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redactable2020-09-26 10:17 pm
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WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL (OVERFLOW)
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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[Yona comes out of this murdergame having learned to be a barista and turns her canon into a coffee shop au.]
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Certain amounts of coffee and milk for some, and for mocha, some cocoa powder is added as well. I'm not a big expert myself since I drink it black, but the rest are quite tasty if made right.
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[So it's not like tea where the difference in flavor is because of using different types of leaves... well, it is, because different types of beans, but Yona doesn't know that yet.]
Thank you for teaching me about it. Oh - I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Yona... what's your name?
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Oh, a pleasure, Yona. [He nods in her direction.] I'm Hansa Cervantes. This all is rather dizzying, right? Our situation, I mean.
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It is. It's... definitely not what I was expecting to wake up to.
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and then looks back up. Hm.]
Well, I wasn't anywhere near a town like this, for one thing. So the fact that I woke up here at all is pretty strange.
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Where were you, then?
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[Whoops.]
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[He gestures at her hands.]
Do you need bandages for that, or something?
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I don't think "keeping an eye on them" will make your chances of infection decrease, you know...
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[This isn't how medicine works. Back in canon, her castmates are screaming, probably.]
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[He's Tired.]
Well, I mean, if you want me to amputate your hands when you notice your infection too late down the line, I'm not going to be the one to to do it.
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No way! I don't want that!
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Ohhh? But I thought you said you just wanted to watch it? Sounds like a proper way to take care of wounds to me, hm?
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[Just going to smirk into his mug as he takes another drink.]
So, a battle, huh? What was that about?
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[But... hm. Given some of the other conversations she's had...]
I guess you aren't from Kouka? Since... you didn't know about it already.
[Another country attacking is big news!]
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[He just says it matter-of-factly.]
I'm currently situated in a place called Snowfield, Nevada. I'll bet ten bucks you have no idea where that is.