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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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[ Tastes iron fortified. ]
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[ It's perfectly normal tea, don't waste it ]
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It's all yours.
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[ He takes the rest of the tea and plops inside some dry tea bags so he can soak the tea up like sandbags, but also slides over the cream and sugar to Yona. ]
There's still some hot water left in the kettle. Hot milk isn't too bad, right?
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[Time to mix some hot water, cream, and sugar together then... Gotta get the taste of blood out of her mouth...]
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...is there something on my face?
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[ He pulls the sleeves of his shirt down to cover his wrists, fiddling. ]
Sorta, like, everywhere? Did somebody try to hurt you, or are you gonna tell me you, like, tripped into a fireplace?
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[...]
But the building I was in was on fire. The next thing I knew, I was here.
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Was there anybody else with you? Like, trapped inside the building?
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[She sounds. A little bitter? Hm.]
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[ Kano also makes a face at that /:
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But you're here now, right? If anything, that's kinda pretty lucky? Compared to, like, dying.
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Yes, that's true.
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Looks like we're both lucky ducks~
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[ gestures at Kano's general existence, not a somewhere ]
I think they might've, like, gotten the wrong guy? Just bad luck, I guess~
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...well, whatever happened, I'm sure we'll be able to find our way back.
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Hmm, yep. We've already made that declaration, didn't we? Then you can go find your shoes, and put out that fire, and I can finish taking my walk~
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