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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Nov 15, 2017 0:39:21 GMT -8
Beach Camp AreaBeach Camp Area of Tailie survivors.Location found in box C3 below: Each box is 3 miles by 3 miles. It takes an hour to walk 3 miles. But also keep in mind that hiking (like that really steep hill to get to higher ground) will take a heck of a lot longer and that if you're running (like from some jungle thing), that you'll get somewhere faster.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Nov 15, 2017 14:27:42 GMT -8
DAY ONE
The turbulence shook the entire plane for several minutes before the plane started to go down. Masks fell from overhead, people panicking but for the tail section, terror grew. The tail section of the plane started to break off and the wind tore people from their seats- the tail section of the plane crashes into the water, survivors swim to shore. Several people dive back in to save those who can't save themselves.
CPR is performed on a young girl; Emma, her life is saved.
10 minutes after the crash, Goodwin rushes out of the jungle calling for help to rescue Bernard from a tree. They rescue him from the tree.
Goodwine builds a signal fire
Bernard asks Eko if found an "African-American Woman" among the bodies, referring to his wife, whom he can't find; Eko tells him no, but he will pray for her and for their rescue.
That night, three of the adults are taken and Eko kills two of the Others with a rock when they try to take him. From that night on, he refuses to speak.
DAY TWO
The tailies discover they are not alone on the Island. As penance for his act of murder, Eko begins a vow of silence and arms himself with a stick. People discuss the best way to avoid kidnap (by the Others) is to set up camp somewhere else. Cindy explains that chances of rescue are poor because the plane was traveling in the wrong direction for 2 hours before crashing.
DAY THREE
The tail-section survivors search desperately for food. Donald is close to being the 4th to die from the badly wounded.
DAY FOUR
TBT
DAY FIVE
Donald dies and is buried on the beach.
DAY SIX
TBT
DAY SEVEN
The tailies catch a chicken. Libby tries conversing with Eko, in vain.
DAY EIGHT
TBT
Fellow Tailies can help fill in the blanks with what their character(s) were doing For the last eight days.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Nov 15, 2017 23:07:49 GMT -8
Day 9
Vivian could still hear the sound of the plane breaking apart. The whistle of air as the section of the plane in front of her broke away, leaving the tail end to plummet downward. Vivian was still clutched onto her seat when the tail end hit the water. She saw the water filling up the compartment, she needed to move. She remembered one of the flight attendants, helping her break free and dragging her away from the wreckage. His head was bleeding and he seemed just as freaked out. As the tail end continued to go further underwater, she feared they would be sucked in after it. When Vivian got her wits about her, she helped pull people from the water. She was practically unscathed and besides being a bit shaken, she was healthy. However, they quickly realized they weren't alone. People had attacked them, people were dying, and Cindy broke the news about how they were of course. It wasn't long before they started to run out of food, not left with much in the first place. Finally just a couple days ago they found a chicken, the first state of real meat she had in days. Coming up on day nine and still no sign of rescue, everyone was on edge. They took shifts, keeping an eye on the jungle for the others, and eyes in the sky for possible rescue.
Vivian sat, staring down at the pictures from her wallet. The familiar faces of her family and friend, the ones she thought about every day since she was ripped from the sky. It had been one of the most traumatic experiences in her entire life, leaving her shaken. She hadn't slept much since the crash, afraid they would come again- The Others. They had already taken most of them, others dead. She had no idea what they wanted but it didn't seem to matter, she was sure they wouldn't make it off this island. Her finger traced the picture of her wife and daughters, Kathy must be beside herself with worry. No doubt the news of flight 815 was all over the news, they had been missing for over a week now. Giving the picture a single kiss, she put it away in her wallet and looked up at the few survivors that were left. Four days ago they lost Donald to his injuries, three others before him and more before that. She wasn't sure why she survived the crash but here she was. She should have been dead, they all should have been...
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Nov 15, 2017 23:59:11 GMT -8
Ray had fended for himself since he was sixteen, practically on his own but this was a new experience. Only once before something like this had happened but they had barely been off the ground. The plane lifted several feet before slamming back down, only a few people were injured. He pictured this scenario a thousand times in his career, asking himself what would happen if the plane crashed from higher up? What if it broke apart midair? 'You'd be dead, Ray, everyone would.' but here they were, alive, barely surviving but alive.
"You okay, Ray?" He looked up to see Cindy standing there, she looked just as worn down as everyone else. He smiled sweetly and patted the spot next to him, she joined him.
"Peachy," When the plane broke apart, Ray had been moving down the aisle. He was making his way to an empty seat to strap in, that is when the tail ripped right off the front end. The tail landed hard, he felt the water rush in and heard people screaming. He helped get as many people free as he could, trying to go over guidelines in his head. He grabbed a person and made his way toward shore, he would have gone in for more if he didn't pass out from blood loss; Ray had hit his head hard and one trip from the tail had exhausted him. He woke up a couple hours later, Cindy pressing something against his head. "How are Emma and Zack doing?"
"Holding together as best as the rest of us, they're going to be okay. Ana-Lucia and Libby are watching over them now."
"Good," Ray was doing his best to hold himself together, each day on this island only made it harder. He was worried about their situation, unsure if they would ever see civilization again.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Jan 6, 2018 20:17:38 GMT -8
Vivian needed to stretch her legs out a little bit, she needed to just move. She couldn't stay here and cry anymore. She had to survive, not for herself but for her friends she made here. These people were all she had right now, she needed to fight for them- be strong for them.
Getting up, she made her way over to Ray and Cindy - "Hey, you two mind a third? I don't want to be alone with my thoughts anymore." She smiled as Cindy tapped a spot next to them, "Thanks."
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Jan 6, 2018 20:21:29 GMT -8
"Hey, you two mind a third? I don't want to be alone with my thoughts anymore. Thanks." Raymond placed a hand on hers and gave it a little squeeze. He wanted to give her some peace of mind but they didn't know they were out here. It was a sad truth they might never get off this island, rescue had no idea where to look.
"We'll be okay, we'll get through this." Okay, maybe a little peace of mind. "No matter what happens, we're in this together- we also got our protectors over there." He motioned to Ana-Lucia and Mr. Eko, "they're handy with weapons."
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Feb 10, 2018 12:23:17 GMT -8
"We'll be okay, we'll get through this." Vivian wasn't sure they would get through this. It seemed like each day only got worse and worse, they couldn't be let off their guard. They had lost so much already, so many were just gone. "No matter what happens, we're in this together- we also got our protectors over there. they're handy with weapons." She did feel safer with them around, especially around Eko. He hadn't done much talking since she first met him, in fact, he hadn't done any talking since that first night.
"They certainly are," Vivian's first island weapon had been a stick carved into a point. She wasn't sure how good it would do her but she slept with it. She always made sure her hand was around it, ready to strike if anyone grabbed her- she warned the others so they would know.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Feb 10, 2018 12:31:42 GMT -8
Ray could see she wasn't really put at ease and he couldn't blame her. All he could do was sit there and give her the comfort of just being. Everyone was scared, even if it was only a little bit. Some were better under pressure and could hold weapons, others were good at cooking, fishing, things like that. "I'm playing with the idea of early retirement after this. Settle down with my hubby and our animals, a life of nothing but dog cuddles and internet surfing for this guy. I never want to see a beach again."
Ray missed everything about civilization- especially Darren.
"I sleep better knowing my husband is safe at home." Ray placed a hand on Vivian's shoulder, "You should too."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 28, 2018 23:44:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Jun 15, 2018 0:35:42 GMT -8
Lillian lay on the beach, her surf board beside dug into the stand standing up right beside her. The sun shined beamed down on her, her wet suit was unzipped and the sleeves tied around her waist. The towel underneath her a faded black and purple bearing the logo of her Mothers band Harpyes. Oversized sunglass covered her face while sunscreen covered the areas her bikini top did not. The beach was silent aside from the lapping of the waves against the shore as they moved in and out in time with her breathing.The peaceful silence turned eerie as the lapping of the waves disappeared and Lillian couldn't even hear the sound of her own breathing. Everything remained silent and still as she sat up, the sea had stopped flowing and not a single breeze stirred the sand. Lillian looked around from where she sat but couldn't notice anything out of place everything was where it should it be only it had stopped.
A piercing scream rang out from what what seemed like everywhere causing her to cover her ears to try dull the volume which was causing pain in her ear drums. She clamped her hands down harder over her ears and bundled her knees into her chest as much as she could. A strong breeze rolled off the ocean and blasted her as the ocean became restless crashing into the shore. Her eyes were tightly closed to the world gone wrong around her. As suddenly as it had all started it stopped, the breeze calmed before dissipating, the waves rolled back into their gently lapping state and the ear piercing scream had stopped. Slowly she opened her eyes and removed her hands from her ears and Lillian began to relax until she felt her body being flung towards the ocean at high speed.
Lillian jolted awake with a loud scream.
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Post by Ariel on Jun 17, 2018 12:30:57 GMT -8
It was as if time around her had frozen. The waiting game had gone on for months without even the slightest morsel of news. And finally, the waiting had paid off. Harley-Rae was still stunned by the words "We've found your biological father," not moving the slightest muscle in the chair she sat, encased by the tiny office space on that sickly hot day in Sydney. The investigator went on about Mr. Craven, his whereabouts, resident and all those details yet it was all white noise to Harley as she was still trying to figure out what to make of it all. How to feel. What to do next. Does she go meet him? Is this whole thing even worth a shot? He's got a wife and daughter, perhaps leaving them to live their life would be best. Yet, Harley-Rae's intuition and actions brought her here for a reason, and she believed in that.
"....Unfortunately Mr. Craven and his representatives are much too busy with the label and touring these days to give us the time of day so it's been next to impossible to reach out to him. However," the investigator reached for a letter sized paper from the file on his desk, "His daughter is going to be in Sydney in a few days for vacation. Her name is Lillian-Rose Craven, your half sister," the paper passed from the investigator and into the fingertips of Harley-Rae, quivering slightly from the overwhelming overload of news. Noticing it was a picture, Harley slowly looked down at it. "Oh my god," Harley studied the girl's face which showed similarities to her own, but their share of overflowing locks of glowing red gave away their biological connection. "Stunning, isn't she?" The investigator leaned back in his chair, feeling proud of himself and the job well done, "She looks just like you. I have the exact dates and location of the beach she will be vacationing at. That is, if you want to meet her?"
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Ten days had passed, and they were still stranded. Not only did they have to make of what little resources that they had left, but they also were struggling to keep their sanity. Who wouldn't, after the plane crashing and watching strangers and acquaintences suffer and succumb to critical injuries? What about all the dead they've had to bury thus far? And as supplies ran low, hope was beginning to lose it's spark within the little camp of survivors. Harley-Rae knew of all this, and felt everyone's frustrations and agony. But she wouldn't give up. And whether this was some sort of insane test the universe had set them all on or a fluke accident, Harley had to keep strong and trust that there was a plan. There had to be.
Sitting cross legged on the shoreline with new found friend Libby, the two of them remained in silence as they had slipped into a meditative practice. Harley-Rae was more than mindful of her intention that she had set for herself, an intention that she had been reminding herself since the day she met Lillian-Rose. Patience. Harley wasn't sure why she was bothered that they weren't all hunky dory just yet, for she should have expected this reaction. But patience is a virtue, and Harley knew she would have to earn her place in Lillian's life, if that's what was wanted on the other side at least. But the fact alone that Lillian allowed Harley to travel back with her to America was enough for Harley to persue her other biological halves. For now though, she would have to remain as is and trust that the stars were at work to align themselves. Patience.
Harley's eyes darted open at the sudden screaming. Harley and Libby both jolted upwards and ran into the camp, only to find the screamig had come from Lillian's shelter. Harley rushed in, fearing she was in some sort of danger. "Lillian!" Harley came face to face with the half sister who was just coming to, "Are you alright?! What happened?!"
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Jun 19, 2018 14:08:53 GMT -8
Ana Lucia dumped another armful of branches onto the sand, preparing to renew the previous night's signal fire. While she had been searching for sticks among the trees, she was also searching for any clues as to who had attacked them that first night on the beach. The two that had attempted to take the large African-American man had failed and paid with their lives, but now he wasn't talking. They wore strange clothes, no shoes, and seemed to leave no trail.
She was already on edge when a woman's scream cut through the sound of waves crashing. When she looked over to locate the source, she saw that Libby and Harley were already running to the aid of the redhead's sister. Ana shook her head and went back to arranging the firewood. If they needed her, they knew where to find her. She knew she needed to stick close to their camp, but she could also find a way to be alone as well.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jun 20, 2018 9:30:24 GMT -8
Derek had been up early in the morning to make use of the time everyone else was still asleep. Not that he would have bothered someone watching him nor to get asked questions about what he was doing anyway, but the metering he was going to do right at the beach, where everyone else was either working to search for a way to get rescued or just making the best out of a desperate situation by simply enjoying the warm breeze and the view of the open sea, might cause unwanted attention in, due to the latest events, already mistrusting people. As for the enjoying thing, so did two of his fellow stranded people right now, not too far away from him, obviously practicing some yoga of sorts. Derek's hand stopped for a moment in his action of setting the last trepan deep into the sand, as his eyes, hidden behind dark glasses, wandered over at the two women and their stretched bodies. No no, this wasn't helpful to keep concentrated on his work. And just as he was about to shake his head and to address himself back to his effort of ascertaining the soil resistivity of this area, a sudden scream made him startle. In the first moment Derek feared an event like the discovering of those two corpses some days ago could repeat, but when he saw the two yoga girls heading for one of the tents he was sure this scream must have been caused by no more than a nightmare.
Derek exhaled one more time before lastly deciding to allow no more distractions to keep him from his work. With all trepans finally set up, he connected the ohmmeter with the four measurement lines, in silent hope that this device won't let him down like so many others that have gotten damaged due to the crash.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Jun 20, 2018 18:11:38 GMT -8
With everyone else injured, in shock, or otherwise trying to cope with their situation, Ana had been relying on Goodwin with his Peace Corps experience to help in defending and securing their position on the beach. So she had to wonder what the tall Greek genius was now up to. She hadn't interacted much with him, or with anyone for that matter, but it didn't take a trained officer to get a quick read on him -- a fast-talking, fast-moving academic who couldn't wait to invite some starstruck student back to his place for a thorough discussion. But maybe he knew something more than he was letting on.
"You working out the measurements for your beachfront condo, Doc?" Ana asked as she walked over, placing her hands on her hips and continuing to observe his actions.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Jun 21, 2018 17:33:35 GMT -8
Ray had spent the morning cleaning some clothes in the ocean. It was one thing he could do around this camp, he wasn't much of a fighter or hunter. He was trying to figure out fishing but he never did get the hang of it but he was still trying his best. As a young boy his dad took him out fishing but it was clear he wasn't meant for it. "Wish I tried a little bit harder as a boy." He said under his breath as he hung up some clothes on a makeshift clothesline.
The screaming caught his attention and he placed the last shirt on the line before making his way a little closer. He saw nothing dangerous and guessed that it was just a nightmare of some kind. Libby and Harley were already on it and he felt confident they had in under control.
"Afternoon," Ray smiled as he neared Ana Lucia and Derek.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jun 22, 2018 9:03:31 GMT -8
"You working out the measurements for your beachfront condo, Doc?"
And that's done it. The most distrusting person of them all had taken notice of his work. But what was so reprehensible anyway to make the best of their situation by doing a little bit of research? Nothing in his eyes.
"Ah well, I wondered when the beach police would question me.", Derek stated with a smile, as he turned around to face the tanned woman, sizing her up for a little moment behind dark glasses. And Hola! This police officer was allowed to question him all day long. Derek had, of course, no idea this woman actually was a police officer, but her attitude towards everybody else just had made this his first guess.
"I mean, look", he went on talking before the woman in front of him could have interjected with anything, slowly rising from his crouching positioning to draw his full attention to her. "Since we're all stranded here on Treasure Island, everyone doing what they're might be used to do, be it hunting, doing yoga or questioning people.", with the last Derek gestured at his conversational partner in kind of a bouncy movement. "I'm simply doing it the same way. We're all still doing our job, aren't we?" It was only a second later when Derek thought it might not have been wise to talk to her like this. He wasn't exactly overanxious to get on her list of suspects, as he had nothing to do with those cases of murder. Tragically, beyond question.
"Afternoon,", suddenly another guy approached them and greeted with a smile, getting no more than a casual wave of Derek's hand at that, while he started to address himself back to his work.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Jun 22, 2018 23:43:58 GMT -8
"Afternoon."
"Hey," Ana replied with an acknowledging nod. She knew Ray and Cindy were no longer in uniform, so to speak, but they had both made an effort to keep everyone calm and their spirits lifted as one day dragged into the next. She guessed that was the company code. Or a way to cover their butts when the civil suits began to hit after being rescued.
"I mean, look ... I'm simply doing it the same way. We're all still doing our job, aren't we?"
Ana stood there and listened as the professor rattled on, her expression neutral. He may have been joking about the beach police but if she did choose to actually question him, he would know it. "Yeah, Ray here's still rolling his cart up and down the aisles, taking our drink orders. Can I get a shot of tequila?" she asked him, a slight smile following the inquiry so he would know she was joking. She turned her attention back to Derek. "So what's your job?"
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Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Jun 23, 2018 2:14:56 GMT -8
Lillian buried her face in her hands before wiping away the sweat that had covered her face.
"Are you alright?! What happened?!"
Harley had rushed in to check on her.
"Just a dream, it was just a dream." she told herself more than Harley. They had only known each other for a short time and things while not exactly smooth between the two were going better than expected. Once the shock had gone and the fact that she had a sister sunk in it was easier in the get to know her part. When she called home after that first meeting with Harley to talk to her Mother both agreed it was entirely possible as her well now its their Father did have trouble keeping it in his pants, here was also all the similarities in appearance they shared. Alas a semi deserted island where you repeatedly attacked isn't the best setting to get to know people, or is it? Lillian-Rose had no idea, she was tired, exhausted and most of sick of being on the receiving end she wanted to get out there and kick some ass.
"Sorry to have scared you."
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Post by Ariel on Jun 24, 2018 20:27:42 GMT -8
"Just a dream, it was just a dream," "Sorry to have scared you,"
Harley's grin sported some relief as shook her head, "No worries, I'm just glad you're okay." Harley felt bad, as whatever had spooked Lillian must have been terrifyingly realistic to have woken up in a frantic state. There was a brief moment of silence between them, with the crashing of the nearby waves being hears of in the near distance. She wanted to tell her that everything was okay, that it was only a dream. But in this moment of time, the best Harley could offer Lillian was her company for nothing was worse than bring about one after a nightmare.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Jun 26, 2018 6:15:43 GMT -8
Vivian had been lost in her own thoughts when she heard the scream. It snapped her back to attention and she quickly made her way over to check on the commotion. When she reached the shelter she could see that everything was under control. "Everything okay?" She could see that Lillian was still gathering herself, she kept her distance but knelt down in the sand to keep herself level. "I'm here as a friend, not as a doctor- I promise." Vivian gave her another smile, she didn't want to bother her. She knew not everyone was comfortable with her asking any questions. Always afraid she was going to analyze them but she had no intention of doing that. She knew what it was like to be bombarded with questions during a vulnerable time and she wasn't a fan of it herself.
Everyone shared some basic information about each other over the last nine and a half days. So, when people found out about her being a therapist they kind of closed off. She promised she would keep her "psycho-babble" to herself and only use her powers for good and not evil.
"Bad dream?" Vivian also had horrible dreams, she hid them but she was sure others heard her whimpering at night. "Me too."
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Jun 26, 2018 6:21:14 GMT -8
"Hey," Ray smiled at the acknowledgment from both Ana Lucia and Derek. He listened as Derek went on, rather amused at his boldness and let out a tiny chuckle. Which turned into a huge smile as Ana Lucia ordered herself a drink. "Yeah, Ray here's still rolling his cart up and down the aisles, taking our drink orders. Can I get a shot of tequila?"
"Oh sorry, sweetie, seems were are fresh out. How about some exotic water from the jungle, it's on special?" He winked.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 3, 2018 10:20:37 GMT -8
"Yeah, Ray here's still rolling his cart up and down the aisles, taking our drink orders. Can I get a shot of tequila?"
It suddenly happened that a charming smirk appeared on Derek's lips, while with one part of his attention listening to Ana's words and with the other throwing a look over at Ray. How long ago had it been that he enjoyed a shot of tequila together with some lovely company? At this thought, his eyes wandered back at the female of his conversational partners, his scanning eyes still hidden behind dark glasses. Such a shame they not really had someone rolling a cart up with some shots. But then again, bad idea in the first place. No no, this had been long ago and he had work to do. This anyway had been a thought of mere hypothetical nature.
"Oh sorry, sweetie, seems were are fresh out. How about some exotic water from the jungle, it's on special?"
"With legionella inclusive, mmh.", Derek interposed with the pretended expression of someone who just imagined the most delicious thing on earth and closed with another smirk.
"So what's your job?", suddenly Ana addressed him again.
Derek turned his attention back to her, peeking over the top of his glasses before he finally raised completely from his sitting position. "Actually good you're asking.", he started with a casual smile towards her while putting the ohmmeter aside, noticing this was unfortunately yet another device not working anymore. But instead of simply giving in, Derek started to scour the bag right next to him for another possibility to finish his work. For a moment he even seemed to almost have forgotten that Ana was still standing there, waiting for an answer. "You, uh, do not randomly carry a loop impedance meter with you, or do you?", he slowly asked while rummaging through his stuff; of course in the knowledge that she wouldn't have indeed, let alone wouldn't be able to recognize this kind of instrument even when it lay right in front of her.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Jul 4, 2018 23:43:10 GMT -8
"Oh sorry, sweetie, seems we are fresh out. How about some exotic water from the jungle, it's on special?"
"Thanks, I'm good," she replied. Glad that he was being cheerfully accommodating but not wishing to waste scarce resources on herself at the moment.
"Actually good you're asking. You, uh, do not randomly carry a loop impedance meter with you, or do you?"
A what now? Ana considered asking for an explanation but feared that might start another manic monologue. So instead she opted for sarcasm. "Of course," she claimed, stuffing her hands into her jean pockets with a nonchalant shrug. "But they made me check it, so...." A nod of her head indicated toward the ocean waves. "You might have to swim for it. You got anything else in that bag that might actually help us here?" she requested.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Jul 5, 2018 6:26:39 GMT -8
"With legionella inclusive, mmh." Ray liked to think he was great at word games but legionella made no sense in his brain. He guessed maybe it was some kind of disease.
"Thanks, I'm good,"
"Don't worry, we have with and without legionella. We're a very exclusive airline,"
"So what's your job?" That was a very good question, everyone needed to have something to do.
"Actually good you're asking. You, uh, do not randomly carry a loop impedance meter with you, or do you?"
"Of course, but they made me check it, so... You might have to swim for it. You got anything else in that bag that might actually help us here?"
"My husband is an interior designer, he's worked with all kind of people. Isn't that something to do with electrical outlets or something?"
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Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Jul 6, 2018 1:15:52 GMT -8
"No worries, I'm just glad you're okay." "Bad dream?""Me too."
Lillian let out a sigh and stood up.
"Stupid dreams, I miss the days when my dreams were nothing more than my stuffed animals and I dancing around to The Shoop Shoop It's In His Kiss song."
Lillian stretched her arms as she walked toward Harley and Vivian, a room on a beach filled with redheads, sure was pretty sure this was how most guys wet dreams started.
"You ladies got any plans for the day? Getting your nails done maybe?"
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Post by Ariel on Jul 8, 2018 23:04:32 GMT -8
"You ladies got any plans for the day? Getting your nails done maybe?"
"As tempting as that sounds, I was just about to go scout out some fruit for breakfast. You girls can come with, if you're not already busy ?" Harley addressed the question to both Lillian and Vivian. With all the weird instances happening around them since the crash, Harley thought it would be safer to extend the invitation so she wouldn't have to go alone.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Jul 10, 2018 5:57:15 GMT -8
"Stupid dreams, I miss the days when my dreams were nothing more than my stuffed animals and I dancing around to The Shoop Shoop It's In His Kiss song." Vivian smirked.
"My brain instantly went to Salt n' Pepa shoop, I just aged myself." She stood up when Lillian did and smiled.
"You ladies got any plans for the day? Getting your nails done maybe?"
"As tempting as that sounds, I was just about to go scout out some fruit for breakfast. You girls can come with, if you're not already busy?" Vivian looked down at her nails and sighed, she was certainly in a need for a mani.
"My nail appointment was canceled, so, I'm up for some fruit collecting." Vivian had done a lot of sulking since the crash, it was time she gave a little more help. If she wanted to make it out of this and get back to her family, she needed to survive.
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The Jester Of Tortuga
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Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Jul 11, 2018 23:58:24 GMT -8
"As tempting as that sounds, I was just about to go scout out some fruit for breakfast. You girls can come with, if you're not already busy?"
"My nail appointment was canceled, so, I'm up for some fruit collecting."
Phew, part of Lillian was glad that Vivian would be tagging along. She was at a weird crossroads where she did truly want to get to know Harley better yet the thought of being all alone in the jungle with her scared the crap out of her more than anything else in the that jungle did.
"Fruit collecting it is! Is it bad that saying that makes me feel like I'm living with The Waltons?"
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Ariel
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- Scorpius Malfoy
- Shane Hudson
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- Nebula
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Ready Player One RPG:
- Emmett Rodgers
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X-Men RPG:
- Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver
- Vye Davidson/Ripple
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Lost RPG:
- Bennett "Rom" Friendly
- Harley-Rae Stone
- Jack Shephard
- Linda Pace
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Once Upon a Time RPG:
- Dracula/Vladimir Lee
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The Walking Dead RPG:
- Enid Snow
- Hazel Valentino
- Ingrid Snow
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Post by Ariel on Jul 12, 2018 22:15:12 GMT -8
"Fruit collecting it is! Is it bad that saying that makes me feel like I'm living with The Waltons?"
"Give me a cheesy opening theme and a storyline where we learn a valuable lesson at the end and it'll be the real deal," Harley grabbed am empty backpack which she thought would do just the trick for holding their harvested goodies and swung it over her shoulder, "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go grab the grub," Harley lead the way as the pack of redheads headed into the jungle outskirts of the camp.
*** Harley, Lillian and Vivian exit to Tailies jungle outskirts ***
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 14, 2018 14:36:53 GMT -8
"Of course," Derek had to smirk once again when she started to stuff her hands into the pockets of her jeans. He liked women with some sense of humor. But he really shouldn't start liking women here too much. "You might have to swim for it. You got anything else in that bag that might actually help us here?"
"That depends on what you're going to do.", Derek responded, about to add something more, when suddenly the guy, still standing right next to them and actually almost got blanked out, spoke up again.
"My husband is an interior designer, he's worked with all kind of people. Isn't that something to do with electrical outlets or something?"
"Well, yeah. That's half correct.", he answered a little bit surprised and somehow regaled by the fact that someone had at least the slightest idea what he was talking about. Suddenly his attention seemed to have completely turned from one to another. "Actually with circuits in general, not only with electrical outlets."
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