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

[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]

[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!