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.

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sorry if I'm rusty wehhh

[sagittaluminis]

[A young girl has washed up on the beach, clinging to a piece of wood-- the nearest thing to her that would float after the accident had occurred. Her clothing-- a school uniform-- is soaked through and rumpled, and she seems to have fainted at some point.

The waves push her gently towards shore, her small hands scraped and splintered from clinging so desperately to the wood... and about to let go and let her sink beneath the water.

Uh-oh.]

[blindandlost]

[A dog trotted up from seemingly out of nowhere, tail wagging and tongue dangling in greeting, before the young girl would be given a gentle prodding nudge with a wet nose against her arm.

Yo. Wake up. Time to go to school.]

[sagittaluminis]

[She stirs, her grip renewed on the object that keeps her afloat before she's even opened her eyes. She doesn't quite remember why she's holding it, but she knows she shouldn't let it go.

And then awareness sets in and she picks her head up slowly, looking-- what had...

A dog?

--! Shore! She'd reached an island of some kind. She lets go of her flotation device and puts her shaking feet down to try and stand on her own, and she reaches over to pet the dog's head.]

... thank you. Ah-- ... I wonder where I am?

... did anyone else make it here, too?

[She starts to make her way along the beach, her legs wobbling slightly as she walks in the sand.]

[blindandlost]

[The dog, whose name tag clearly reads Vincent, leans eagerly into the touches, tongue sagging with smelly drool as his tail whoomped whooomped from side-to-side in a show of doggy happiness. And as she shifts to stand, Vincent trots loyally at her side, offering the young girl his back if she so needs the stability.

Just follow the dog! He’ll lead you right back to your fellow survivors.]

that's all right, so am I!

[notinvayne]

[There's a tremendous splashing and, just as Madoka's hands are about to slip from the wood, a strong hand encircles her wrist and hauls her up into someone's arms.

She's set gently on dry sand. The middling tall man that had saved her sits with exaggerated care at her side, regarding his soaked thighs with a grimace before pressing a finger to her pulse.]

Still alive, thank the Gods. Excuse me? Miss? Can you hear me?