyond"...
[the world virid wanted to see. he pauses, before slowly, as if reluctantly—]
What is it like there?
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[She tilts her head in bemusement.]
Well, in truth, London is rather hard to describe. It is a very large city! Currently, it is divided in half by the Commonwealth and the Empire... things can be quite tense, but even so, it is an amazing city full of marvels.
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... Is your home... not a nice place?
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But... not for you?
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No.
[simply.]
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... I don't know what to say. That sounds...terribly hard.
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... Even so, I suppose... I am just concerned for you.
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he just looks surprised at that, as if he didn't think that anyone would be.]
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Is that truly so odd...?
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