62 | week zero

week zero

DAY 0
Complex Population: 36

( September 30 - October 1 )

You awake as if from a deep sleep.

The first thing you might notice are colors, since you'll find yourself sitting in a pretty garish room. This looks like a restaurant or cafeteria of some kind, but for now, there's no food in sight. At least you're not alone. There are 35 other people here, and they're all stirring too, probably looking just as confused as you are. As you wake, you're also likely to feel a heaviness on your ankle, and as you look down, you'll see what looks like some kind of ankle monitor strapped there.

Just as you might start to question where you are, a voice speaks up from an intercom system. It's a calm, cool female voice.

"Good morning, residents. Welcome to the Complex. We hope that you enjoy your time here. We'd like to thank you for choosing to stay with us."

Choose? Did you really choose to be here? Try as you might to recall that event, you certainly have no memory of that, though as you start to think, other gaps in your memory may appear... But there's no time to think of those, since the calm voice continues without pause.

"My name is Judy, and I'll be providing for your basic needs during your stay. You may contact me through any terminal in the Complex, though I may not always be able to answer immediately depending on what I may be attending to. As we are busy setting up for your stay still, it may be up to twenty-four hours before I can respond to any inquiries. For now, let's review your rooming assignments..."

Judy begins to drone on, calling out names as she lists off rooms and who is assigned to them, but no matter how you might protest, it seems like she doesn't hear you. Looks like you better get familiar with these people, since it sounds like you could be rooming with up to four of them.

"Finally, I would like to remind all residents that there are restrictions on both occupancy and a curfew. Apartments may not house any more than five people, and mandatory curfew begins at 11PM. However, these systems are not quite operational yet, so we will allow these rules to be broken until the proper systems are back online. We expect this to take no longer than three days, so you may enjoy this freedom responsibly until Monday evening."

Where you've woken up is a strange place, and many doors are locked, but there's at least some places open for exploration. There are also plenty of people seemingly stuck in the same situation as you, so they might be worth getting to know.

After all, who knows how long you'll be here?

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Welcome to

62! This is our first post, and it acts as a general mingle to start off the game. Check out the setting, make toplevels, and tag around. For now, Judy won't be able to be contacted (she's very busy, you know), so this is a general CR building post before we dive into the game proper.

The first night post will be on Sunday, so if you have a role, you should have already been contacted. This will begin the normal schedule as described here. There will be another day post on Monday, and this is where characters will have an opportunity to talk to Judy. In addition, as she mentioned, there will be a mandated curfew to go along with the rooming restrictions, but these won't be in effect until the next game post on Monday. Enjoy your freedom while it lasts!

Finally, remember that if your character would like to use the commissary to note what they're taking!

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I came to check out the digs, but I was blinded by an... "uncool sight."

[or he's just fucking with mitsutada because that statement was honestly just kind of hilarious to him.]

[The...digs...?]

Ehh? Was it really that uncool? [Sigh.] I must be thrown off by the new environment. [How uncool!!! Again! He's usually so adaptive to his surroundings.]

Relax, I was kidding. It wasn't really all that bad—I didn't expect anyone to worry about looking too cool at a time like this.

[see, alvin doesn't worry about these things, because he's ALWAYS COOL!

(no he's not.)]

Oh, I see. [It's gucci.]

Well, I'm always worried about how I look. Even if no one's looking, that doesn't mean I should slack off.

Can't argue with that. A man's gotta take pride in his appearance, after all.

[he gets it. his sense of style may be a bit different, but alvin takes his wardrobe very seriously—his clothes are all name-brand too. for his world.]

I know right?

[FINALLY a man who understands him.]

You always have to do your best to be cool and stylish, otherwise there's no point!

Ain't a bad motto to live by. I'd never get respectable worst if I weren't always dressed my best.

[respectable is probably the loosest term ever. but whatever, it's fine. he'll just take a second to adjust his nifty designer scarf; all the talk of looking good makes him conscious of having to keep his own appearance in order.]

[Nod, nod. That's exactly right!]

I can see you really are someone to take good care of himself. [Yeah, he sees you fixing your scarf.] You're a really stylish guy--

--Oh! I never introduced myself. My name is Shokudaikiri Mitsutada. [He holds out his hand for a shake. Now they're brothers in fashion.]

[please do feed his ego a bit—]

Good to know someone can appreciate a good sense of style. [he says it with a grin, holding his hand out to return the shake, though...]

The name's Alvin. Which... I'd say is a hell of a lot less of a mouthful to say. [there are so many syllables, how does anyone have time for that.]

Ahaha... you can just call me Mitsutada.

[Or just about anything else. Mitsutada isn't opposed to nicknames in the least, especially since he frequently gives them out to people he knows too.]

Either way, it's a pleasure to meet you.

Oh, yeah! You came in here to eat, didn't you? I got so carried away with style that I forgot.

Nah, I really just came in here to see what the deal was. You know, familiar with what we're going to be stuck with for the time being.

...And maybe giving a good look to the grub selection we've got too. [since that seems like it's going to be a pretty important part of dealing with things until they can finagle a way out of this mess.]

Is that so? Well, I've taken a good look at everything already so... [Rubs chin.]

There's a lot of food, but it's all canned. I think we can order more, fresher food if we want at the commissary.

It makes enough sense. I haven't really taken much of a look at what the commissary's got, but that along with the canned stuff should probably do for a while.

[well, he guesses so, at least.] It's no gourmet cooking, but it could be a hell of a lot worse.

I suppose you're right.

[And here he was, fussing about how canned food isn't good for everyone.]

I'm a bit spoiled, though. Back where I'm from, we used to grow our own food, so I miss the freshness. I could definitely make something appetizing with just what we have, at least.

Nothing beats food that's completely fresh—but I think most of us would take something decently edible in lieu of complete slop.

[and even the worst of what they've got doesn't look like it qualifies as that. he's seen things like crappy military rations and what people in tougher situations were left with, so this seems pretty good in comparison.]

So, does this mean you're volunteering some kitchen duties, or what?

I guess so! I've always been the cook, so I know my way around food.

[Cooking for this many people is nothing. He'll just need to gather up a couple more hands to make this easier on him.]

Do you know anyone else who would be willing to help?

I don't spend too much time in the kitchen myself. Can't really speak for anyone else yet. This whole "getting to know you" phase hasn't really swayed too much towards cooking talk yet.

[alvin's totally that guy that just buys food pre-made at every given opportunity, so he's useless in that regard.]

Ah, that's fine. It was worth a shot.

[Well, maybe he can get the word out there... although, it'll be fine if it's just him. Everyone around here is canned, so preparation won't even take that long!]

I'll be okay doing some kitchen duty on my own, I think.

...Still, cooking is a very useful skill to have! I can teach you the ropes just in case you ever need it. [Aka don't be That Guy, Alvin.]

I'm sure you'll find someone to help you out sooner or later. There's probably somebody in this joint who cooks at least sometimes.

[alvin is always going to be that guy, that's what he does best.]

Either way, I'll keep it in mind. Never really needed it much before, but with the way things are looking right now, I may have to brush up a little bit.

Yeah, wish me luck. [He feels like he might need it, but who knows! Things might turn around in the next few days.]

I was placed in apartment 8, so if you need me then that's where you can find me. Or leave a message. Although, since everything's canned, "cooking" shouldn't be too difficult!

A message? The place ain't that big, you know.

[though really, alvin seems more amused about it than anything else.]

Anyway, it's not like I've never stepped foot in a kitchen before. But I usually spend more time on the road, which means I get a good meal from whatever inn I'm sleeping in that night. If you really need a hand, I can probably lend my services.

That's true, but just in case you can't find me anywhere, it's good to have some kind of backup plan.

[You gotta be prepared at all times!]

That's good. Like I said, I think I'll be fine but we'll keep in touch just in case. I won't have you do anything too difficult if it does come to that.

Pretty generous of you, huh?

[he takes it all in stride anyway, shrugging it off.]

Well, either way. I'm in good ol' apartment 1 if you really need a hand and I'm not around somewhere else.

[or maybe alvin's being the generous one? who even knows.]

[When the very first and the very last apartment collide...]

Thanks, I'll be sure to visit sometime if I get the chance. You're quite the nice person too, Alvin.

[For NOW.]

[famous last words, tbh...]

The good looks and style wouldn't mean much without a charming personality to go with it, right?

[he'll just casually toot his own horn instead.]

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