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[bricolaging]

This...is not good.

Alfred is almost certain he's in some sort of shock as he sits up and feels sand beneath his fingers. What happened? The plane crashed, he somehow managed to fail to die, then obviously there was some space in time that his memories are refusing to fill in- then...what, exactly?

Then the shore, apparently.

At least his carry-on is still with him, he notices blearily. It's clasped so tight in his left hand it feels odd to loosen his grip. Shaking the last bits of unconsciousness off he stands cautiously, trying to check to see if anything's broken. When his body seems fine he wades out into the water, wondering what he should do. Call for help? Check for rescuers? Swim out to the plane to help any trapped survivors? His insides shiver at that last part. The thought of swimming out to a plane full of bodies to rescue anyone trapped inside in an air bubble or whatever only to be trapped inside himself with all the bloated cadavers makes him want to retch.If anyone's still alive and trapped inside- well. They'd probably die before he found them anyway. He can't even see the plane any more; not from here.

What he can see, drawn towards the shore on a current, is a small but recognisable green first aid package. He intercepts it and wades back to the shoreline, hooking his carry-on as he does so.

"Hello?" Perhaps he's not the only one here. Hopefully he's not the only one here. God, he does not have the mental strength of Tom Hanks. It'll take more than a volleyball with a face painted on it to keep him sane. "Please tell me I'm not the only one to survive. Hello? I really wouldn't be able to forgive any of you if you all buggered off and died on the plane."

He's doing his best to keep his voice calm, but a few notes of panic still shine through.

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[brightlywound]

She sputters into the sand, water working its way out of her lungs. Slowly, she inches one leg forward, then the other, pushing her soaked body towards the treeline. Her skin is raw and red where it's been exposed, but that's certainly better than blue. The last thing she remembers is trying to rouse someone into swimming only to find that the back of their head was caved in.

It's like something out of one of her movies. Marnie pushes the hair from her face and untangles herself from her laptop case. Things like this don't simply happen. How can something so unlikely come about by chance? She glugs up more water as she finally gets to her feet. The heels are kicked off without a thought as she scans the shore. Debris dots the sand, a sign that this is real or that her imagination is much better than she ever thought. A briefcase, half-buried in sand, draws her attention.

"Annie!" she screams. Where's Annie? "Alex!"

All at once, reality hits her. She's alone in an unfamiliar place, possibly injured, possibly without food and drinkable water. Marnie grits her teeth, tears welling already. "Annie!"

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[allbarkandnobite]

There's no time to consider anything beyond survival when escaping a plane wreck. Kaoru's mind was focused on swimming in the direction of land and hoping against hope that it was both real and inhabited by people that could help.

It is real. Kaoru walks once he reaches the shore, finding some pocket of willpower that disdained crawling onto the beach like some half-starved waif. His head may still pound, that swim may have been the only thing more terrifying than the fact their plan crashed onto open ocean and he didn't know how close they were either to LA or to Australia, and in retrospect was far more terrifying than the plane crash/ocean landing because of the nature of Australian fauna...

"This week hasn't been bad enough already?" he shouts, glaring at the sky. God was always a questionable concept to Kaoru, but it wasn't like he had anyone else to yell at or blame for this entire mess. "You had to crash the plane on top of everything else? Really?"

It's not the most inspired speech, but his head hurts. He looks across, instead of up, and notices how utterly blank the horizon looks.

Kaoru turns and looks behind him. Palm trees, tropical flora. It could be any of the tropical ecological zones.

No civilization. No sounds but the other people crawling out of the ocean, looking bedraggled.

He crumples as the reality of what happen sinks in, landing on his knees in the soft sand. The ocean-water laps at his knees as he stares out at the horizon again.

Stop worrying, I'll call when I get there. I promise.

Naoki was going to kill him.

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[waniandmoon]

Vincent is stumbling uselessly through the foliage, his carry-on still hanging from his shoulder, his damp wool jacket slung over the top of it. He's trying not to think too hard, too long about the situation, which is unusual and unfamiliar and distracts him from considering more practical things like marking his path as he fights his way through the greenery. He just needs some sort of makeshift shelter, some fresh water, and he'll be fine until rescue comes. Right? That's how it works, isn't it?

He hasn't seen anyone else yet, since leaving the plane, and he tries not to think too hard about that.

Instead he continues to walk, ignoring the heat and the mounting sense of despair in the back of his mind.

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[disingenuous]

The ocean dropped her off on the island more than she swam to it as she wakes, still half-immersed in the ocean. Her eyes open in alarm, and salt water fills her mouth when it forms a shocked 'o'.

All Adelle remembers right before the crash is reaching for her purse and carry-on, clutching them to her chest like she would stuffed animals. Her eyes were wide and terrified as she looked at Valentin, and the rest was a blur.

She quickly pats herself, affirming that she's still alive, that she didn't drown. She looks around, grateful that her purse and carry-on managed to come with the same wave she did. It's then that it fully hits her, as she looks beyond her belongings to the rest of the island, just where she is and what happened.

"Valentin?" she calls out feebly at first. "Valentin?" Louder that time. She scrabbles up off the ground and looks around wildly, spinning, her head turning left and right. "Valentin! Where are you!"

Her breaths come quicker as fear creeps up her chest. "Valentin!" Her shout is desperate.