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

[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.]

[candyrocks]

Oh! It's like a toy boat!

[Knocking on it!]

Maybe we've all been shrunk and this is a tiny toy island!

[poetryandclarinet]

...wouldn't it be easier to make a normal sized boat out of plastic? [Shrinking an entire island and the people on it sounds super tedious... also magic and, once again, he'd rather not deal with weird magic situations again.]

[candyrocks]

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

[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.