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]

It seems I was the only survivor.

[missfunction]

[EEEEEEH this just turned 500% more awkward for the 'bot, her boot kicking out at the sand idly.]

Gee. That's r-real sad. [a pause, still awkward] Didja....Didja already b-b-bury 'em? Do ya need any help?

[parasitus]

I'm not certain it would be right of me. They were no real family or friends of mine-- I don't have a family, really. They were simply hired to transport me to a job.

[missfunction]

B-b-but they probably ain't got anyone else here t' do th' job, huh? [Lips parting to allow a cloud of steam to puff into the air.] Someone's g-g-g-gotta do it.

[The sad truth, of course, but Rabbit had seen enough dead bodies in the past, bodies who hadn't had any family or friends around to claim them, who had still needed to be buried.]

[parasitus]

... you're right.

[Genie stands, dusting the sand off of her clothing, careful to avoid the cuts and bruises she gained during the crash.]

... isn't it funny, how arbitrarily humans as a species assign sentimentality to actions? Burying a body... a strange action that only we have imbued with such honor.

[A humorless laugh of sorts, and she turns her gaze to look to the wreckage.]

Well, not all of us, I suppose. Did you know that there are cultures in which bodies are left out for the birds and other animals to feed on?

[missfunction]

[Rabbit does not like the turn this conversation has taken.

As Genie stands, the copper automaton quickly follows with the usual noises of her mechanical form, but the line of her lips presses together firmly, blue and green gaze following after the woman intently. Something is prickling at her senses, but the 'bot can't quite distinguish what.]

It ain't s-s-strange. It's j-just th' r-right-t-t thing t' do! Ya can't l-leave yer loved ones out just l-layin' 'round. It's disrespectful. [And also, clearly unsanitary.]

[parasitus]

Oh, why, yes, of course, in our culture, it's considered quite unthinkable to leave a body unattended to, out in the open air. I was merely making an observation.

[missfunction]

[Observation or not, Rabbit doesn't necessarily like that attitude, enough that it knocks the friendly chattiness right out of the 'bot.] Hmm. Well, I'm g-g-gonna check on my family. Petey s-said not t' stray too far from th' beach since they'll p-pr-probably be comin' t' pick us up real soon.