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| Event | Jun 23 2017, 01:48 PM Post #1 |
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Ouch. Pretty horrible shipwreck, wasn't it? The transition from wedding guest to castaway was a rough one indeed. Maybe if you'd listened carefully before your naps, you would have heard a different spell starting to be uttered... Did it contribute to the crash? Who can say? Unfortunately, only scattered bits and pieces of your belongings wound up washing up on shore with you. And some things... some things might have already been there. Such was the case with what Daniella and Irene discovered, should they have bothered to look around where they landed. And there... amidst stray pieces of clothing (and was that an arm?), there were two glass bottles among the wreckage. Had they belonged to someone on the ship, or did someone on the island just attempt to send them? Again, who can say? Maybe you can. If you pick it up. If you can read yours. Some sea water seems to have gotten inside the glass; let's hope there's no water damage. |
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| Llian Eppes | Jun 23 2017, 04:24 PM Post #2 |
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Llian had always been a good swimmer, and when they'd found a good amount of the lifeboats damaged, he'd immediately just started helping others into the boat instead. If there was land nearby, he could swim there. And if there wasn't? Well, he'd figure it out if it came to that. As it turned out, there was land nearby. The water got shallower as he approached a small beach, and the combination of his wet clothes and immediately leaving the relative weightlessness of the water, his legs felt heavier than they had in ages as he stumbled onto the sand, breathing harshly and looking around. A few stray belongings were washing up on the shore nearby. Some people too. At least there were survivors. |
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| Sienna West | Jun 23 2017, 10:55 PM Post #3 |
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Lady of Temptation
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There had been no lifeboats left. Collapsing onto the sand and choking out water, Sienna had used the now-ruined silk bed sheet as a makeshift sling to wrap around velvet and cloth, protecting the violin and bow, then slinging the wrap on her back. That hadn't stopped her from obsessively checking it as she swam through black waves over crags and rocks. Petite as she was, she had the feeling Pandora was obsessively checking her as well, worried she would be pulled down to a watery grave as with so many of the sailors. She was cold, she was horrified she was exhausted, she was choking on chapped lips and chattering teeth - but what the woman was above all, was furious. The anger only grew when she recognized there was something cut into her lover's leg, as Pandora was a few yards from her. That was something to focus on, though, apart from the fact they were stranded and the overhead moon was doing nothing to warm her up. "Dora, what..." Sienna murmured, brushing her hand over the mark, and then leaning down to kiss it. Salt and sand stuck to her tongue. "Does that hurt?" Hearing her name called out, she let out a sigh of relief when she saw Eliza stumbling over dunes and rocks, running at her flat out. |
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| Daniella Faye | Jun 23 2017, 11:28 PM Post #4 |
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Befana
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By the time she was ashore, Daniella was wishing desperately for nothing more than a tall, cool glass of actual water, and a pillow. There was none to be found, of course, but she was eyeing nearby seaweed, soft-coral and digging through a box of their ruined clothes. She looked up in time to see - with no small amount of amazement - a legitimate pillow, already in use by Witch, who was curled up, asleep, and had evidently been carried from the broken ship all the way to the beach without waking up. "Takes a special kind of cat that can manage that." Her sister's voice had only just finished speaking when Daniella threw her arms around her, wrapping Lila in a tight hug and earning a wince and 'oomph.' They were both sticky, still wet - though the storm had finally died off out here, even if - strangely - it still seemed to be raging on the wreckage of the ship. Tears were still sparkling in Lila's eyes, and Daniella found herself rubbing them away, cleaning her cheeks and then pulling her right back into a hug. These embraces, by the way, had awoken Witch at last; the cat was now mewling around her feet. "...What's that you've found there?" Daniella asked, leaning down in curiosity. |
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| Lila Faye | Jun 23 2017, 11:33 PM Post #5 |
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Manic Pixie Dream Girl
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"Is that an arrow head?" Lila asked, rubbing her own cheek and grateful her sister had not mentioned the tears. It was a scientific, chemical process, Lila could argue with anyone, but no-one was looking twice at her. She was surrounded by the shaken, shivering, wretched survivors, watching reunions of families, of friends, of loved ones. Then there was her sister, kneeling in the sand as if she was to make a sand-castle and somehow still looking goddamn gorgeous in a gown that had become skin-tight and see-through, her hair braided loosely with a ribbon that was half out. "And have you seen-" |
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| Devin Stuart | Jun 23 2017, 11:41 PM Post #6 |
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Frosty
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"Is it going to be shameless if I admit I hope you're about to ask after me?" Devin asked, sheepish, carrying what looked like a ripped hammock around his shoulders. He was halfway through plans to make a rig, although Alysa was using one as a make-shift bed for the injured as well when - to his pleasant surprise - Lila afforded him the best distraction she could have mustered. In her glee of finding him alive and - not well - on the beach, Lila took his shoulders square, turned him in front of her, and met her mouth to his. At first, he honestly didn't know what to do. His mind was on the numerous studies he had read when trying to understand the general process of dating and on the chemical reactions some people had after suffering a traumatic event. Then his mind was on the feel of her mouth, curved and chapped and warm, somehow, so warm against his own. Then just as suddenly she pulled back, looking astonished at herself. Devin grinned, trying to put her at ease as he admitted, "Was wondering if you were ever going to. I need help though, I'm going to try to build a makeshift camp - we need to get off this islet, go to one of those islands as soon as we have stock of how many survivors there are in fact. Daniella--" Only she had spied her cousin and ex and was very clearly no longer listening to him. Lila, gripping a scroll she must have forgotten about in her hand, shrugged at him. Her hand was touching where he had kissed, no matter how practical her words. |
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| Olivier D'Grey | Jun 24 2017, 12:07 AM Post #7 |
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Ebenezer Scrooge
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"I know this is not the moment," Olivier murmured tiredly in Helena's ear. "But you've been amazing." They were sitting, planning on the shore, barely blocked from the wind behind a palm. The sea was still black around them, the stars high in the sky and as many of them were discovering: there was no shelter. Only two of the commoner sailors - meaning non-magical- had not perished. And his ship was gone. Numb to the pain of that loss for now, he still managed a brief conversation with the inner-voice of Tonio teasing him about it, trying to (inappropriately) cheer him up. Goddess, Tonio. Where were they? How had they possibly gotten that far off track? How could they send any message if their magic was all down? The only thing he could think for certain was that if they were stranded too long, the entire royal navy would be out looking for him with his brother and mother trying to figure out how they could each captain every single ship. And that was before you factored in the king and queen and their beloved daughter, who he was holding tighter. Just for now, just a bit of peace before they inevitably redoubled their efforts to make an actual shelter on the nearest island. "I know you're about to yell-" Olivier offered, tired, to Daniella as she approached with her sister trailing behind, "But I do not know what happened, and blaming me, when you know as well as anyone why I would never sabotage my ship, is only going to get us off track, don't you think?" "You were steering." Her words were blunt, as she looked up and down the beach, "And I also know more than most how much you wouldn't let anyone else steer." Olivier looked at her with an eyebrow arch as if to remind her of the time she had steered his ship. But he let it pass without a comment, well aware that before long most of the people on this beach would be catching their breath and finding him with a similar thought. He squeezed Helena's shoulder in reassurance that he was not offended, and let her cool down as he looked up and down the beach. A smile crossed his lips as he saw Eliza slamming into Sienna in a tight hug, and the twins, evidently helping their sister look for someone who 'bleeding went back for his bloody bow and arrow.' The stowaways were only a few feet from them, looking numb but unharmed; honestly, it looked to him like the girl, Blair, was starting to fall asleep on her brother's shoulder. Carina did that sometimes. A little further on he saw Alysa was tending to Rick - with what he honestly thought was just a flask of alcohol and he found himself wishing he still had some too. Actually, that wasn't what he wanted - but he wasn't going there. Water would be fine. The thought of what he must look like chased the smile from his face and he shuddered. His hair was already stuck to his neck and no doubt stuck up at strange angles. Disentangling himself, he let Daniella help him up in spite of himself and told her plainly, "We need to go to another beach - we need shelter, or that sun is going to kill us in the morning. The rest I have no doubt we can squabble about later - including whatever scraps of paper you two are holding there." "...Mine's a message in a bottle," Daniella said, reluctant to agree with him on something no doubt, "But some crucial words are missing. I'll have to read this when I can....really think which, we do need sleep, and for that we need some modicum of comfort as well as body-heat for warmth." Olivier smirked, looking at Helena. "Lead the way, Princess. And then...maybe later we can talk about a memorial for this tragedy." The only trouble was first they had to live through it. Edited by Daniella Faye, Jun 24 2017, 11:37 AM.
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| Mitchell Stone | Jun 24 2017, 07:49 AM Post #8 |
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Jack Skellington
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"I'm fine," Mitchell insisted to Leah once he got to shore, bow and quiver slung across his back now back to their normal size. The lack of magic had transformed them again, and while he had lost a lot of arrows, he could make more. He'd also grabbed some rope and put it in his rucksack which he now tossed on the sand, along with a harpoon. The hatchet he kept on his person. As the ship sank, Mitchell grabbed what he could reach before getting out of there. He hugged Leah first. "Thank you," he muttered in her ear. He would have jumped over the side and met his fate like the rest of the shipworkers if it hadn't been for her. Then he made his way to Alec and Blair, crouching down to make sure they were alright. Apart from some tattoos made of crystal on their bodies, they were otherwise untouched, just shaken. Mitchell's anger began to flare. He glanced at the 'captain' and contemplated calling him out. It wouldn't be right now. There were other things to take care of first. Shelter and a fire. The sun was already set, most of them were soaked. On an exposed beach, they wouldn't last long without a fire, and he could see several others were trying to make a shelter out of the remains of the ship. They wouldn't be able to make one big enough for everyone here without magic. Fire it was. He looked around, spotted Julio and Evan, and whistled. "Oi, Roswells, would you kindly help me gather things for a fire? Dry leaves, shipwreck." Julio didn't need much instruction, he'd grown up a commoner long before joining the nobility, but he didn't think Evan had ever made a fire in his life. Great, stranded with a group of selfish, noble bastards, most of them utterly useless without magic who had never struggled to keep warm or for food in their life. Mitchell would be laughing if he weren't so angry. |
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| Angela Young | Jun 24 2017, 08:39 AM Post #9 |
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The Corrupter
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Angela was using her own, now dry but sandy, dress as a blanket. The sun was rising and the fire they had managed to build for the night was long out. Palm trees and sea flotsam didn't make for good firewood. And despite all the day's previous events, Jane didn't look more affronted than when Mitchell told her to use the pages of her books to keep the fire going. that Now that the sun was rising though, their concern was no longer the cold wind of the beach, it would be of the lack of shade and the unforgiving sun. Angela was looking at the message, now out of the bottle, once more. The paper was wrinkled, the ink faded. This message was old. Was it still relevant? She would have preferred to be looking at the portion of the map, maps were always relevant no matter how old they were, but it was Irene who had stumbled upon it, and she was trying to distract herself from the misery by looking at it as well. Angela also needed distraction. Their thoughts were too loud in her head, she needed a distraction. She read it again. The world as you know it is unsafe. Angela giggled again. The irony never stopped being so truthful and therefore the first sentence never stopped being so funny. She needed a reason to laugh. Being shipwrecked was never fun. I am aware that at this point, we believe that our destiny is paramount. That may not come to pass if you do not find me. Odd that a person was writing in hopes of not being found. Messages in a bottle were a cry for help, a last resort, one shot in a million. If they had specific and intended recipients, they rarely reached them. Many are searching for the island of At...is. The water damage partially erased the word...Atlantis? I have found it, and there is a treasure here that could grant the one who wields it enough control or .... the seas. Command, likely. But what kind of treasure gave someone command of the seas? Would this allow them to go home? Make sure that person is you. You, who? The message was addressed to someone, but the name was also smudged out. And more importantly, who were they supposed to keep it from? The ..... is the key, but it is protected. ... ... would be able to find it. Angela giggled here again. Just their luck. Couldn't have the water smudged out any other words? I have not yet found it, but I have explained as much as I am able,- Not as much as you hoped, sugar, Angela thought with a smirk. -and the most likely locations are the palace or the springs. There are temples at the springs, but there should be another I have yet to locate. Well, Angela thought, she knew what she would be doing today. She just needed to find people to go with her. Angela first tried to bother Julio. He was lying down next to Nadia, still asleep. She poked him, trying to wake him up but he pushed her away with an unintelligible murmur. Angela crawled away from him after a retaliatory kick and then reached Rhea and Ophelia. She poked Rhea now. "Rhea," Angela whispered, "let's go on an adventure." |
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| Helena Faye | Jun 24 2017, 09:58 AM Post #10 |
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The Damsel
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Harold, John, Fat John, Roger, Hugh, Billy, Gideon, Austin, Edmund, Edd, Eddie, Henry, Frank, Michael, James, Turner, Robert, Cuthbert, Henry, Harry, Bryan, Phil, Bart, Reggie, Archie, Greg, Allan, Isaac, Adam, Guy. Helena repeated the names of the crew in her head. The moment Olivier had hired them, Helena learned their names, spent time with them, got to know them as far as they would allow her. Some were more gracious and forthcoming than others. All of them were very lovely people. As bawdy and crude as most sailors with a mouth to match but Helena appreciated it. Their records of employment and contracts where on their ship, but Olivier had told her that he had another copy of it in his study back home. She would use those to visit their families and compensate them, express her deepest condolences and sympathies. Helena knew nothing would ever fill the hole of that loss again. Her clothes were all gone. Her wedding gown and wedding tiara that had been in the family for generations, gone. All their supplies, their food, their water, gone. The shock hadn't yet worn off, otherwise she would have cried over their situation already. There was no time for it. People were waking, people were already leaving. Helena stood, her remaining tiara still affixed on her head. She stood atop a nearby rock for added height (it wasn't very much, but it did the trick). "Listen up, everybody! We need to find fresh water, shelter, and firewood first. DO NOT travel by yourselves." She hated the idea of splitting up in general, actually. But they would cover more ground on these three nearby islands if they did. "Don't go too far inland, you'll get lost," Helena looked up at the sky, "if you do get lost, this islet is east. Assign a navigator in your groups, those who have experience traveling and traversing nature- Derek, Angela, Leah, Llian for example." She even said Llian's name without rolling her eyes. Him shirking his duties as head of his house would actually serve for something. "Let's meet back here with anything we've found, and information about the most liable place to make camp, at noon, when the sun is directly above us. Again, DO NOT wander. And do not despair. We are intelligent, resourceful people. We will get through this if we stick together." Edited by Helena Faye, Jun 24 2017, 10:01 AM.
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