WEEK 0 — ARRIVAL

[cartesio]

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

Comments

[tresbienmoi]

[Is it to early to be drinking? Non. It is not.]

I feel like that's a rather generous description of our plight here.

[He felt any lingering sense of optimism drain out of him when he laid eyes on the military uniform they provided.]

[snailedit]

[Not under these circumstances, but she's not doing it yet.

Mira's definitely not a uniform kind of girl, though. Her outfit is barely adhering to regular dress codes.]

I'm saving my energy. No sense getting worked up until I know all the details... though to make another understatement, my hopes aren't high.

[tresbienmoi]

[Her resolve is something to be admired! Although there looks like there's a lot about Mira to be admired as well.]

Ah, very sensible! A lack of morale can be detrimental in it's own sense. [France holds up his wine glass, using the remaining pink liquid as a filter to look upon the tavern.] Rosé colored glasses might help.

[France rotates on the barstool holding the wine glass up, finally settling his obscured gaze on Mira.] It seems it's entirely unnecessary when it comes to the company I'm currently keeping.

[With a playful wink France finishes his wine, forgoing the desire for a second glass.] I don't believe I caught your name.

[snailedit]

[She chuckles at the wine joke, apparently not having a problem with being perceived as good company. But he is being silly so she's teasing him back a little.]

As long as you haven't had too much already, that is. Call me Mira. And you would be...?

[tresbienmoi]

Non, non! [He touches his finger to his nose, crossing the tavern to her in an exaggeratedly straight line in a show of sobriety.] Just enough for a better heart and a better morning.

[After some quick glancing at hands for rings--]Mademoiselle Mira, a pleasure I'm quite sure.

I would be the République Française. [He waits for the weird facial expression of confusion or the long pause of thought.] France for short.

[snailedit]

[He's saying his name is the country of France? Is he sure he isn't drunk? Anyway, her response is quicker than he might have expected, even if it's just a cheeky,]

That's a new one.