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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

[baskins]

That's a weirdly depressing detail.

[ Boo! How are we supposed to rave without crabs? ]

Though the lack of people is already weirdly depressing, so.

[compendiem]

[ Right? where did all the crabs go ]

Yeah... There's more than I thought there'd be, though. Makes me wonder how many there were supposed to be.

[baskins]

I mean I've never been to one, but... definitely more than just us.

[compendiem]

I've stayed in some. They're usually pretty full...

[ He lived in the city, though, and there's always people everywhere, unlike this hotel.

Regardless, he looks towards the elevators that would take them to the upper story so they can hunt down a president ]