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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.
Post-Meeting
He has places to go, and things to get.
If you see him wandering - not hard to do, since he is that scraggly redhead wearing the black cloak twith the beard - you'll find him in the evening hitting up specific stores. Hardware. Convenience. Gas station. Junkyard. And yes - even the weapons shop. Back and forth from those places he's going, with bags and bags of stuff.
Having infinite money is a good thing, he supposes, in this case. But he could use help for everything he needs to get. Which is...a lot. Apparently.
Once he's done, though, he can be found in the diner, eating several plates of food like he hasn't eaten a square meal in days. And after that, he's in the tavern, nursing a beer, and looking...distant. Thoughtful. He sighs as he takes a sip, looking rather melancholy.]
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Rough day, non?
[Understatement.]
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To say the least.
[He stares at his bottle.]
Man, you know what the crazy thing is? People might really take up that stupid offer, we might all die if someone doesn't...and...right now I just...
[He sighs.]
I'm actually...a little relieved, thinking it over.
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... I suppose even the nihilistic that may be among us.
[Relief! His curiosity is piqued.] Dare I ask?
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[He drinks.]
Hell, with my luck, who knows. This place might get wrecked at any time now, and if I die maybe things will finally calm down.
...
Or this place will still get wrecked, I shouldn't put it past the sharks to get revenge.
[That is an actual sentence a grown man has said]
tavern
And he's asking for the bottle of the hardest liquor. No moderation here. ]
Could be worse. [ In response to one of those sighs. ] Could have no bar at all.
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[He finishes his bottle, and orders a second.]
Good choice, there, by the way.
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You too? Well, wouldn't call 'em decent. Or memories, really, after a few drinks. You must have been going to some topnotch bars.
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[He sighs.]
Not everything back then was great, but it was all right. Met some good people, had something of stability.
diner
So what? I just wave this thing at that?
[He's trying to swipe it against the number pad.]