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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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[compendiem]

[ 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?

[ghostinmichelle]

[ 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?

[compendiem]

[ ... ]

If you want.

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

Do you have another idea?

[ghostinmichelle]

...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?

[compendiem]

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. ]

[ghostinmichelle]

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?

[compendiem]

[ 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.