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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Jeanne

[maidforservice]

I pray to the goddess that we all return to our duties soon.

[she lifts a hand and places it against her cheek, head tilted slightly]

You seem quite kind, my lady, if your concern extends to everyone here and not just yourself.

[discernments]

Oh, I'm no one so great who needs to be called my lady.

[ Imagine being addressed as a noble when you're just some girl from the countryside. ]

Please call me Jeanne or Ruler. I'm fine with either name. I simply think it's right to be kind to as many as you can.

[maidforservice]

[LISTEN IT'S FINE SHE'S A SERVANT SHE JUST SORT OF DOES THIS]

Oh, but it would be rude of me not to address you or anyone else with proper respect.

[still. . .! Sharon curtsies]

But very well. I will refer to you as "Miss Jeanne." You may call me Sharon.

[discernments]

[ SAY SERVANT ALOUD, SHARON, SO JEANNE CAN DOUBLETAKE AND GO oh lower case s. ]

I'm very glad to meet you, Sharon! I appreciate that you like to address people with respect, but... I think there's some merit in being addressed just as I am.

[maidforservice]

[SHE WILL. . .! eventually]

It would be equally as rude for me to ignore your preferences, and a servant such as myself should always strive to respect another's preferences.

[like. right now]

[discernments]

[ That gives her a noticeable pause, but Jeanne remembers... normies exist. Servants are a thing outside Holy Grail Wars. ]

That's admirable. To be dedicated to your job like that is commendable.

[maidforservice]

[yes fortunately this one is not a Servant, just a servant]

Thank you for your kind words, Miss Jeanne. Is there a cause to which you find yourself equally as dedicated?

[that may seem like a deep question AND IT IS but she's asking it anyway]

[discernments]

[ Jeanne accepts all questions, deep or not. ]

I am dedicated to my service to the Lord, as I am dedicated to my role as an adjudicator. I was in the middle of performing my duties before arriving here.

[maidforservice]

["Lord" and nod "Goddess?" hmmmm. . .]

If I might ask, what do you do in your role as an adjudicator?

[discernments]

I preside over a competition, of sorts. If too many rules are broken, I step in.

[ That's close enough. ]