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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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[ The first of twelve gets strapped onto his wrist instead of on his face. ]
How many of yours are you going to get?
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[Kano, that isn't your face. BLANCA IS FINE, BUT MY NERVES ARE BEING TORN UP.]
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Can I see them? Your glasses?
[ "see" with his hands. grabby hands towards Blanca's glasses ]
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[He pulls a pair of silver, thin-framed glasses out of the pocket of his jacket. But he doesn't hand them over, and he's pretty tall, so he just... holds them there a moment.]
If you break them, I'll have to make you pay.
[He smiles.]
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[ He does not have money? What does he care about being in debt.
Kano holds his hands out for them. ]
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[If he doesn't believe Kano within an inch of his life, he doesn't show it. Slowly, he lowers his hand and offers Kano the folded glasses.]
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No hurt eyes exactly. Everything looks a little fuzzy? Unless Kano is far-sighted, then he might can see perfectly up close.
They're readers.]
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Blanca keeps pace with him.]
If you needed a pair, we could have found you some.
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[ His now. Just going to weave in and out of the games and try to find one that doesn't flash so much and give him a migraine. ]
Hey, mister, how good are you at these? Racing games? Luck? Can you do the thing where you stand on your head and spin?
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[Hmmm. He glances around, but doesn't get lost following Kano.]
I'm not sure. I don't go to a lot of arcades. [A pause.] Stand on your head and spin?
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[ He stops in front of the DDR knockoff machine, the brightest flashiest machine here that makes him want to throw up. ]
We can start with a head stand! And I'll spin you!
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