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[pinkprismstaff]

You don't remember getting knocked out.

That's the best descriptor for the feeling you experience before you wake up. There's a glittering absence of color to your field of vision, and a sensation that you aren't yourself, you aren't anything in particular. Abruptly, unpleasantly, you wake up in a strange, sunny location. Where that is might vary--laying in a sun chair on the pool deck, draped over the skee-ball machine in the arcade, face down in a cart in the laundry room....or just stretched out in the long, long expanse of sand surrounding the island.

There doesn't seem to be anyone else here, aside from the others who have woken up and have as little clue where they might be as you do. It's a silent, empty island filled with a lot of questions and few clear answers. What you can conclude are a few things: that you don't get hungry or tired, that any wounds you have don't seem to either heal or worsen, and leaving the island doesn't seem to be possible.

Maybe it would be good to meet with the others who have woken up?

Comments

[compendiem]

Oh.

[ oh ]

I didn't know about the second half of that.

[birdysnatcher]

President Reagan?

[Shade overhears whilst doing exploring of her own. She doesn't know who Regan is, but Robin sounds pretty sure of herself - and that's enough to think she's onto something.]

Did they do this?

Main Resort Prompt

[photoning]

[When Mahiru sees someone on the floor, on the other side of the large room full of blood, she's starting to wonder if it's a victim of the possible carnage. She's walking in their direction with a cloth napkin that she scavenged from the restaurant; it's quiet enough that she approaches without losing her composure and running through the wrecked furniture fast enough to sprain her ankle. Then the young woman gets back up. There's something purposeful about the other person's frantic energy, that makes Mahiru feel fervent about supporting any kind of solution to this daunting predicament.]

There's something you thought would work? [There's a leap of logic that Mahiru can't quite bring herself to make.] Did you find a switch or something down there? [Y'know, on the floor.]

[ghostinmichelle]

Ha ha, whaaat? I'm fine! Everything is totally fine and normal!!

[ Is she hyperventilating? She could be hyperventilating a little bit. ]

...Yeah, you know what, some water might be a good idea. Or coffee. Do you have coffee?

[ Misaki takes the proffered hand shakily. She could use a stiff drink. ]

[kurohato]

[THIS IS THE SHADOW GUY....he has about as much tact as he has eyebrows. Which are lacking.]

...That's a very familiar notion. You're quite right. But in my experience, they tend to plan. If we are to get them right away, we'd better be careful. Being quick is part of it, but I suppose you have that covered.

1/2

[photoning]

[Mahiru's eyes harden thoughtfully at the idea of the "same". It reminds her of something specific. That flies out the window rather literally when the other approaches her so suddenly.] WHAT do you think you're doing? Stay back. Stay back!

[She's backing away to get a clear line of sight on how to make her way back through the door if necessary.]

[prime_spacetime]

[Fingerguns]

Oh, I got it in spades my man.

[He holds up a hand to shake. And I do mean up, cuz he's like, 3 1/2 feet tall]

Name's Sonic!

Laundry room

[reresurrected]

[... uh. Okay. Baldr has seen some weird shit but this is a new one even for him.

Just going to carefully open up the door with one hand on the hilt of his sword just in case...]

2/2

[photoning]

[Taking deep breaths and trying to calm down, she comes up with an interpretation of the strange display she just saw.]

If you can make ribbons like that, I guess it won't be hard to spell out "HELP" on the beach for an airplane to see!

[prime_spacetime]

[And out tumbles a little dude! Less than four feet tall so easy enough to fold into a dryer- thankfully it wasn't on but his wiggling certainly had the tumbler spinning a bit, so he's dizzy]

Ooooh man, I'm gonna harf...

[photoning]

[She finds herself tucking her hair behind her ear. Anything to keep from worrying this poor girl more.]

You don't have to apologize. Just how many of us are there, though...?

[compendiem]

Sort of... But mostly for the hell of it. You?

[ why does he keep standing in front of the elevator then ]

[compendiem]

Not... really.

[ Not at all, actually. But he looks up at him curiously anyways ]

What do they do?

[compendiem]

[ He's... yeah. Okay. He'll nod very very slowly so none of the salt water drips off his bangs, and his hands get safely stowed away inside his pants pocket. ]

Ready.

[photoning]

Uhhh...

[The bludgeon gets points for enthusiasm as long as it stays far away from Mahiru's camera, but...]

I know we ended up here really suddenly, but do you think we're in the afterlife or something?

[Is there another President Reagan???]

[compendiem]

[ ... ]

If you want.

[ It's looking like she doesn't, though ]

Do you have another idea?

[kurohato]

[Well. This little ability user has charisma. Akutagawa, in contrast at his 5'8 of stature, lowers his hand and shakes Sonic's.]

Akutagawa.

[At least with someone like this, his naturally poor social skills don't matter.]

And that's good. Maybe then we'll be able to go home. I've got business to take care of, then, anyway.

[...]

Are you an ability user?

[okay, he has to ask as he puts his hands into his pockets. the appearance is. a little odd]

[photoning]

...you know there's a lot of extra stuff in seawater, you'll need to rinse it with actual shampoo at some point.

[Sigh. Well, it's time for the slideshow. Mahiru does this patiently. There's not exactly special information in here, any more than anyone wandering around could find, but she's done a good job in the photography itself. The four corners of the rooms, where they are relative to the sun and sand, is clearly understood.]

[birdysnatcher]

[What was frantic calms only slightly, shifts along the spectrum into a different direction - anger passes and now her palms sweat, her heart beats faster, it's sickening and uncomfortable a feeling in itself without being freshly foreign to her.

There's someone here, and she doesn't know if it's a comfort or not.]

Would a switch help?

[compendiem]

No... We haven't tried everything yet.

[ He's tried lying on the ground already. Didn't work. ]

[kurohato]

...Apologies. I thought it'd be easier if we were on the same kind of terrain so we didn't strain our voices.

[He raises his hands - she's not his target. Unless she turns out to be the person who trapped him there, but he doubts it.]

That was my ability, Rashomon. And I suppose it could do that, but...this seems complex to the extent that that won't be the answer. Someone has trapped us here. By my estimation, they likely won't let any interference take place.

[prime_spacetime]

Huh? I mean I have lots of abilities. Speed, durability, incredible good looks.

[He slicks his quills back]

[birdysnatcher]

[She might question his use of 'we', if she weren't so wrapped in her despair at this moment. Right now, he's just an overly friendly stranger who wants to help. She can't turn that down.]

What else is there?

[photoning]

[Mahiru bites her lip, unsure if her theory has merit. She doesn't want to sound crazy and freak out this person even more... but she has to speak up so they can work together and get out.]

I don't know. It feels like there's something keeping us here.

[They couldn't walk further into the forest.]

[reresurrected]

[HE'S JUST A LITTLE GUY--

A little guy who clearly has not been having a very good day!! That makes two of them, although at least Baldr did not wake up shoved in a dryer.]

Ah--

[He may not know the word "harf" but he can guess at its meaning from the look on Sonic's face.]

Here, let me find something...

[There's gotta be a bucket around here somewhere, right?]