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DAY 0 - Morning

[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!]
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Oi, the hell are you doing? Swimming at the beach is one thing, but you're gonna drown in that bigass coat!
[he doesn't want to do CPR on a dude if he can help it]
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I'm being careful, I'm being careful! [ It seems no amount of sound logic can hamper the excitement this much water has created, as he scampers up to his knees in seawater ] Do I look like the kind of guy who's careless enough to —
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He flails
He faceplants quite soundly into the shallow surf
(Use your judgement to fill in the rest of that question) ]
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[oh wait he probably can't hear that since HE'S FUCKING DROWNING. Leorio stalks over to the edge of the water.]
I TOLD YOU!
[there now he'll just grumpily watch for a second to see if he's going to pull himself up]
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HE COULD PULL HIMSELF UP OR HE COULD MAKE YOU HELP. Perhaps all this disparaging cruelty is preventing him from getting up on his own. ]
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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]
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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!