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cartesianism2018-05-06 12:25 am
cartesio) wrote in 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.
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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In any other scenario, Rean might shrug it off and carry on with his own business: namely investigating the area and trying to keep Millium and Princess Alfin out of harms way... and trouble. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence back home, anyway. Oftentimes he'd find himself being stared at a lot by onlookers who recognized him. Some would be admiring, others would be of sheer contempt.
But here, it clearly wasn't a case of recognition. Almost everyone here were strangers to one another, and it's more than a little unsettling given this place's "catch". For now, he allows the onlooker's presence to remain as he's quietly reading a pamphlet. One thing was pretty clear: this felt more like he was being sized up. ]
Something I can help you with?
[ He'll say suddenly and rather nonchalantly as he returns the pamphlet. ]
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Nothing at the moment. Please, pretend I'm not here.
[ The response is delivered with almost equal nonchalance, and she'll make a mental note that this is a relatively perceptive one. ]