intro

[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

beach

[oceanicbutterfly]

It had better be Earth.

[...she says, in a resigned tone.]

[birdysnatcher]

I travelled hard to get there. I don’t want to end up somewhere else.

[An interesting response from the stranger, though.]

Are you not from around here?

[oceanicbutterfly]

[Karen takes that in a perhaps-surprising amount of stride. (Then again, maybe it's not surprising, comics being what they are.)]

No, I just suddenly woke up here. The same as you, I'd suspect.

[birdysnatcher]

[Strange, but she’s used to strange. It doesn’t answer the lack of locals, however. There are always locals.]

You’re right - I woke up here too. Where did you come from?