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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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[kurohato]

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa of the Port Mafia. Akutagawa is fine. [he says that without thinking too hard about it. Most people at home know who he is. Most people know to avoid him. Or else.]

I cannot sense what's going on, either, apart from making educated guesses. But I suppose working together towards the goal of going home may make things slightly easier.

[slightly. cough cough.]

[photoning]

[Port Mafia? It doesn't ring a bell which is strange considering what a dark shadow the yakuza has cast over her life. Honestly, he's probably used to this barely repressed growl: "What the hell? A mafioso? Get that monster away from me!" She is in no place to judge, though. She's lucky no one recognizes her either, like Kurumi said...]

Akutagawa, then.

[The unusual nature of the name catches more clearly when spoken in her own mouth. But it's not worth dwelling on.]

I agree. We should all investigate, cover more ground, and then base our theories on whatever hard evidence we find. [A bit dry.] I hope we don't have to stay here long enough to work together on other things, but it might come to that.

[kurohato]

That's all we can do for now. Perhaps we should all gather to share our theories later somewhere, too. Could progress things faster. [Akutagawa muses.] At meal time or something, maybe.

[...he lets a barely repressed snort go at that last sentence.]

Your sentiment is shared, Miss Koizumi. But fate does what it must. The ire must be spent on our captors instead.

[photoning]

Something like breakfast tomorrow morning could make a lot of sense. [A surprisingly grounded idea from the gangster supervillain.] If we don't just stumble upon an exit today and holler until everyone finds it. Then might as well wait until tomorrow to give everyone time to be told about it.

[And reassure each other that they all made it through the night...]