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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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[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.]

[baskins]

No, my parents did in fact vote for him. Recently.

[ everyone voted for him! fuck that guy! ]

[photoning]

Um. I don't know how to put this delicately, but I'm pretty sure that the year is. It's 2015?

[Please say sike.]

[baskins]

... that's a funny way to say 1984.

[photoning]

One of the other girls told me that we all have different memories of what happened before we came here. But... This place doesn't look very old-fashioned to me.

[baskins]

[ a shrug ]

Time travel! Why not, right?

[photoning]

[Facetious.]

Though maybe you were just cyrogenically frozen. But, no, there's no reason to assume that.