castawayrp | intro

intro

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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[ flump

That's the sound of Misaki dislodging an approximate metric ton of stuffed flamingos as she sits up, squinting into an overwhelming mass of pink. Okay. It's... some kind of tropical gift shop? Not the weirdest place she's woken up, honestly. ]

...The aquarium? No, this isn't - aah!

[ And that was the sound of Misaki putting a foot out and realizing her impromptu sleeping arrangement comes with a steep vertical drop. She yanks her leg back onto the shelf, sending a few flamingos raining down to the floor and narrowly avoiding joining them.

Okay. If she got up here, she can get down. Theoretically, she could just climb down the shelves below, avoiding their assortment of souvenir cups and stationery... if she can trust them to hold her weight. Which is why this plan isn't one she's super jazzed about. She casts a glance toward the doorway, hoping a plan B will walk by, and raises her voice: ]

...Uh. Help?

[ Later, assuming Misaki escapes that particular plight, she'll be found wandering the resort, her worry meter ticking up slowly but steadily at each sign of disarray, disorder, or general Not Right-ness. Upon nearly stepping in a particularly fresh bloodstain, she visibly pales. ]

You think we've been dragged into some kind of murder mystery? I mean, a fake murder mystery, obviously - a really, really fake one... right?

[ please be ketchup please be ketchup plEASE BE KETCHUP ]

[ Oh, um. He'd open his arms out and offer to catch her, but looks like he'd probably snap his spine doing so. So the second best thing he can think of is to collect all the fallen stuffed flamingos and pile them underneath where Misaki is. ]

That... should be enough. [ looks up at her ] Right?

[ rude she's not that heavy!!

But. Okay. Misaki looks down at Flamingo Pile Jr., then back up at the face of her potential savior. She appreciates the effort, and she doesn't want to be a jerk, but Plan B is looking only slightly less risky than Plan A at the moment. ]

You want me to just. Jump?

[ ... ]

If you want.

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

Do you have another idea?

...Not really. I'm gonna be honest with you, this is not my ideal thinking environment.

[ Misaki scoots a toe down over the edge again, swallows, then, improbably, does have a flash of insight. ]

Do you see any chairs or stools you could pull over here?

I'll look for some. What's your ideal thinking environment?

[ Probably not all this shuffling around, and even when he does find a sturdy enough chair, he has to drag it over instead of lifting it. ]

A cafe, probably? Give me a couple hours with a notebook and a latte, and I can get you a pretty solid tune by the time I'm through. But I'll settle for "anywhere not on top of a flamingo shelf" at the moment. Oh, hey - thanks.

[ Yeah, this is probably the better move. It's with much less trepidation that Misaki eases herself (finally) off the shelf until her feet are solidly on the seat of the chair. Steadying herself with one hand against the shelf that had been her captor, she lets out a quiet sigh of relief. ]

Appreciate it. I'm sorry to have put you out like that. Do you think you could give me a hand down?

[ Oh, cafes are good spots to think, and to hang out in general. He'll have to keep a lookout for anything with similar vibes in his place

He nods, steadying himself before reaching his hand out. ]

I got you.

( kurumi isn't much better, she's just used to it. even with the fact that she hasn't seen any of her... personal demons, so to speak, it's just not right. )

Maybe...? It's pretty messed up though. I wasn't even able to sign up for something, anyways-

( ... buuut that's slightly less important. kurumi offers a hand, the other holding her shovel on her shoulder. )

Come on, let's get you some water and sit down a bit. You don't look so good.

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. ]

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( oh, she's seen this. done it. water- or coffee, though she's not sure the caffeine would be great for nerves, but at the same time comfort food is comfort food- first. but as kurumi leads the way... )

While we go, I want you to try breathing slowly every five seconds, okay? Focus on me, not anything around us. I'll lead the way, I found the restaurant earlier.

Breathing. Yeah, I think I remember how to do that.

[ Okay, let's just follow the nice girl away from the very fake, not real bloodstains. At least it's not hard for Misaki to narrow her focus down to the hand in hers. Cute gloves. ]

Can I ask what the shovel's for? If you're trying to dig us out of here... well, it's more than I've been doing.

[ And it's a little big for sandcastles. ]

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!

[Akutagawa looks up. He walks in and sighs, opening his coat to the size of a stretched out sheet as he positions it just right to catch the girl.]

Hop down. I've got you.

[This is your only option, Misaki.]

Oh. Wow. That's way more convenient than I was expecting.

[ Why was this guy carrying a big black sheet around with him? Whatever, Misaki can postpone looking this one in the mouth until after she gets down. She scoots her butt over to the edge of the shelf, then pauses. ]

Uh, how are you holding that up?

[ there's no one on the other end... ]

It's my ability.

[Or, well, maybe he should go with what Koizumi called it--]

My superpower. My clothing is...adaptable. But it won't fail. It can lift up piles of concrete with ease, it can certainly hold your weight.

...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. ]

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]

[Karen's response is weirdly immediate.]

Don't say it. If you don't say it, maybe it won't happen.

...Yeah! What was I thinking! Let's talk about literally anything else!

[ Misaki feels like she should know by now that if you speak of the devil, he will, without exception, appear. ]

N- nice weather on this island, huh?

[His eyes flick down to the bloodstains, then flick back to Misaki.]

…

I believe it is unwise for you to be wandering around alone.

[that’s probably not encouraging to hear from a ridiculously tall man with a murderhobo vibe and some kind of weird sword on his back huh…………]

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let's say by the docks

(strong bad voice) i'll search down by the docks

wandering, perhaps by the pool