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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?

Comments

[birdysnatcher]

President Reagan?

[Shade overhears whilst doing exploring of her own. She doesn't know who Regan is, but Robin sounds pretty sure of herself - and that's enough to think she's onto something.]

Did they do this?

[baskins]

I'm assuming so until proven otherwise! Unless it's the Russians, but in my very limited experience they're not exactly subtle about things.

[birdysnatcher]

[Shade understands the weakness of human eyes, but even then, this place is bright. Coupled with the way everything's been left, it's a Scene(tm)]

Is this subtle?

[baskins]

This beacon of hospitality is not particularly subtle, no.

[birdysnatcher]

So, Russians? [A beat.] Who are they?