WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL (OVERFLOW)

[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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dorothy

[bisouled]

[ surprised, she can accept; she manages a small smile. ]

I get that a lot. [ a beat; she touches the edge of her headguard, concerned, but continues. ] It's hard to explain, but most of my body is a machine. Radar's usually one of the perks, but... that fall must have been worse than I thought.

[misstrust]

[ A pause, and then carefully... ]

Was that a choice made on your part?

[bisouled]

[ this is sudden. Fiora looks a bit taken aback by the gravity of the question, but there's not much she can do but answer head-on. ]

Well... no. But why do you ask that?

[misstrust]

There's someone I know who was tampered with, against her will.

I can't say I've got any fond feelings to spare for anyone who'd do that sort of thing to a girl.

[bisouled]

Oh, it's not like that! It's true it wasn't my decision, but...

[ hrrrnn. She wrings her hands together, looking like she's not sure how to phrase what she's thinking; eventually, she settles on: ]

It's complicated. But you don't need to get angry on my behalf. I'm totally fine. [ a beat. ] Besides, there's bigger things to worry about here.

[misstrust]

... Fair enough. [ With a softer sigh. ]

The kidnapping claiming not to be a kidnapping, to begin with.

[bisouled]

Right! We've got to get to the bottom of that. Waiting for whoever wrote the message might be all we can do, but I don't like the idea of sitting around.

[ that's why she's applying herself to more productive pursuits, like launching herself at invisible walls. ]

[misstrust]

Which is why I saw you flying so gloriously, huh...

[bisouled]

Well, I had to try... Hitting things hard enough usually works for me.

[ sad ]

[misstrust]

... You're sure you're all right?

[ Poor thing. ]

[bisouled]

[ a slightly self-deprecating smile. ]

I'm fine. Really! One of the other perks of this body. [ even if she has apparently busted her radar, nothing else seems broken... ] But we'll have to find a different way out of here.

[misstrust]

That's the thing... there doesn't seem to be a legitimate exit. Even the trains don't appear to be running.

[bisouled]

[ a nod. ]

They definitely want to keep us trapped here... whoever they are. But if we got in, we can get out, too.