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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?

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[shoveltalks]

Huh? Oh... it's just something that came with me when we got here. My school has a rooftop garden, and I'm the toughest of us so it was usually up to me to dig things up and stuff!

( kurumi's been open about the truth for the most part- especially since up untl baldr, she didn't think there was any reason to assume others wouldn't know about it too. but this other girl's already freaking out and neither of them need to make things worse with the truth of zombie-slaying. )

I figure a good tool's always worth keeping around- who knows! Maybe we'll find buried treasure. And I'll be the only one with a shovel!