bus

[mgtropes]

BUS? A BUS???

The wheels on the bus (don't) go round and round...

You wake up on a bus.

It's a very nice bus, though. Luxurious, even! The seats are comfy and can be used as beds, with pajamas also available for you to change into. It's stocked with enough food and drink to last a week or so, along with a bathroom that also has a shower and free toiletries to use. The downside, however, is that apparently you have to share—as you're not alone when you awaken.

It seems like you're not where you should be, either. The bus comes equipped with TV screens, but rather than any movie or show, it's reality TV in the most literal sense. You might even recognize a few faces over there in the terminal, but either way, you can watch the participants go about their day. You're as equally confused as they are, after all, even if miles (?) separate you.

For that matter, that's pretty much all you can do. You're stuck on this bus. You can't access where the driver's controls would be, and there's no driver to begin with; in fact, the bus isn't even moving. The doors are shut, and any attempt to break the windows will send you bouncing back. Opening the shutters will treat you to the enticing sight of... outside airport scenery. You're on airport grounds somewhere, but you can't tell anything other than that. If you do some digging around, though, one compartment on the bus contains a random assortment of card games and board games for you to entertain yourselves with.

Better get cozy, because you might be here for a while.

RUNDOWN

• This will be your one mingle post until next Friday.
• You do not have any personal belongings on you. Unlike the other players, you also don't have a phone. Sad.
• The W0 weekly effect, once revealed, will apply to you as well.
• Your characters are able to see anything that takes place on the public mingles, including network posts, via the bus TV screens. You may also handwave them being able to see the initial notification that the players all received on their phones.
• We will have a small, pseudo-mini-event for you on W0 Wednesday at 12pm PST/3pm EST.

NAVIGATION; (FULL NAV)

INFO

PLAYER STATUSES IC PROFILES MURDER PROPOSALS CYOA SIGN-UPS

SETTING

NPC AUDIENCES LOCATIONS ROOMING CURFEW

REPORTING

PC TURN-IN MOD REPORTING EVENT TURN-IN VOTING

Comments

[tactic]

Oh, you have got to be kidding me...

[ This is like the third?? time?? he's randomly woken up in the middle of some place that he doesn't belong. But since there is absolutely no use in muttering to himself, Aventurine will try for the doors and the windows, stepping over your character if they're still not up.

If they are, they can be treated to a bunch of games falling on their head when Aventurine opens up the special overhead compartment because it is now an overhead compartment i have decided this. ]

[frostfist]

[ gets stepped on and dies




jk he gets stepped on and then hit on the head with a falling box of monopoly, because i hate him. predictably, none of this goes over well. but he will nevertheless try and play nice. ]

You know, you could have just asked me to move.

[tactic]

[ NOT THE DOUBLE WHAMMY

Meanwhile, Aventurine looks down like he's surprised there is someone right under him. Do you ever just step on something so solid you assume it's Ground. ]

Apologies, friend. In my hurry to make sense of our surroundings, I must have missed sight of you.

[frostfist]

[ to be fair to aventurine, wriothesley is dressed in varying shades of Dark that help him blend into the bus upholstery. but, well, the guy seems to be doing something useful (?) so he can have a pass. for now.

lest he come under fire a second time, wriothesley skooches over and then up onto his feet, and takes a step back—only to bump into one of the poles. ow. ]

Find out anything interesting?

[tactic]

[ wrio be careful ur ass is too fucking fat 😭 ]

The doors are locked. As are the windows. I can't seem to access the controls either, and if you take a look outside, you'll see we're in some sort of... airfield.

[ It's an airport but they've transcended airports in his cosmos so he's doing the best he can. ]

[frostfist]

[ HE HIT HIS HEAD? i hate you so bad

meanwhile, guy who has no idea what an airfield is. but they do have aircraft? thankfully, he has a brain and a functioning pair of eyes, so he will carefully shamble over to the nearest window, unshutter, and glance outside. ah. ]

Don't suppose they're planning on using us as some sort of landing pad or target for the aircraft.

[ that's morbid. ]

[tactic]

[ Okay, while this stranger goes to assess what's happening outside of the bus, Aventurine's gaze will land on one of the many TV screens. His mouth drops open a little, and then there's a noise that sounds a lot like he's being strangled. ]

Hey, wait a minute. I recognize some of these faces.

[ STARING AT BOOTHILL AND TOTTY (WHERE ARE THE OTHER SCAWWYS) ]

[frostfist]

[ but is he staring at boothill's ass

the surprise is enough to snag wriothesley's curiosity, and he's quick to pivot away from the window and towards the television. (guy who DOES know what a TV is.) and, sure enough, amidst that sea of people are a few faces he recognizes. hi, vi.

a bad feeling starts to settling in his stomach. ]

What do you know, me too. [ except instead of surprise, there's sort of a grim finality. ] Didn't think I'd see any of them ever again.

[tactic]

[ Math lady meme... No asses are being looked at.

Give him a second as he starts putting context clues together, his eyes darting across the screens on the bus, and then at the interior of the bus itself as well as its occupants. ]

... This again. [ Cryptic. ] But it does beg the question why we're here, rather than present with the others.

[ Returns his attention to this stranger with the fat ass!! ]

You once woke up in a similar fashion, with a large group of people like the one currently being shown on screen, I assume?

[feminitis]

[and the games come tumbling down...

sei gets hit by idk a box of cards or something and frowns, grabbing the box and examining them before looking up at the overhead compartment.]

Whoever stocked this didn't pack that very well, if things are falling out just from you opening it.

[tactic]

[ OOPS....

He's going to close this back up before anything else comes falling out. ]

Nice of you to blame the other person. I hope that didn't hurt.

[feminitis]

It's fine, I've had worse.

[at least it was just a pack of cards...

she crosses her arms and gives a little huff.]

...trying to see what we have at our disposal for now, huh?

[tactic]

[ Laughs lightly despite how ass their situation is. ]

I come bearing the bad news that it isn't much. Have you tried the doors and windows yet?

[feminitis]

Yes, with little luck. It's frustrating, but not terribly surprising, all things considered.

[tactic]

Oh? This isn't the first time for you, then?

[ THE DOTS ARE BEING CONNECTED ]

[feminitis]

Annoyingly, it's not even the second time.

[tactic]

... Really? The third?

[bladeward]

[ he's waking up as this is happening and just gets smacked with a board game. he puts a hand to his head and looks at what hit him. ]

...'Sorry'?

[tactic]

Ha! No need to apologize, friend. That was my mistake.

[ He does not look closely at the board game that fell he is too busy rummaging through the compartment. ]

[bladeward]

Right...

[ gets smacked with a deck of cards next. ]

What are you even looking for up there?

[tactic]

[ PLEASE MOVE STOP GETTING BONKED ]

A pen? Paper? Something to catalog our finite supplies.

[bladeward]

[ no! okay he'll move over juuuuust enough. ]

Probably not a bad idea. Try finding one of those games that come with a little note pad and pencil?

[tactic]

That's right. A phone would have been far more convenient, but we weren't blessed with such luck.

[ So back to ye olde days of pencil and paper... But he'll dig one out a moment later. ]

Got it. Say, what's your name anyway?

[bladeward]

And I doubt any blessings will come our way anytime soon.

[ not sure which side is the lucky one tbh. ]

Keith. And yours?

[tactic]

Aventurine, at your service. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Keith.

[ He will close this compartment now and no longer assault people with falling games. ]

I imagine there are a few friendly faces on screen for you as well?