A shadowy figure detatches from the shade of a palm tree.
Indeed. Not good at all...
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!A sleeping young man washes ashore on a raft, the raft promptly falls apart and he's plunged into the cold water, "Gah!" He turns around a few times, "Where am I?"
edited 10th Jul '15 10:56:58 PM by GhostElm
"I'm as free as the dust in the solar wind."The dazed young man on the beach, witnessing the other man take an unexpected bath in the water, stands up, going to assist him. "Hey, are you alright?" He asks, extending a hand to help him up.
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.The shadowy figure is slightly miffed at being ignored and takes the oppurtunity to hoard as many coconuts as possible.
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!The formerly sleeping man takes the offered hand and pulls himself up. He smiles, shyly, "Thanks for that... I'm Chris, by the way."
"I'm as free as the dust in the solar wind."(Sorry, I didn't think he was talking to me. I apologize.)
"Oh, sure. No problem. I'm Greg. Nice to meet you." Greg says to Chris.
Hearing movement behind him, he spots the shadowy figure. "Um...what's that...?" He asks no one in particular, but loud enough for the figure to probably hear him.
edited 10th Jul '15 11:17:27 PM by BaronGreen
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.Yes, hello. Have you any idea what this place is? One minute I'm being all shadowy and mysterious, next I'm on Gilligans Island, with an evil scheme to hoard all the coconuts...
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!"Nice to meet you too," Chris says, distracted by the newcomer with the "evil" scheme.
edited 10th Jul '15 11:20:41 PM by GhostElm
"I'm as free as the dust in the solar wind."It's quite ingenious. Soon, all the coconuts will be mine. That means I will be able to charge however many bananas I want for a single coconut.
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!"I don't see any shopping centers around, so we could easily have no quick way to crack said coconuts..."
"I'm as free as the dust in the solar wind."Um...
The shadowy figure begins searching through the debris of the destroyed raft for an axe, with which to crack his hoard of coconuts.
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!"Pretty sure that thing was just a bunch of logs tied together with kelp, but if you find something of value, let us know..."
"I'm as free as the dust in the solar wind."Oh, this was a fool's errand anyways.
The shadowy figure finds a stone to sit and pout on.
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!"We could always look around for a sharp rock or something..."
"I'm as free as the dust in the solar wind."We could; but now that I have had some time to think, we should secure some manner of shelter, should we not?
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!"That's a good place to start. While you were in the trees, did you find any clearings where we could build?"
edited 11th Jul '15 12:10:08 AM by GhostElm
"I'm as free as the dust in the solar wind."Yes; close to a stream a little ways inland. There's a bamboo patch nearby it as well. We may have to find that sharp rock soon if we want it for huts...
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!"I'm sure there are sharp rocks to go around." Chris smiles, "if you can lead me over there, I'll see what I can do to clear out the area for a rudimentary "village" until we can figure out what else to do..."
"I'm as free as the dust in the solar wind."Very well. Follow me, Christopher.
The shadowy figure leads the young man upstream, to a pleasant little clearing with a stand of bamboo nearby.
What of our friend? Should we simply trust he will follow us or should we leave a note?
edited 11th Jul '15 1:41:59 AM by dvorak
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!"I'm up, don't worry." Greg says suddenly, yawning. Apparently, he'd fallen asleep while standing. Truly, quite a feat. "I'm right behind you."
(Sorry guys, I was super tired.)
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.A short distance away from the others another person, barley concious, washes up on the island's shore and slowly stands up before speaking to nobody in particular.
"That was most unpleasant, I suppose I am lucky to have avoided any nasty jellyfish or the like though. Now to work out just where I might be..."
Laithelryn looks around at the coastline and the trees beyond.
edited 11th Jul '15 4:01:06 AM by Laithelryn
"Hey...is that someone over there?" Greg says, noting someone in the distance. He starts to wave his arms around. "Hey!" He shouts, trying to get Laith's attention.
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.Laithelryn, intently focused on a distant and brightly coloured bird at the time, is startled to hear another person's voice and quickly spins around to face them, odd apparel swishing in the process.
"Another person‽ Most intriguing!"
Laithelryn excitedly waves back and begins walking towards the other person.
edited 11th Jul '15 4:26:22 AM by Laithelryn
Another person wakes up on the beach.
"Weird...I don't recall falling asleep under the sky."
He sits up, looking around.
"Oh HELL no."
This is an RP based of the forum game, We, The Tropers, Are Stuck In A Spaceship. This variant takes place on a seemingly deserted island in the middle of nowhere, but follows the same general rules and formula of the spaceship version. You are fee to jump in or out at any time, and everyone is free to participate in plot and world building, should they wish.
Please keep a few things in mind: 1) Please, be kind to the other players. Rudeness and general dickery won't be tolerated. 2) Please, play fairly and reasonably. 3) Some randomness is OK, but please don't over do it. 4) If you participate in combat, please, no autohits, and no ghosting (ignoring attacks. Say whether it hits, or you dodge it, etc.). 5) Please, no hijacking other player's characters, plots, etc., without permission.
Now that all that's over, let the game begin.
Somewhere on the edge of an unknown coastline, a young man lies unconscious on the sand below. Finally, as consciousness starts to return return to him, he sits up, taking in the whole of his surroundings before sighing and saying.
"...This can't be good."
edited 16th Jul '15 12:02:35 PM by BaronGreen
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.