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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[lecarre]

[... ... ... She just sighs, pressing her hand to her forehead.]

That... is not untrue, sir, but somehow, I feel exhausted by that answer.

[that was a dad joke answer]

[lionson]

[He snickers and gives her a little wave.]

Just doing my job!

[The dad joke answer was absolutely intentional.]

[lecarre]

[this dad.....]

Well... I suppose there were worse jokes to be made.

I suppose you are looking through the profiles, sir? Has anything particularly interesting caught your eye?

[lionson]

Yeah, I am. If the information's out there, then it's worth looking into.

And so far I've found out there's a lot of teenagers here. And barring the outliers, I think I'm the oldest.

[lecarre]

Oh, barring the... ones that suggest they are somehow immortal in some way?

[lionson]

Yeah, the chuuni group.

[Him, casually implying they're lying about it for the drama.]

[lecarre]

[Opens mouth.

Closes mouth.]

... What is a "chuuni"?

[lionson]

[Heck. How does he explain that to her?]

It's like...someone who wants to be special, so they make up claims of being 'secretly a demon overlord' or 'actually a person from the moon'. But it's not the truth, they're just normal people who are making up fantastical stories about themselves.

Usually it's middle-schoolers who do that kind of thing.

[lecarre]

Oh, I see. Like schoolchildren telling tall tales for fun.

[A beat.]

But... these are grown adults you are accusing of that, sir.

[IS THAT REALLY OKAY]

[lionson]

[He waves her off.]

Just because someone is 20 or 30 or whatever, that doesn't make them an adult. Being an adult is in how you act, not your age.

[lecarre]

Ah... I suppose that is true.

[...]

Will you be all right, then, as the oldest one here? That seems like an awfully lot of responsibility.

[lionson]

It's nothing I'm not already used to. My flock has just expanded a bit, that's all.

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[lecarre]

Are you sure...?

That... is an awfully large group of people to try to look after alone. Especially if, um. So many of the adults are also-- "chuubi"...?

[lecarre]

... That... is not right, is it?

[lionson]

Chuuni.

[He's. Trying not to snicker.]

[lecarre]

[She is so embarrassed.]

Um... yes. Chuuni. That is...what I meant.