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

[howveryglib]

No, I only woke up here several moments ago. I presume the same can be said for you?

[it's just pattern recognition at this point.]

[birdysnatcher]

Yeah. I woke up on all the sand.

[‘The beach’ she will later learn; but metan beaches are different.]

It’s a very garish place to be trapped.

[howveryglib]

Indeed. It is...

[...]

...perhaps ill-advised in its design.

[birdysnatcher]

Because it’s too bright for weak, human eyes?

[She winces somewhat.]

I think I need glasses.

[howveryglib]

Even a sun-blasted wasteland of white sand seemed less harsh on the eyes.

[birdysnatcher]

We’ll get you some too, then.

[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.]

[howveryglib]

I would hope the offerings are not similarly covered in blood.

[he’s gonna follow her so that he can maybe pick up something dignified.]

[birdysnatcher]

[When they arrive:]

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?

[howveryglib]

[...]

No.

[maybe if allie asked him and gave him the puppy eyes. but this isn't allie even if she's got white hair.]

[birdysnatcher]

[Well, she’s going to wear them - setting them on the bridge of her nose, she turns back to the rack to pick out the next pair.]

These? They’re very avant-garde.

[howveryglib]

...I think I would prefer practical, actually...

[birdysnatcher]

Fashion and function. They’ve got it all.

[howveryglib]

They are a bit too loud for my personal tastes, unfortunately.