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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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cw ronald reagan mention

[baskins]

[ Oh this is not the vibe... is what Robin would think, were she from a later decade. As it stands, she wakes on the floor of an empty arcade and. Looks around, still tired. Giant four-legged flesh monsters? Sure, that had at least been like. Led up to, on account of the Russians and their weird hell gate and the superpowered child?

... Hey, actually, where is that superpowered child? Or any of the other children she guesses she hangs out with now? Or... ]

... Steve? Hey, dingus, you around here?

[ No response. She thinks very hard. She's learned a lot of government secrets, but this place hardly seems Soviet, so... ]

Oh my god, the FBI sent me to a farm upstate.

[ And as soon as she can find a - yeah, a skee-ball in one of her work socks, that's a weapon - she's going to start exploring. ]

All right, President Reagan, come out and face me yourself, you old coward!

[kurohato]

...Who?

[Akutagawa questions, stepping into the room and arching a brow.]

Is that who we should be searching for? [He's not above blaming America. The Guild have done some dumb things before. His first impression was that this might've been due to someone's ability, anyway, so to get a name....]

[baskins]

I mean... that's an educated guess, I'll admit, but who knows? The Soviet Union is probably way colder and more depressing than... wherever we are.

[ A beat. She appraises the goth in the room. ]

Also hi, who are you?

[kurohato]

Hm. Well. My last experience with Russians was far more applicable to those terms, so to suspect the Americans may be a decent decision after all. [He coughs.]

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa. Just Akutagawa is fine. And you?

[he doesn't even question that this girl is in some kind of uniform because Things Are Just Like That back where he comes from. this is normal]

[baskins]

Robin.

[ She looks around. ]

You... deal with Russians often?

arcade

[shoveltalks]

( robin's not the only one looking for a friend, but... so far, nothing. instead, just two confused girls who've seen hell.

which is why kurumi tries to offer a reassuring smile, holding out a hand to help her up. )

Mmmm, no Steve, but you aren't alone here at least!

[baskins]

[ Robin will, after a moment, take the offered hand. ]

At least that's something. I guess?

[ A sigh. And, so as to not jump straight into the Giant Flesh Monster talk: ]

So, uh... you fight the Soviets too, or is this about something else?

[shoveltalks]

No, just zombies.

( she's being incredibly sincere. and stupidly blunt. )

I'm Kurumi Ebisuzawa.

[baskins]

Oh, okay. That seems as likely as anything else.

[ This Might As Well Happen. ]

Robin Buckley.

[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.

[photoning]

Uhhh...

[The bludgeon gets points for enthusiasm as long as it stays far away from Mahiru's camera, but...]

I know we ended up here really suddenly, but do you think we're in the afterlife or something?

[Is there another President Reagan???]

[baskins]

If I made it through being drugged by Russians and fighting a giant monster just to die in the back of a car right afterwards, I'm going to be pissed.

[photoning]

No, no, that's not what I'm saying, but... Wasn't he president, like, thirty years ago? I thought he had passed away...

[It's not like the difference between retirement and death mattered, though. Oh, God, where do the Russians fit into this. Fear.]

[compendiem]

[ Minato is here armed with apparently nothing, but he falls into the focused, careful quiet of battle when he sees that improvised weapon of hers. ]

Where would he be hiding...? One of the fancy rooms upstairs?

[baskins]

I don't know, I'm not a weird ex-actor, but... maybe?

[ Looks around. ]

What kind of place is this, anyway?

[compendiem]

[ He as an ex-actor? That sounds like a piece of useless trivia he'd better commit to memory in case it comes up on exams someday. ]

It's a hotel. There's a beach outside. ...there's no crabs.

[ he searched a long time for them ): ]

[chemicalromance]

The president...?

[Eleanor pauses in her own search, regarding the other woman - around her age, that's a first - And My That Is Some Kind Of Weapon.]

Is... it true, then? About the government controlling you?

[baskins]

It better not be, I just went through a lot for them in their fight against the Red Menace.

[chemicalromance]

Then... it's true, that there is conflict still.

[Hmm, bodes poorly.]

I was taught it would end in mutually-assured destruction. At least that hasn't happened, yet.

[themaplesyrupjob]

Yeah, he's like. Triple ultra dead. I killed him myself in Call of Duty.

[Breanna is just sipping out of a coconut cup. It is empty, as evidenced by the sounds the straw is making.]

[baskins]

Okay, John Hinckley 2.

[ she would also kill a president for jodie foster if pressed tho ]

That's one hell of a piece of news to get after everything today has been.

cw: ......... charles manson

[themaplesyrupjob]

Ouch. Not even Squeaky Fromme? Actually, no nevermind. I would not be a Manson girl. Sara Jane Moore!

[She's so caught up in her extensive knowledge of presidential assassinations that it does not even occur to her time travel has just been implied.]