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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]

No. [ ... ] Or, not yet?

[ seems like he's going to have to, along with everybody else stranded here ]

Is that process something I can learn...? I'm pretty good at lying on the floor.

[birdysnatcher]

It’s pretty complicated. You’d need this jacket, for starters.

[She shows it off running across her arms. Colour oozes off of it.]

You should totally go one day, though. It’s very cosmopolitan. Better than here, at any rate.

[The bar is low.]

Where on Earth are you from?

[compendiem]

[ That specific jacket? or a jacket like it... where can he get one... he's going to want it doubly when that ugly neon flamingo shirt is foisted upon him later ]

Iwatodai, Japan. Lived here and there around the country, though. Are there jackets like that in Japan...?

[birdysnatcher]

[A shrug.]

Never been. This one is a Rac Shade exclusive.

[Saying that, she breaks her tone with a fangirlish excitement. She’d preen, if she had her feathers.]

What’s Japan like? I’ve heard there’s good poetry there.

[compendiem]

It's... busy. There are so many people, and they are always doing something. I haven't read much of the poetry, but I like the food. The people.

[ It's a very vague description of the place, he knows. He could talk about the culture, maybe, or the geography. But it's the people he loves the most. ]