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

[poetryandclarinet]

It is a shipwreck, but- but surely it can't be too hard to fix up. [Probably wishful thinking, but Wirt's gonna try anyway.]

Let's go check it out.

[candyrocks]

Okay! You lead the way! I bet if we need to we could cut down some trees to fix it, right?

[poetryandclarinet]

We'll have to find an axe or something, first. [He starts leading Greg to the ship, and shields his eyes with one of his hands from the sun. Also, Greg might not have noticed earlier, during the heartfelt moment the two had, but there's been a small crab hanging from the bottom of Wirt's cape since he woke up. Obviously, he hasn't noticed it either, otherwise he would've freaked out by now.]

[candyrocks]

[That's not a crab, it's their new friend! Greg is so happy to meet you, Wirt crab. He follows along after Wirt, but keeps his eyes on the crab.]

That's a good idea, we should find an axe! [And whispering...] Hi, I'm Greg. And that's Wirt, and this is Cornelius. Do you want to be friends with us?

[poetryandclarinet]

[He hears Greg whispering and looks over his shoulder, with an eyebrow raised.]

Greg, stop talking to my-- [And then he notices the crab.]

GWAH!

[He flails about frantically, trying to shake it off. Though he winds up smacking it into his face, and probably angering it more. He rubs his nose with a groan, and the crab stubbornly stays where it is, despite his efforts.]

[candyrocks]

Wirt be careful! Don't scare her!

[Watching her cling to his cape.]

Look! She loves you! Oh, you're so lucky!

[poetryandclarinet]

[Greg. Greg...]

G-get it off! [Shaking his cape again, though less aggressively this time because Greg said to be careful.]

[candyrocks]

Okay, hold still!

[Jeez, Wirt. If you're going to squirm, he'll just reach out and pluck the crab off the cape.]

[poetryandclarinet]

[Thank goodness Greg is a child who's scared of nothing and got nothing to lose. He lets out a sigh when Greg plucks it off, and takes a step back away from him, straightening the fabric of his cape out a bit.]

N-now put that thing near the water-- where it belongs. [There's no way he's going to let Greg keep a crab. A frog, sure, they're harmless creatures, but a crab that can pinch off his nose and cut his skin up? Nope, not happening.]

[candyrocks]

[Yeah, he's really not scared. Just looking at the little crab interestedly.]

Aww, but she likes us --

[And then the crab wriggles free from his grip to land back down on the sand.]

Well, ain't that just the way.

[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.]

[candyrocks]

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

[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.

[candyrocks]

Hmm...okay, if you say so.

[Well, they've probably gotten to the ship by now, right? Checking it over.]

[poetryandclarinet]

[He drops the subject as they reach the boat, and begins looking it over himself. It looks to be in pretty bad shape, but maybe if they can't fix it, they can use some of the wood to make a new boat or at least a raft? Let's see how strong the wood is, being in water for too long can make woods soft and unable to be used.

He carefully taps against the wood, but flinches at the touch. It felt a little weird... not like any wood he's touched before. So he'll stroke it this time, and let out a gasp.]

Greg.. this- this boat is made of plastic! [That's.. weird.]