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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

[wingtied]

[ a nod ]

Aniki and Liza-chan were trying to figure out how to get out of here. They both seemed to know what was going on, but when they explained it, I didn't really understand it...

[oceanicbutterfly]

[Hm.]

Could you tell us as much as you can remember? There might be someone here now who could understand it.

[wingtied]

I don't remember a lot. Aniki left all of his equipment and notebooks in the lighthouse, but I haven't been able to go back there since he disappeared...I guess he accidentally took the boat with him.

[oceanicbutterfly]

[So, not very helpful... but at least they have a more specific goal than "figure this out" now.

More importantly...]

It's been lonely, hasn't it?

[wingtied]

...I don't want to talk about it. Please.

[oceanicbutterfly]

All right.

[Karen takes Misuzu's hand with both of hers.]

We're here now.

Which means we're going to need supplies, first of all. You must have been eating something, right?

1/2

[wingtied]

[ If Karen looks carefully she can see the single brain cell in Misuzu's head bouncing around like a Windows screensaver.

And then it hits a corner.

Oh.

F...friend? Friend??? ]

2/2

[wingtied]

[ There's a second where she seems like she's going to start crying. But, she does not. She bites her lip and steels herself. ]

...thank you.

[ At her question, Misuzu shakes her head. ]

I mean, there kind of is. There's stuff in the restaurant and the bar down by the beach, but...

[oceanicbutterfly]

[Ah. Karen gets that.]

But?

[wingtied]

It's weird. You don't really get hungry, here. Sometimes I eat sweets when I get bored, but I haven't been down to the kitchens in a while. There's no point, I guess.

[oceanicbutterfly]

...well, that's one less thing to worry about, anyway.

[Karen tries and completely fails to avoid looking like this is in fact one more thing to worry about. It is in fact a large worry.]