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castawayrp2023-02-12 12:25 pm
pinkprismstaff) wrote in castawayrp2023-02-12 12:25 pm
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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I… would not know, personally…
[well okay the reapers are a noble Garlean tradition even if they’re kind of obsolete because machines are generally more reliable than demons but he’s gotta admit that’s some weird fuckin stuff]
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I thought Earth was a place to be free.
[But now, she's trapped. A bird in a cage. How fitting. Where do those cages end?]
Don't you know what's going on?
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["earth?????"]
In any case, I would imagine I am precisely as lost as you are. Others with whom I have spoken seem to be in the same situation, as well.
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[Hope dwindles by the second. Didn’t she want to start a new life away from Valley Ville? This is a cruel twist of fate to make it come true.
What to do now? Get on with it, she supposes.]
Then - I’m Shade. Who are you?
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Simply call me Shadowhunter for the time being.
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[Feels good to say. Shade doesn’t question his intention; she calls people to call her Shade, after all.
Besides, secrets don’t stay long.]
Cool name. [Shade and Shadowhunter. Should she be concerned? Probably not.] Been here a while?
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[it's just pattern recognition at this point.]
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[‘The beach’ she will later learn; but metan beaches are different.]
It’s a very garish place to be trapped.
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[...]
...perhaps ill-advised in its design.
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[She winces somewhat.]
I think I need glasses.
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[Shade hops off in direction of the gift shop, for Gaius to either follow or not, but either way - she’s getting him some tacky sunglasses, possibly of the flamingo kind.]
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[he’s gonna follow her so that he can maybe pick up something dignified.]
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It’s not too bad.
[Sure there are flamingos knocked everywhere and - yeah, okay, still bits of blood about - but the goods seem to be relatively untarnished.
She skips over to the sunglasses and pries off a pair from the shelves and holds them up at first to her eyes, then Gaius’.]
How’s this?
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No.
[maybe if allie asked him and gave him the puppy eyes. but this isn't allie even if she's got white hair.]
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These? They’re very avant-garde.
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