EVENT ★ GILLIGAN'S ISLAND

[futurologists]

MAROONED Three days after the eruptions wrecked their havoc, a storm begins. It's not so different from the storm the recruits first encountered upon arrival, but this storm seems oddly and peculiarly driven. In some places of the islands it's nothing but pattering rain, but in other places it's strong enough to lift a fully grown human off his or her feet. And that's just what it does. It sweeps up recruits here and there -- not all of them, and there is no apparent method to who it takes and who it leaves. Some stay on the Nalawi islands, some are simply swept up into the sky. Here and there the storm grabs a Nalawi as well, but these victims are always dropped again. Sometimes out over the water, sometimes crashing down into land. They do not generally survive this. The recruits stolen by the storm aren't aloft for long. They emerge eventually from the tumbling, buffeting, blinding winds, spewed out onto the beach of a strange new island. This island, to anyone paying any attention to their surroundings, is a recent addition to the surface of the ocean. In fact, flying in the face of physics and statistical likelihood (much in the way the storm had), it seems to have recently been on the seafloor. This island was clearly once inhabited, although it's been a long, long time since then. Uniform structures can be found arranged in streets and avenues, now all thoroughly caked in barnacles, coral, seaweed, and other assorted debris of the sea. Here and there can even be found dead fish, suffocated when the water began to drain away and turn to open air. Most of them are horrifying, the things that tend to keep to the dark depths of the water. Toward the center of this empty, silent, sea-claimed city a giant sea serpent threads around and through several buildings. It's just as dead as the rest of them, its huge, pale eyes staring at nothing. There are a few things here that aren't quite dead, though. Sometimes something armored, dull red, and hungry crawls out of some dark place. These creatures can't really be compared to anything on the surface, but they are each about the length of a human, with three sets of sharpened limbs held up off the ground, used for stabbing forward to pierce its prey, and one set of pinchers below that. The pinchers might anchor prey in place for easier stabbing, but they also create a tiny sonic boom when clacked. Standing too close to this can leave you dazed and momentarily helpless. These creatures aren't fazed by the lack of water around them, they're just hungry and ready to feed on anything nearby -- even each other. The danger they present to recruits is at least slightly mitigated by an unknown force, though. If a recruit finds themselves unable to handle one of the creatures or overwhelmed by it, the storm itself will lash out at the thing. This isn't a very precise defense, but it is generally enough to pick up one or both of the contestants and separate them. Nothing here looks anything like what can be found on the Nalawi islands, except perhaps the flora. It's difficult to tell. What trees have been left are waterlogged, petrified mockeries, it's unclear what they may have looked like while this island still lived. The buildings are all very inorganic, made of processed material and with the obvious aid of machinery. Whoever lived here was actually very proficient with machinery, it seems. Within the buildings, some residential and some commercial, can be found the rusted, now-useless remains of a technologically advanced society. Personal belongings can also be found, waterlogged and largely ruined, and all in an upset as if they had gone through frequent and destructive earthquakes. Still, they can tell the story of mundane, day-to-day lives here for anyone who cares to look. Food is going to be a little tricky to come by unless you're a fan of seafood; fishing will be possible for anyone who opts to brave the edge of the storm, and of course there are the bizarre delicacies so thoughtfully raised up from the seafloor, dead among the streets and buildings. Recruits would do well to be careful with those, though. There is a particular kind of seaweed that, while it looks perfectly innocuous, will cause vivid hallucinations an hour after ingesting, for 10 minutes to three hours, depending on how much was ingested. Above all else, though, is the eerie silence. The storm rages on, but although it completely surrounds the island, it keeps to the perimeter. Even the rain stays off of the island, though the sun is obscured by the heavy, ominous clouds. Thunder rumbles now and then, punctuated by lightning flashes, but there isn't a single sound on this gray, dreary, dead island that wasn't made by an ALASTAIR recruit. OOC INFO Recruits will ICly be here for one week, and OOCly the log will last for two. The storm will prevent any travel off of the island. Should anyone feel brave enough to try risking a trip into it, they will find it still possesses that ability to literally sweep recruits off their feet. It might also be due to this mysterious storm that no one on the island can seem to reach out to anyone on the Nalawi islands via jewelry network, nor to any of the NPC recruits they'd met at Oska. Players who signed up for plot slots will be receiving additional information, which we ask they share with the rest of the characters. You may sign up here for information that can be found while exploring the island, as well. Please direct any questions to the OOC write up.

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[trenchdoting]

[He gives an uncertain smile at Papyrus's response.]

Yep, we sure did! That was a great time, huh? [But he perks up more once he sees the offered hand.] Thanks, pal!!

[He grips it tightly!! ...And the skeleton is soon tumbling onto him, and Gumshoe is screaming again, falling onto his back out of fear as Papyrus topples onto him.]

AHHHHHH!!!

[boneafide]

Ahhhh!

[ This is more the "ahh" sound of someone being pulled and falling down, rather than a scream of fear. Still, he lands on Gumshoe, and then rolls off onto the side. ]

W... Wowie, uh, I've never had that happen before! You must weigh a lot more than I expected!

[trenchdoting]

[Gumshoe frowns subconsciously.]

Aw... I guess I have been letting myself go with all that fancy deer food!! [He blinks as he sits himself up and glances towards Papyrus.]

You know, pal, you weigh almost nothing! What's your secret?

[boneafide]

Huh? Oh, I suppose I wouldn't! It helps, not having any skin, or organs. I have plenty of muscle though. Oh yes! I'm practically made of it! That, and bones. Mostly bones though.

[trenchdoting]

...Pal, the way you're talking, it almost sounds like you're an actual skeleton! [He guffaws. Because that can't be true, right...]

[boneafide]

Well, what else would I be! Nyeh heh heh!

[He laughs back. You know. Having a good ol' chuckle.]

[trenchdoting]

Welll... ya know. [He shrugs.] A guy in a really spooky costume?

[boneafide]

Surprise!! I am a skeleton in a really COOL costume!! Ghosts are the spooky ones.

[trenchdoting]

[Gumshoe gives a frightened laugh.]

You're just pulling my leg! ...Right?

[boneafide]

I mean... I could, if you really wanted me to! But I tend not to pull other people's limbs.

[trenchdoting]

[He really thought it was just a really advanced costume all along. Or maybe CGI (don't ask how he thinks CGI works). But now, he leans forward in a daze as he takes a better look at Papyrus. And how... entirely skeletal he seems to be. So then he - oh, he's screaming again.]

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

[boneafide]

[Papyrus, then, screams back. Look, he doesn't know why they're screaming, just that if Gumshoe does it, he's going to do it too. He's still kind of high, okay?]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!