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

[collateraltsunage]

...Snow?

[Please explain]

[collateraltsunage]

It's Meryl, actually. Meryl Stryfe of the Bernadelli Insurance Society. [Because that's relevant, right?]

[Nope]

Shall we, mister....? [Insert your name here]

[collateraltsunage]

[NO.. KIDDING....]

Don't choke...

[collateraltsunage]

[Have fun watching her slosh and flail her way through, asshole]

And you couldn't have mentioned this earlier....?

[collateraltsunage]

Interested isn't the word I'd use. [More like she's dreading what he's going to get up to and the messes she will inevitably have to clean up. She can already feel a migraine coming on]

[That may be a side effect of talking to this man, on the other hand. Are they all competing for who irritates her most?]

And you?

[exfired]

Must've slipped my mind!

[the worst.]

s'alright!

[fullonbraced]

Maaan! Whoever thinks this is funny is gonna get a piece of my mind!

[featherduster]

[ A LOT

He's going to drown

Save him ]

[featherduster]

[ It's PROBABLY nothing

I mean

Probably. ]

[featherduster]

[ Wow he didn't actually think she'd go for it. Peering down his nose at this onslaught of unfair judgements ]

... Come to think of it, you're a lot more accusatory than I remember...

[ UTTERLY FAILS TO ANSWER ANY OF THE QUESTIONS yep ]

[schwings]

Affection is a flimsy thing, you know. It tends to snap on a whim, once the novelty's worn off. ♣

You'll be through in a week. Tops. ♦

[schwings]

[HE SURE DOES.]

It could be a dead end. Wouldn't that be funny? ♣

[schwings]

...♣ [He's waiting expectantly for something, silent and smiling.]

[featherduster]

[ You're the hero we deserve, Leorio.

The flaily hand in question latches on gratefully - in a bizarrely strong vice grip, as if it were literally a vice - and he pulls himself up coughing and spluttering. ]

— Wet sand doesn't move the same way dry sand does!

[wildrhythm]

My best friend is a pastry chef! If I could get tired of cake, I would've done it by now.

[synchrownization]

That sounds really useful. Thanks. [He nods. Maybe he could grab a piece to take back to Arendelle with him? Would it be useful in major winter, though?]

[synchrownization]

Uh... [Whoa, whoa, she's never heard of snow? She must be from some warmer parts of the world or something.] It's frozen rain, but it's not ice. It's softer than ice.

[s2g]

[ Wolfwood shrugs and slips his hands deep into his pockets. ]

Usually it involves not wastin' half of what you're eating. [ with that, he moves to brush past him, with a flippant wave over his shoulder to boot ] See you around, if ya don't starve yourself before then.

1/idk

[s2g]

[ if Wolfwood had a cigarette between his lips right now, this would be where he took a deep, contemplative drag, and turned his eyes towards the endless blue spanning out before him, and the salt breeze, and the faint call of birds.

but he doesn't, so all he has to focus on is the Humanoid Typhoon as he struggles against a fiel and a half of water and seafoam. ]

[s2g]

[ and so, grumbling, he goes to grab at the soaked spans of red that most looks like collar, judging by the position of flailing arms and skunk hair ]

[s2g]

[ and his foot slips in the loose silt ]

done

[s2g]

[ and he goes down on top of him ]

[candyrocks]

Plastic is for toys and bathtubs! Not boats! We definitely got shrunk by magic and went to toy island.

[s2g]

Haven't figured it out yet. [ blandly ]

[poetryandclarinet]

[He's not dropping the magic, is he?]

Fine, fine. You're right, Greg. We've been magically shrunk and sent to toy island. [With Greg being as he is, he probably won't drop it until Wirt agrees.]

But- but it doesn't matter where we are because we still have the problem of figuring out how to get home.