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Cartesio NPCs ([personal profile] cartesio) wrote in [community profile] cartesianism2018-05-06 12:25 am

WEEK 0 — ARRIVAL



Week 0: Arrival
When you wake up you immediately feel something’s off. You sit on the bed and find it’s not your bed, and this isn’t your room either. You seem to be in a rather normal-looking motel room. To your side there’s a trunk, if you open it you’ll find a military uniform, the key to your room, a set of rules and a debit card. Don’t lose those items! Or do lose the rules, you'll find a brand new copy the next day under your pillow. There’s also a calendar on the wall, you can see today’s date. The year is unreadable, but the month and day are very clear:

March 28th

There it says ‘Meet the Sergeant at the Lodge, 9:00 AM’. There’s also a circle around March 31st, with the word ‘END’ scrawled there.

For now leaving your motel room would be a good choice. When you reach the lobby, you see the receptionist’s desk— no one’s manning it. There’s a rack filled with maps, marking several locations in the town.

There are also many strangers here – and you’re one more. For now it may be a good idea to take a map and explore the town.

After all, looks like you’re stuck here in the boonies for a while.

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snailedit: (blank)

[personal profile] snailedit 2018-05-07 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Mira's skeptical like the others, or perhaps even more so... she wouldn't be surprised if everyone in the town were in on this, for one reason or another. But eh, she has no real reason to try and stop her either. Unless it turns out to be a pain, she can at least see what she's thinking.]

What foundation are you talking about?
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[personal profile] alfin 2018-05-07 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Why, our combined power of course! Together, we can form the foundation of our own world-- one where we can escape from this place.
snailedit: (underboobs away)

[personal profile] snailedit 2018-05-07 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
So... it's basically teamwork. All right, I was just checking.

[She didn't expect much more than that, really, but it's a pretty empty charge. It's clear that no one wants to volunteer to be the 'one person,' even to the point of testing what the Sergeant is willing to do.]

Well, it's not much to go off of, but whatever. Can't give up yet.