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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]

[ He shrugs, because he honestly doesn't know one way or another, not without looking into things more. But the mention of a strange disease does have him looking around the ...elevator carriage. It's not too bad in here, but outside... ]

That strange disease might've come through here... It'd make sense for everybody to abandon the place, right? Looked like they were in a rush.

[ Maybe they just bled out all over the place! this doesn't have to be a slasher film ]

[reresurrected]

[THAT DOES NOT MAKE THINGS BETTER, MINATO]

It's certainly possible, and concerning if that is the case. But there's also the matter of how we came to be here in the first place...

[I mean. HE'S got some ideas, but. Whether or not any of them have any merit remain to be discovered!]

[compendiem]

[ It might be?? bad news is still news, and he prefers it to knowing nothing at all ]

Trying to figure out "how" seems complicated. Sometimes things just... happen, don't they?

[ He had questions Nothing in his entire game. Maybe he should have. Could've saved himself and everybody a lot of trouble if he thought about the whys and hows. ]

[reresurrected]

Yes, I suppose they do.

[But "why" is a question that's been haunting him for a long time for more than one reason.

Fortunately, the ding of the elevator as they reach the ground floor prevents both him and Minato from thinking too much about these things.]

... ah. Here we are.

[compendiem]

[ There's the slightest hesitation before Minato steps off the elevator, looking around like he's expecting something- someone?- but when his eyes catch the receptionist's desk, he makes a beeline for that.

There is a bell on the desk, the kind that you tap on the top and it dings. He dings the bell.

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