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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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[howveryglib]

[it can’t be that long of a ride, can it.

…]

Tell me—

[OH JESUS NO]

—do you have any ideas about the present situation?

[oh phew.]

[compendiem]

[ He's silent for a moment longer, not because he didn't hear the question but because he struggles this something this open ended, compared to simple yes or no. ]

I think... well... I'm kind of waiting until midnight to see if anything changes.

[howveryglib]

[…hm. Definitely a stranger answer than he expected…]

And what precisely would midnight bring that would clarify the situation?

[compendiem]

Monsters. Don't know if that's good or bad if that shows up, though.

[ on one hand, he'll have a better idea about what all happened

on the other hand, monsters ]

[howveryglib]

Ah. Well, if it is simply monsters, that should not be particularly troublesome to deal with, unless there is something particularly special about them that would make them more difficult to fend off than usual.

[like he does have some kind of weird riflesword stuck to his back, so he at least has something obvious to fight with! Even if it’s silly.]

[compendiem]

[ man, he wishes he had a weird riflesword ]

No, never came across one I couldn't handle. I usually had help, though, so...

[ So he's actually pretty relieved to have mister riflesword here ]

[howveryglib]

[He nods.]

The more of us who are capable of combat the better. I have not seen anything that would constitute a threat as of yet, but it is clear that there was some violence that occurred here.

[compendiem]

Right... But sometimes, you can't see the threat.

[howveryglib]

Of course… and quite frequently those sorts have their imperceptibility as their least threatening quality.

[compendiem]

You run into a lot of those?

[howveryglib]

At present, they are my primary target.

…

Are you aware of the Ascians? Or perhaps you would know them as the Paragons.

[compendiem]

Maybe by a different name? What are they like?

[howveryglib]

They are a group of arcane sorcerers who have attempted to steer the course of history from behind the scenes through possession and manipulation in service of resurrecting their god. Precisely how their methods are intended to bring about that end is unknown to me, but they have caused untold calamities throughout the history of our star.

[compendiem]

Hmm... Sounds kind of like Strega. There were only three members we met, but they almost did it... Nyx's return.

[ Sounds like Gaius' experiences are on a much larger scale, though ]

[howveryglib]

I know nothing of these entities you have mentioned, but I suppose it is good to know that we have some common ground, at the very least.