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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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amongst the neon pool deck furniture, kurumi sits up slowly, shovel in hand- that's still there, at least- and looks around in a daze. the chlorine and blood both hit her nose strongly and she recoils a bit but... ultimately? this isn't new to her at all.
the silence, however, is.
well.
first thing's first. find the others. which is where you may catch kurumi running in stumbled steps across the island (WHEN did she get onto an island!!!!) calling out multiple names- )
Yuki! Miki! Rii-san! ... Asoi-san! Where is everyone!?
( the fact that there's more blood everywhere- toppled chairs and tables, food left out- it's all so familiar in the worst way, the way she's become acclimated to with a heavy pit in her stomach. but eventually she has to sit down at the restaurant, shovel at her side and head in her hands. did she push it too much?
thankfully, it looks like she's not entirely alone on murder island. she looks up and stares for a moment when she hears someone approach before she simply smiles cheerfully. )
Yo! Weird place, huh? I don't suppose you've seen any others yet...?
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not far from the pool
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The moment lasts all of two seconds before the tide comes and crashes against the side of his head, salty and bitter and dripping into his eyes as he sits up with a start and stares around at all the pink. Like he'd woken up in the wrong portable game.
Yes, okay. This is a familiar feeling. Body exhausted, head foggy, stumbling around like a zombie poking his nose at anything and everything:
You can find Minato riding the elevators up and down... and up and down... and up and down... He spends quite a lot of time in the arcade as well, helping himself to the tokens to try each game out two or ten times. However much he'd like nothing more than a comfy bed and a fourteen hour nap, he doesn't find himself a room to hole up in, but rather visits each room whose door is still unlocked, going through the suitcases and clothing like he's searching for something. Eventually he'll head back outside to walk the shoreline he'd woken up at, head bowed and staring at the sand, looking a little forlorn. There are no crabs ): ]
rooms!
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Hey! Excuse me! Did you bring me here? Can you tell me what's going on?
[For Prompt B, Mahiru is just walking around wherever on the first story and grounds. Down here, it's much easier to see that she has a camera on an orange strap around her neck, which she's using in a somber way. She tries to put on a smile once someone actually looks at her like they want to talk about what's going on.]
Oh, I'm getting a feel for the layout of this place, that's all. If we can talk with the concierge, I just might be able to get these photos developed!
[Bit of an eyetwitch there.]
a!
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That's the sound of Misaki dislodging an approximate metric ton of stuffed flamingos as she sits up, squinting into an overwhelming mass of pink. Okay. It's... some kind of tropical gift shop? Not the weirdest place she's woken up, honestly. ]
...The aquarium? No, this isn't - aah!
[ And that was the sound of Misaki putting a foot out and realizing her impromptu sleeping arrangement comes with a steep vertical drop. She yanks her leg back onto the shelf, sending a few flamingos raining down to the floor and narrowly avoiding joining them.
Okay. If she got up here, she can get down. Theoretically, she could just climb down the shelves below, avoiding their assortment of souvenir cups and stationery... if she can trust them to hold her weight. Which is why this plan isn't one she's super jazzed about. She casts a glance toward the doorway, hoping a plan B will walk by, and raises her voice: ]
...Uh. Help?
[ Later, assuming Misaki escapes that particular plight, she'll be found wandering the resort, her worry meter ticking up slowly but steadily at each sign of disarray, disorder, or general Not Right-ness. Upon nearly stepping in a particularly fresh bloodstain, she visibly pales. ]
You think we've been dragged into some kind of murder mystery? I mean, a fake murder mystery, obviously - a really, really fake one... right?
[ please be ketchup please be ketchup plEASE BE KETCHUP ]
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let's say by the docks
(strong bad voice) i'll search down by the docks
wandering, perhaps by the pool
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Prying herself from the sand - and oh, how annoying sand is - she gets to her feet. She still has the coat, she's still in her body, not her body. But not where she was.
Exit with intention. And then begin again.
Coloured specks leak and float from her coat as Shade wanders the beach, curiously approaching whoever else happens to be roaming there.]
What is this place?
[And, because it's worth asking:]
Earth?
[When Shade reaches the main resort, it only takes a couple of bloodstains and wrecked furniture before she decides Fuck this shit, I'm out. She finds herself somewhere seemingly quiet - though, this place is too quiet, not like the conspicuous buzz of Earth - and...well, to the untrained eye she just seems to pass out.
But in her mind, she taps into the madness, ready to escape, back to Meta, back to anything that's not this -
And goes nowhere.
Not this shit again.
Shade jolts awake, conscious, desperate on the floor.]
No! Why won't it work?
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cw ronald reagan mention
... Hey, actually, where is that superpowered child? Or any of the other children she guesses she hangs out with now? Or... ]
... Steve? Hey, dingus, you around here?
[ No response. She thinks very hard. She's learned a lot of government secrets, but this place hardly seems Soviet, so... ]
Oh my god, the FBI sent me to a farm upstate.
[ And as soon as she can find a - yeah, a skee-ball in one of her work socks, that's a weapon - she's going to start exploring. ]
All right, President Reagan, come out and face me yourself, you old coward!
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cw: ......... charles manson
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H-hey! Little help!
[Once he's freed from his tiny prison, Sonic sets to work exploring. First himself- his shoes have, unsurprisingly, changed- now mostly black with a hot pink geometric design along the outer sides. Very retro. His gloves are also black with pink trimming to match. He bounces from foot to foot, occasionally slapping his hands together, as if he's expecting something to happen]
Come on, I know you do something. Work with me here!
[But that's a dead end, and before long he's running across the island- you might see him... or more likely NOT see him, just a blue blur with a pink figure 8 to indicate legs as he zooms past. Eventually, he gets to the woods and runs in... only to pop right back out an instant later.]
Wait, what?
[He turns and goes back in... only to POP again right after]
...okay, that's creepy.
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He pauses for a minute and then kicks the washing machine nearby in seeming frustration before storming out.
His next venture is exploring the island. He finds himself inside the arcade at some point and gives it one sparing glance before walking out. Too noisy. He then walks outside, sees all the water....
And walks right back into the arcade and hunkers down near the skee-ball machine. This place just gets worse and worse.]
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A young-ish woman, wiry and pale, sits upon the sand of the beach and watches the slowly shifting tide. Almost like a specter in her drab white dress and stringy hair. She looks like she's been through hell. Maybe she has.
Honestly, she could sit here forever... But it's wrong. Shakily, she rises to her feet and ventures off into the island proper. If this was real, then there would be nothing to stop her. If it wasn't... then mother would surely be furious whenever she caught up.
Of course, that just means she drifts into the front hall of the hotel, unsure of where to go from there.
...Hey! Knickknacks! Nothing Eleanor recognizes, but that just means she has to inspect those plush flamingos, y'know?]
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And then he is on a beach chair, just chilling.]
Qué diablos?! [okay, not quite chilling. But he's lying there with his laptop on his stomach so it definitely looked like he was for a second.]
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It takes no time at all to recognize that this absolutely isn't the Burn, even if there are some resemblances. The sand, the silence... but most certainly not the beach resort. He kind of wonders if he's hallucinating, honestly, but...
Well. He's cautious as he approaches anyone else, though he's not suspicious enough to think anyone present is directly responsible. Even so, it's probably a little intimidating to have a 6'7'' guy come up to you and address you so severely when you're probably feeling kind of confused, even if he doesn't seem to mean you any harm...]
Were you transported here as well, then? What is it that you remember before your arrival?
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