WEEK 0 — ARRIVAL

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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 28^th
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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Locations
Tasks (LOCKED currently)

March 28^th
March 29^th
March 30^th

Comments

[doublelammy]

Not yet!

[She kicks her feet uselessly for a couple of seconds before falling limp and just glaring up at him.]

Do you make a habit of picking up random little girls?

[streetwolf]

Right.

[Unceremoniously drops her. That's enough of that.]

Great. These guys are picking up little kids too... You okay?

[doublelammy]

[She does not land gracefully, because of course she doesn't. A bit of stumbling later, though, and she's turned to look at him with her hands on her hips, because isn't she just so threatening?]

I was just fine until a certain someone decided to manhandle me.

[...but it doesn't look like she's too upset, because she drops the offended act pretty quickly.]

But yeah, I'm okay. Woke up in some weird inn, then ran right out here to try to figure out where I was.

[Putting her hands behind her head, she frowns a little.]

...Doesn't look like any place in Erebonia I've ever seen, though. And I don't think Gramps would just send me outta the country without telling me...?

[streetwolf]

[He doesn't seem remotely apologetic about it. Shoving his hands in his pockets.]

Well I ain't got a clue what Erebonia is. But this doesn't look like city 23 and I'm pretty sure the rest of Tokyo looks the same.

How shitty is your gramps? [Shouldn't she know if he wouldn't ship her off?]

[doublelammy]

...Aaaand I have absolutely no clue what kinds of places you're talking about, either. How would you not know what Erebonia is? It's only a giant empire...

...as for Gramps. Well! I guess that depends on who you ask! [Millium. Could you put in like, half an ounce of care about this?] But I think he's pretty okay. At least, if I were gonna be sent on a mission, I'm pretty sure he'd at least tell me. Kinda hard to get intel if I don't even know what I'm looking for.

[streetwolf]

Still haven't heard of it. [He's not going to say it doesn't exist though. He knows of three countries.]

...Now I've got even more questions 'bout the guy. But the point is, he wouldn't just dump you out here, in some hotel room, right?

[doublelammy]

Weird. [And that's all she has to say about that.]

No, I don't think he would. He'd probably set me up with a train or let me ride Lammy...

[streetwolf]

I've got no clue what a Lammy is, but okay...[That's blunt. It's not his business and all this is weird.]

You ain't hurt or anything right? I've not noticed any bruises that weren't there before on me.

[doublelammy]

Lammy's my friend! He can fly and punch really hard and break all sorts of stuff!

[Things that aren't helpful or making her sound any less crazy: this. But woe unto everyone if the Sargeant lets her have Airgetlam back, because "Lammy" is real and quite possibly terrifying.]

Nope! All good. Just the usual bumps n' scrapes, but nothing new.

[streetwolf]

That's some friend...[That's with none of the enthusiasm the words should have.]

Good. It's one thing to knock someone like me on my ass but you...I won't say there ain't people like that but...Tch. [He's made himself grumpy now.]

[doublelammy]

Aww, what, you think I'm just an innocent little kid? Y'know, you shouldn't underestimate me just 'cause I'm tiny! [She gives him a devillish little grin.] I might be scarier than you think.

[streetwolf]

That's good, it's good to be tough. [That actually gets a smile out of him. And a hands reaching out to roughly ruffle her hair.]

[doublelammy]

[Millium positively beams back. Someone likes to have her head patted, as it turns out!]

You're damn right it is! [Should someone like her just be tossing around a word like that...? Oh, well. It could be worse.]

So, hey! What's your name? 'Cause I don't think you'd like any of the nicknames I can think of about picking people up.

[streetwolf]

[Wayne's never going to complain at cussing.]

Sure is strange when kids don't dodge that. [Or an attempted gut-punch. Did he just take in the rude ones?]

Ah...I'm Wayne Uedera. The mad dog of city 23. [And he's smirking like that's something impressive.

...80 year old Wayne dies whenever someone reminds him of the title.]

[doublelammy]

Millium Orion of the Intelligence Division! Code name, "White Rabbit!"

[Yes, this is actually true. No, you wouldn't know it from how freely she blabs about it.]

Nice to meetcha!

[streetwolf]

[Like the wandering dogs and rats. He's assuming that's how her title works anyway, enough not to question it. The street orphans hear everything, he certainly knows some who spy for money. ]

Intelligence division...? You some kinda spy? Shit, I better you can hide in all sorts of places and hear stuff.

[doublelammy]

Sure am, and sure can! And with Lammy's help, I can beat the crap out of anyone who gets in the way, too!

[streetwolf]

Nice...I'm too big to hide now, but that just means I have to break a few more noses. It's rare to see smaller ones fight instead of run though...

[He awkwardly glances to the side there. He told them kids to run himself, they can't beat an adult so just run away.]

[doublelammy]

Well... I dunno if I'm ever gonna get much bigger. So even if I didn't have Lammy, I'd have to learn now.

But you never know! Maybe one day, I really will be all grown up and hot n' stuff.

[streetwolf]

[Pfft, he just bursts into laughter. Bless her, he's going to reach out to ruffle her head again.]

-Yeah. I'm sure of it, you can do it!

[Wayne no, don't encourage this.]

[doublelammy]

[And that earns another giant grin!]

Man, I like you already! My other friends just roll their eyes when I say that!

[streetwolf]

Some friends...[Not all that upset, still smirking as he shrugs.]

Could be worse. I know a old lady who keeps saying I gotta marry her if she can't find a guy by the time she's thirty so she doesn't get old alone.

[Stella, the world's classiest lady when drunk.]

i'm sorry about her

[doublelammy]

Ehehe. If she's still talkin' like that, I'm guessin' that's your future wife, there~

She at least got big boobies?

He brings it on himself, also Stella Maiougi is a treasure

[streetwolf]

[Shudders. Why must you make him think about how horrible his fate could be.]

Nah. Think I'd skip town if it got to that. I heard she tricked one of the old guys to clean her place. 'Pparently it was so bad, he had to do it, cause he could let a place like that stay around.

Ugh...I've seen too much of them already. She gave up on bras, says they're too much of a pain to clean.

oh my goodness wayne please chill

[doublelammy]

Welp. You're totally doomed.

[Matter-of-factly.]

Woah, I think you're the first guy - first person - I've met that has ever said there's such a thing as too much boobies.