DAY 3 - Morning

[islandiastaff]

GOOD MORNING, ISLANDIA! It's time to hit the road!

[The usual. As soon as you're out of the lodge, enjoy the explosions.]

Today's gonna be a simple one - just a simple jungle trek, same as the first day! Can't use all our fun tricks right off the bat, now, can we?

But before we get going, let's talk about spy activity! That's right, they're as busy as ever, and their target is... YOU!

[As M.C points at her, Ema Skye is launched off into the Loser's Lounge. There she go!]

So long, Ema! Five spies to go, and now your group is short one Detective!

Happy hiking, folks!

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FINAL MESSAGE FROM EMA SKYE

[islandiastaff]

If you're hearing this, it means you're down one Detective, but don't worry, I've made sure my Co-Detective knows all of my scan results as of yesterday. I'm just glad I made it this far! Islandia's been weird, but it's been fun too sometimes and I've met a lot of great people here...

... including people I never knew I shared a city with. Robin, I look forward to working with you when you're a prosecutor and I'm a scientific investigator! We really do make a great team.

And Greg, I'm glad I got to teach you scientific investigation! You're going to be a really good detective someday, the kind any prosecutor would want to work with. I hope you and Wirt can make it out to Los Angeles someday!

As for the other people I've worked so closely with since Day Two... I'm glad I met you too. Thanks to you the villagers have a real chance of winning this.

[candyrocks]

[Oh no, this is really sad.]

Ema...

I'm sorry, it's all my fault you got picked!

[poetryandclarinet]

[Hey Greg, here's your brother, looking distraught as usual. But moreso in light of what happened.]

Greg... w-we- we should have done something sooner..

[candyrocks]

I know...Oh, I wish I didn't whisper secrets to her in the trial! It probably made her look suspicious.

[fullonbraced]

EMAAAAA!!! NOOOO!!!

[s2g]

[ Lord grant him the strength. ]

These things are startin' to sound too much like dying declarations.

THE HIKE

[islandiastaff]

[Got a lot of ground to cover today. Pick a prompt or make up your own!

A - Navigation! This will be tricker on Day 3 - the bonfire guiding you is weak and intermittent, meaning you're often without a smoke signal, but supplementing it are various poorly-rhymed clues carved into trees along the way. Good luck!

B - Trailblazing! The jungle is not an easy trek! Depending on your route, flimsy bridges over murky waters, dense thickets of thorny bushes, net traps and more await you on your path from here to there. Looks like the hosts aren't playing nice anymore.

C - Foraging! What will you scrounge up to eat during your hike? The biggest find on the route is a patch of breadfruit trees about halfway between lodges, if you can recognize them as edible. Plenty of other things grow in this jungle if you're crafty enough to find them.

D - Resting! You're not just going to trudge through the jungle all day, are you? Good to rest your legs for a bit every now and then, dig into your food supplies, and talk. Remember to link your private conversations!]

A

[candyrocks]

[Poorly rhymed clues are his jam, though. Running ahead trying to find the next clue tree!]

[wildrhythm]

Does "companions" even rhyme with "canyon"? I dunno about this.

[candyrocks]

It rhymes a little!

But they should have said to stick with your crayons!

D

[fullonbraced]

[Well, with her science/detective buddy gone, Robin had decided to go this course on her own.

But, somewhere along the way, she'd ended up sitting on a rather large fallen log, seemingly to collect her thoughts on the situation. At least the jungle was quiet today.]

[candyrocks]

[Huffing and puffing along. This isn't so easy for a tiny kid. He stops to sit on the log, too.]

Hi!

[fullonbraced]

[Robin... didn't notice Greg just yet, so...]

Whooa!

...

Oh, hey there, little dude.

[s2g]

[ and suddenly Robin has a towering black shadow with horrible trashy man-cleavage ]

Oi. You alright?

[fullonbraced]

[Wow, that man-cleavage.

Ahem. Robin stuttered for a moment, finding herself.]

Yeah! I'm all good, man! Never better...!

[Yeah, she's not looking too happy though.]

[livefreely]

A. NAVIGATION

Ooh... it looks like they've left us some clues! You! Over there!

[She dramatically points at the nearest person with a grin on her lips, widening ever so slightly.]

Let's read this clue together, it'll be easier to figure it out if it was the two of us instead of just me, right?

B. TRAILBLAZING

[Deeeefinitely paying a little more close attention to exactly what she's stepping, being rather careful as she walks over the bridge, putting her hands out for balance.]

You guys be careful over there!

D. RESTING

[A little bit halfway across the jungle, Iori decides to stop for a bit and start eating. Might as well, right? Besides, it's not as if she's in any hurry, and people might actually want to talk to her about the game, or maybe just something in general.]

[collateraltsunage]

[WHAT IS THIS DRAMATIC POINTING]

[Meryl has already been following the clues, though her patience is starting to wear out from the humidity and... everything]

...Alright. What is it?

[livefreely]

There's a rhyming message here. . . Something about a tree being free?

[She might be misreading.]

B

[wildrhythm]

So who do yAAAAAAHHHH

[Hibiki is hurled into the air in mid-sentence, winding up hanging in a swinging net from a tree branch. It's a trap!]

WHAT'S GOING ON WHAT WAS THAT HELP

[sweetssuite]

[Stop, look up. Stare.]

...Hibiki.

[This is why we can't have nice things.]

Hibiki, couldn't you watch where you're going?!

[poetryandclarinet]

a.

[So walking again, huh? It's amazing how Wirt's able to walk so much without getting tired. Even before coming here to Islandia, he and Greg walked miles without too many breaks to get home, so really it's not much different now and he doesn't really have anything to complain about.

Well alright, that's a lie. There was something Wirt had a right to complain about, and it was these poorly rhymed hints carved into trees.

Rhyming poetry wasn't exactly Wirt's forte, he preferred poetry with more meaning and less strict rules, but he still did throw a rhyming one out there every now and then. It was still a complicated and sophisticated form of art! So seeing this... sad excuse for a rhyme was just offending to him, to be honest. And it was written all over his face as he was staring at one of the clues, with the most disgusted expression you've probably seen on the kid yet.]

b.

[While trailblazing, here are some things you'll find Wirt doing; forlornly staring off into space like the last trek the group had, getting his cape very stuck on a thornbush, or stepping right into a trap be it a net trap or pitfall or what have you. He doesn't have much of a good time with difficult journeys like this, as it should be clear by now, but at least he's giving some good effort despite how often he gets himself into SOME kind of trouble...]


d.

[Oh boy, did someone say resting? Though Wirt is good at walking for hours with no set destination or direction in mind, even he needs to take a break from the wilderness that was seemingly trying to hinder him. And you'll find him quite forlornly sitting on a stump, with his head in his hands. If you approach him, you can catch him speaking a poem to himself, even. What a weirdo.]

Do I not have the right, to see love again? To feel my heart beating, whenever I lay eyes on her beautiful face? For naught is my yearning in vain, but rather, it is my inspiration. Without love I am like a bird within a cage; a book without a page. That is, to say, it is the blood within my veins, and thus as each and every day passes, I grow weary, lost, uneasy.

My love, scattered across the graves, left behind within the woods, lying above the clouds; though I shant lay my eyes upon you once more, you will-- [He stops there and sighs disgruntledly, fixing his hat's position a bit as he thinks about what an awful poem he just spoke. He hasn't noticed anyone just yet, and he only hopes no one was around to hear him.]

d

[synchrownization]

[Hans has decided to take a break as well, and is searching for a seat close by when he hears someone speaking...a poem? He stops, interested, and listens, trying to pretend to keep finding a good place to sit.

...until he settles for a log beside Wirt's stump. He's smiling by then. Clearly he liked the poem.]

Did you write that? It's beautiful.

D ALSO in case that weren't... clear...

[s2g]

[ Wolfwood isn't poetic. not much of Gunsmoke is. his is a tenuous grip on grammar and a tendency to dip towards the planet's typical twang more often than not. but he has verses for days; never again will they hunger; never again will they thirst. the sun will not beat down on them, nor any scorching heat—even without the good book in hand, if you asked, you would receive.

and this sounds like a verse. but it isn't. he'd know. ]

Where'd you learn that one from?

C

[synchrownization]

[Hans is in the patch of trees, gathering up as much fruit as he can by standing on large rocks to reach them, or jumping, or even gingerly climbing to the lower branches. Yeah, he bought some rations off the vending machine, but you can never be too careful. Those are some weird fruits, but hey, they should find out if they're edible.

Help him? Ask for one? No, seriously, he'll most likely give you one out of the goodness of his heart.]

[collateraltsunage]

[Meryl's just observing for now, idly hoping he doesn't hurt himself]

What are those?