the prism (
saturations) wrote in
chroma2022-01-24 03:50 pm
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WEEKEND ZERO: MINGLE
GREETINGS

Unnerving. That may be the best word to describe how the vibes feel as your sight begins to clear and you find yourself on the ground. The air is chilly, and you don't see anything that may represent the sun or the moon for a sense of time. You look around expecting to find some sort of buildings, wildlife, or anything of use, but your immediate line of vision only shows a sprawling monochrome landscape.
Are you feeling adventurous? As you get to your feet, you have the opportunity to wander further and begin assessing the situation. You'll quickly find that the only thing on your person are the clothes on your back. Traveling will eventually lead you to a few areas, though none of them appear very promising either.
Don't stray too far, however. While there are few hints of plant life (nothing nourishing, nothing satisfying), you won't find much else. There's no food or running water; resources seem scarce. The further you go, the more you begin to feel colder and weaker. Your eyes begin to play tricks on you, and everything ahead of you looks unfocused and even more gray than before. An imminent sense of danger hangs above you...you can't quite pinpoint why, but your gut instinct says there's something else out there just lying beyond your reach.
Perhaps you'll have luck another day. For now, it seems as though your only option is to make use of the areas you do have access to and try to settle in. But don't worry, you aren't alone. There's 35 other people just waiting to see what you'll do next.

Welcome to your weekend zero intro to
Things of note!
► You can find food (cotton candy, stale hot dog buns with no hot dogs, etc) in the carnival, but none of it is filling. It's monochrome, and you're hungry again five minutes later.
► There's water in the mansion but it's kind of grey.
► Seriously, it's cold.
► You arrive in your canon outfit. It is also monochrome, like someone drained the dye out of your clothes.
Stay tuned for more updates throughout the weekend, and happy settling!

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[Oh this kid is believing every word of it. It's hilarious, it really is! November feels so tempted to keep this joke up, but hard habits are tough to deal with: he dispels his own nonsense, waving a hand nonchalantly:]
I'm kidding, don't worry about it. This probably isn't hell. I suppose you don't have any idea what place this is, correct?
[He's certain this kid doesn't know anything at all. Only someone who is totally clueless about what this place is would take his joke at face value]
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[He visibly reacts when November tells him it was a joke. He believed the whole thing! How terrible.]
Of course I don't have a clue, I believed what you were saying about it!
[At least he's confirming what November already suspects?]
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[Atsushi's reactions amuse him so much]
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[Atsushi that's not answering why you think you would appear in hell.]
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[No judgment, though! November is far from being a saint, after all, hah]
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You're not wrong about that.
[He bows his head for a moment]
My name is Jack Simon. Despite everything it's a pleasure to meet you.
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Ah, well, It's nice to meet you too. Despite the circumstances. I'm Atsushi Nakajima.
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Atsushi Nakajima...like the one who wrote Sangetsuki?
[What a coincidence this guy has the same name as a writer, he thinks. Others probably have commented about it before, no way nobody would]
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Atsushi actually looks a little embarrassed as he glances away.]
I, ah. I grew up in an orphanage that had a big library, so I took the name of the author of my favorite book.
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Oh, it's a good name. You have chosen wisely, Atsushi. Don't be embarrassed about it.
[Despite the overly familiar way of using the first name, doesn't seem November is being duplicitous right now. Embrace the name you chose, kid!]
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I try not to be, but nobody's pointed it out yet. I think you might be the first person who noticed.
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