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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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[baskins]

I mean... that's an educated guess, I'll admit, but who knows? The Soviet Union is probably way colder and more depressing than... wherever we are.

[ A beat. She appraises the goth in the room. ]

Also hi, who are you?

[kurohato]

Hm. Well. My last experience with Russians was far more applicable to those terms, so to suspect the Americans may be a decent decision after all. [He coughs.]

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa. Just Akutagawa is fine. And you?

[he doesn't even question that this girl is in some kind of uniform because Things Are Just Like That back where he comes from. this is normal]

[baskins]

Robin.

[ She looks around. ]

You... deal with Russians often?

[kurohato]

...Off and on. You do as well? Seems we both have interesting lifestyles.

[He shrugs.]

At any rate, this place doesn't seem dangerous. Yet. I've done some scouting...but there's definitely no contact off of this island.

[baskins]

For the last like... three weeks? A lot more than usual.

[ She exhales. ]

Great. Out of the flesh frying pan, into the... weird resort fire.