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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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Heh... You sure backed off quick. How're you so sure I don't know anything about what's happening?
[ besides him... bullshitting a whole bunch of nothing... ]
lol I studied neurology in college so I knew exactly what it was going to be; terrifying, right??
You're just a normal human kid, and a lot weaker than the people I've been fighting.
I don't know why you'd want to pretend, though. Except to be mean. [he huffs a little, but the fire in his eyes, seemingly glowing red before, is out]
me, seeing this in high school psych and closing my eyes
[ He objects to like two thirds of that accusation. ]
And, like, 'course I'm super slow and stupid and weak? We're not super soldiers here, y'know? With swords and axes or whatever you were squaring up against.
[ The armor is overkill much? But he doesn't blame Al for keeping it on; if he had impenetrable armor, Kano would wear it everywhere too. ]
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[he stands up, bag in hand]
Anyway, I'm not going to find out anything about why we're here or how to get out from you. I'm sure you want to go home, too, so I'm gonna do everything I can.
[he turns to walk away, but the boppers, which were dropped and slid away when he was menacing Kano, are still sitting on the platform floor]
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also, slides this over for tuesday ]