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[asimplemistake]

Things that would be cool right now:

An IV of tea

paracetemol for the worst headache ever

new clothes

At least the river means being able to wash and drink, but it's doing nothing to cure the other two. Working on a cure for her headache, Mari's retired to the beach with her pack of cards. In the shade from a palm, she deals herself out a hand of solitaire and starts playing. With almost every move she makes though, she glances up to look out over the ocean.

Still no help?

"What is this, the Bermuda triangle?"

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Annie led her to base camp. After a few gulps of water, Marnie went back to the beach. They need to keep looking for washed up supplies. They need to bury their dead as well. How horrible it would be to let the bodies just rot there... She hugs herself as she scans the horizon line, then hears someone speak up. A girl.

"Hello?" she murmurs, scrunching her eyebrows together when she notices Mari's playing cards with herself. Cards. She has about a hundred games on her laptop, which most certainly hasn't survived the crash, but the cards are still readable from several feet away. "Do you mind if I-" Marnie bows her head, her stiff, salty curls swinging into her face. "Mind if I join you?"

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Mari glances up from her game, pushing her hair out of her face. Sleepy eyed, she examines the other girl for a few moments before nodding. "Go ahead."

Sweeping up the cards, she shuffles them lethargically, trying to recall two person games. "Another survivor? There's getting to be more and more of us, aren't there?"

Leaning back, she holds up a sand-covered hand to shake. "I'm Mari, nice to meet you."

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Marnie bows her head and sits down awkwardly. Her skirt wasn't designed as beachwear and the water's made it heavy and stiff. Thankfully, the island is camera-free so far. "Cheers," she murmurs, focused on the cards rather than the other girl.

"Or a very solid ghost," Marnie replies, then purses her lips together. No one in her family has a healthy sense of humor, but Marine at least has some hindsight. "No, it's quite a good thing. I've come across three, present company excluded."

She takes her hand and gives it a brief, weak-wristed shake. "Marnie, hello, likewise." It's easy to force a smile, though she quickly lets it fade. It's equally easy to feign concern she doesn't yet feel. "How are you coping?"

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Mari regards her with a sleepy eyed half smile, cocking her head to one side. If nothing else, it's good to see people have kept their sense of humour. It's debatable how long it'll last. She's betting that within about a week they'll all want to kill each other.

"Coping?" Mari thinks about it for a little while, looking down at her cards. She's been trying her best not to think about anything, that's how she's been coping. "I don't want to talk about coping," she says finally, after mining her brain. "I'm doing alright at the moment. That's all I want to focus on. How are you feeling?"

Three is a good number, an encouraging number. Mari rubs her shoulder and stares at the deck of cards before looking back up at the other girl. "You're English?"