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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

[prime_spacetime]

[called back as he goes]

Hedgehog, actually!

[It's okay, he can't tell most of you humans apart either]

[ghostinmichelle]

...Sure, he can talk too. That's fine.

[ she's already met at least 1 alien here it's whatever by now ]

[prime_spacetime]

[He finally stops walking and turns, sucking the last bit of chilli off his gloves]

I mean- [suck] - so can you, but you don't see me making a big deal out of it.

[ghostinmichelle]

Yeah, I guess that's fair. I've just never met a hedgehog that can talk before. And in my defense, I haven't met that many hedgehogs.

[ And she's pretty sure any hedgehogs she has met weren't the size of a preschooler, or blue. But she's not gonna get nitpicky about it. ]