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castawayrp2023-02-12 12:25 pm
pinkprismstaff) wrote in castawayrp2023-02-12 12:25 pm
intro
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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I didn't see one, but I admit I wasn't looking for that in particular. We could go back down and see..
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[ That sounds like a great idea. Once we reach the top floor and then go all the way down again ]
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I'm Baldr, by the way. And you are?
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Minato. Have you met many others?
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Only a few. They all seem to be like us-- not from this world, that is. I haven't encountered a single person who actually belongs here.
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[ This world looks a lot like his world. Just a lot more pink. The blood splattered everywhere is the same, though. ]
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[He's absolutely sure it's not his, given that there's... not all that much left of his, honestly! And the closest thing to any sort of building like this would be Altamira, and this most assuredly isn't Altamira.]
I mentioned the names of some of the locations in my world to one of the young ladies here, and she said she'd never heard of them before. She also spoke of some sort of strange disease that had overtaken her world... from that alone, I can be sure that the two of us at least aren't from the same world. And this place doesn't look like anything where I come from, either.
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That strange disease might've come through here... It'd make sense for everybody to abandon the place, right? Looked like they were in a rush.
[ Maybe they just bled out all over the place! this doesn't have to be a slasher film ]
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It's certainly possible, and concerning if that is the case. But there's also the matter of how we came to be here in the first place...
[I mean. HE'S got some ideas, but. Whether or not any of them have any merit remain to be discovered!]
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Trying to figure out "how" seems complicated. Sometimes things just... happen, don't they?
[ He had questions Nothing in his entire game. Maybe he should have. Could've saved himself and everybody a lot of trouble if he thought about the whys and hows. ]
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[But "why" is a question that's been haunting him for a long time for more than one reason.
Fortunately, the ding of the elevator as they reach the ground floor prevents both him and Minato from thinking too much about these things.]
... ah. Here we are.
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There is a bell on the desk, the kind that you tap on the top and it dings. He dings the bell.
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