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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

[ghostinmichelle]

...Superpower. Okay.

[ Misaki guesses it won't work to chalk the guy's claims up to chuuni-ism if she can see his coat literally floating in midair. She would have really liked to try, though. ]

You have to understand, superpowers are not a real thing where I'm from. Aaand I'm not a hundred percent sure I'm not still dreaming right now. But. If you're sure about this...

[ Trusting her life, or at least the continued non-brokenness of her ankles, to a stranger and his magic coat, Misaki takes a deep breath and scoots her butt off the shelf. Here goes. ]

[kurohato]

I've caught onto the fact that ability users are not half as common where others come from as they are where I come from. But I'm certain.

[As Misaki scoots off, he catches her easily with Rashomon and gently puts her down.]

There you are. What were you doing up there?

[Cough cough]