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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[stillnot]

I don't care what suits me, I care what works.

[ baseball bat, crowbar, hammer... ]

[laid]

[Hmmmm. he continues to rifles through the junk a bit, idly, but;]

Well, if they're plannin' on us being here a while, there's probably a kitchen, and if there's a kitchen, there's gotta be knives. Lotta times when old Raven's workin' I leave my bow behind, but I always have my knife in case things go sideways.

[stillnot]

That's a good idea - I'll check it out, later.

[ if she's in luck there will be a butcher knife. ]

A bow would be nicer though... [ sighs wistfully... ]

[laid]

Oh? You know how to use a bow, Clem?

[She's a girl of many violent talents it seems.]

[stillnot]

Yeah, picked it up from someone pretty recently.

[ because he died. not important. ]

It's pretty cool, actually. Quiet.

[laid]

[Well, he can't argue with that.]

Good for hunting!
[Not killing people. Please, Clem.]

[stillnot]

Definitely. Maybe even better than a gun, in some ways.

[ good for hunting. hunting PEOPLE!!! and also normal hunting. ]

[laid]

I wouldn't know, guns ain't common where I'm from. I guess they're difficult ta make?

[So he doesn't have a lot of experience with them.]

[stillnot]

Really?

They can be tough to get where I'm from, too. But that's just because people hoard them.

[laid]

[Shrugs!!]

I think they use a specific sort of blastia? That ain't my field though.
[You know, blastia. Everyone knows about them.]

[stillnot]

What's blastia?

[laid]

Hm? Ah, right.
[The whole "other worlds" situation is still sinking in.]

Where I'm from, ya need a blastia to do magic. It's a core set in a frame that has formulas inscribed on it.

[stillnot]

[ she sighs..... magic..... ]

... So like a computer?

[laid]

A what?

[Comedy.]

[stillnot]

A device that runs formulas.

[ or programs? same thing. it's fine. ]

[laid]

Guess it's something like that then, yeah. The problem with blastia is that while mages can manufacture the frames that get formulas inscribed on 'em, the cores they need ta work have to be excavated from ruins. Your computers like that?

[stillnot]

Nnnnno. Definitely not.