DAY 0 - Morning

[islandiastaff]

[Good morning, contestants!

One moment, you were receiving a mysterious envelope marked "Greetings from Islandia". The next moment, you're waking up on a beach.

Twenty-four people are scattered across the sands of a beautiful tropical beach, all somewhere in the middle of waking up. To your right, a sunrise over a gentle sea. To your left, dense, vibrant jungle.

There are two signs of civilization here! One is a shipwreck, about half of a good-sized ship emerging morosely from the waves. The other is a wooden sign at the edge of the jungle, showing simply an arrow pointing deeper into the island. Looking a bit closer, there is a narrow but well-maintained path into the jungle.

Welcome to Islandia!]

Comments

[wildrhythm]

That's cheating! If the cake is all gone, then I can't eat it!

[islandiastaff]

That's exactly right!

[poetryandclarinet]

[He flinches as it runs by his feet to it's crabby home, and sighs once it's far enough away.]

...Look at that crab, hurrying back home like that. [He lets out another sigh, more forlorn than the one before.]

I, too, have somewhere to be. A place some would call ¨home¨, but to me -- it's a sanctuary, a sanctum, somewhere safe that I belong. How I long to breathe again, without worrying every waking moment about where I am, where I'm going, and how I'm to survive in a place unfamiliar such as this.

[He starts walking towards the ship again, sure that Greg would follow.]

Let's see how bad the shape of the ship is.

[candyrocks]

[God. It's a good thing your little brother doesn't know how much of a loser you are, Wirt. He just nods as he watches the crab scuttle away.]

Yeah! Go home, little crab! And we'll find our way home, too! It shouldn't be hard, brother o' mine. The Queen of the Clouds and the Beast both knew how to do it, you just needed to wake up first!

[poetryandclarinet]

Y-yeah, Greg. We'll find our way home. [Man this subject makes him a little sad, so he's gonna just. Change it.]

...how do you think we got onto this island in the first place?

[candyrocks]

I think it must be magic, right? 'Cause it was snowing where we were, so there's no way we just swam to a sunny island.

[poetryandclarinet]

No, no, I wasn't thinking that we swam here... I was thinking maybe we- we might have been the reason for that shipwreck over there.

[candyrocks]

But we weren't on a ship. We were in the forest. I didn't even see an ocean anywhere. And, you know, the Beast was going to send us home if I could beat him, but he said I had to wait until sunset in the cold, he definitely said cold, and it's not cold here at all. And I wouldn't have gone anywhere! So it's gotta be magic.

[poetryandclarinet]

Then maybe we... got knocked out somehow. [Nope he's not buying the magic theory just yet. Though if birds can speak and witches are about.. it's probably possible. But he still doesn't want to believe it!

Also that stuff about the Beast telling him to wait in the cold? Yeah, that doesn't really sit well with him, but he won't say anything about it.]

[candyrocks]

[Totally oblivious to any dangers.]

Yeah! Knocked out magically and brought here in a magical way! By magic!

[poetryandclarinet]

No I mean-- augh, nevermind. [Obviously Greg isn't going to give this magic thing up, so he'll just keep his theory to himself.]

[punchestumors]

Oh for - [That is a signal to help isn't it. In knee deep water... what, did he get stung by a ray or something?

God fine he is way too nice for his own good. Leorio tosses his jacket off to the side (after he'd already spent so long getting sand out of it, too) and hustles in, water splashing around behind him. Lifeguard stuff isn't anything he's studied, but once he's close he holds out his hand toward Vash's flaily one.]

Hey, I gotcha! Grab my wrist!

[and pull]

[part_time_overlord]

Where's the cameras?

[synchrownization]

[Thanks, tiny glasses guy.]

The sign is blank, but it is pointing that way. [Hans points right into the jungle.]

[synchrownization]

[HE'S LEARNING.]

Like...clay for pottery?

[synchrownization]

I gotta admit...it is. [He looks around. It was peaceful and warm, even if he didn't ask for it.]

Still, I wish we knew how we got here.

[synchrownization]

Well...you never said boats didn't count!

[YEAH. Hans raises his eyebrows. NOT FAIR.]

[synchrownization]

Yeah, I know...but I mean, it was snowy and cold where I came from.

[punchestumors]

That's not the- [Rgggh. He knows it's not the point doesn't he. Whatever.]

I'm hoping there's not a need for that. Trail has to go somewhere.

[candyrocks]

Magic magic magic. [Now he's just trying to pester Wirt.] We'll just have to magic ourselves home.

[s2g]

Have a little faith! [ he's really pushing the cheer on this one, but it's bleeding at the edges some. nobody'll get a chance to relax with that spiky-haired moron around, least of all him. ] Aren't you even a little interested to see what's gonna happen?

[ because Wolfwood is. he's so interested it's burning in his gut like cigarette smoke that went down the wrong way. maybe this is something Knives set up. or Legato—he wouldn't put it past that fucker to throw them into a hell disguised as an Eden. ]

[candyrocks]

No, you can eat as much of the cake that's left as you want, and you'll never get fat!

[poetryandclarinet]

We're going to find an axe and fix that ship. [NO MORE MAGIC]

[candyrocks]

[Whispering] A magic axe.

[poetryandclarinet]

No a normal, average, everyday axe.