The Crash Site

[blindandlost]

It doesn't matter who you are. It doesn't matter how you were travelling. All that matters is the Island, and the Island wants you. All are drawn to the same stretch of shoreline; your plane suddenly loses power and drops from the sky to crash into the sand. Your boat runs aground. Your helicopter plows a deep furrow until the blades tangle and catch in the thick growth of the jungle.

However it happened, now you're here. You belong to the Island. There might be something salvageable in the debris, but no matter what you find, no matter who is with you, one thing is certain:

You are lost.

Comments

[parasitus]

[She ponders that for a moment before responding.]

... would you, per chance, desire a bit of... protection, in light of recent events? A sharp eye, and a quick trigger finger.

[awfulsentimetal]

[Annnnnd his attention is drawn to the weapon that he has been so very carefully ignoring. The Spine suppresses a repulsed grimace.]

I, uh, appreciate the offer, but I don't think you're gonna have to be shootin' much of anything, Miss Genie.

[The survivors he's met so far seem trustworthy enough. The idea that any of them might be violent doesn't bear consideration.]

But we could use an extra pair of hands buildin' shelter, if you wouldn't mind.

[parasitus]

[Genie saw that.

It isn't an unfamiliar reaction at all, and she says nothing, although something odd creeps into her expression-- a tone of something dark or secret, almost smug.

A pacifist.]

Fair enough, then. I shall do what I can to aid you in such, although I am somewhat unsuited to physical labor... you see, my strengths lay elsewhere.

[awfulsentimetal]

"A sharp eye and a quick trigger finger"? [The Spine guesses, crooking a heavy black brow and displaying a hint of a wry smile.] I'm sure we can find somethin' else for you to do if you're willing to help. Either way, I ought to be getting back--comin' along?

[parasitus]

It seems I've given myself away, how embarrassing.

[She smiles in return. Such a handsome machine she's found. Now that her grief about being alone has passed, she begins to wonder the ways in which a machine can be broken.

Or should she harm him at all? He isn't human, doesn't seem to display their flaws, although perhaps he's a bit quick to trust someone like her.

She will simply have to see.]

Yes. I do believe I will.

the beach is now diamonds

[awfulsentimetal]

[The tall automaton gets to his feet with some difficulty, the sand shifting under his great weight, and offers a hand up. It looks like he's made a friend of this odd woman.

If only everything else could be so easy; if only a few kind words and a smile could heal Miss B's wounds.]

Glad to hear it. It's just a ways up the beach--oh, and uh, we found some luggage. Maybe some of it is yours?