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You and the character above you are trapped on a raft. Alone. In the middle of a large ocean filled with water and who knows what. How did you get here? Well, if you want to delve into that then its completely up to you!
Now that you are trapped on the raft with (more than likely) a stranger, what do you do? Does your character freak out and pass out? Is your character evil enough to stab open the raft and wait to sink? Or does your character have an affinity for water and you gladly swim away! Whatever they do, its up to you
[RULES]
- Two sentences at the VERY least
- Try to interact with the character above, or at least acknowledge that the character exists!
- Nothing sexual or gory! This is a SFW threat, and the person who runs it (me) is a minor!
- If theres a problem, please let me know!
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- This thread is IC, meaning In Character!
Updated 05/01/2022
Was that water she heard...? It wasn't an unfamiliar sound. Maybe she fell asleep by the sundial again.
It certainly felt the same, to the half-asleep girl - until she realized that she wasn't on concrete.
She was on a raft - & she wasn't alone, either, indicated by a heat source other than herself. Right... She'd been on this raft with Hajime for a bit, if her memory served correctly, & either really zoned out or fell asleep.
With a faint yawn, Syra rights herself up, listening closely - both to the water below & the girl on the raft. It was dreadfully quiet, aside from the empty splashes of the sea, the ones that rocked the raft every so often.
This other girl clearly wasn't much of a talker. That alone didn't bother her - some people just didn't like talking much, or weren't all that social, & that was fine by her... but at the same time, the silence was really starting to bother.
What if something had happened?
She was still there, at least, since that heat was present. Maybe she was asleep too, or just not talking. It was a pretty tense, awkward situation, after all... But there was a possibility that something bad had happened, & she didn't want to ignore a possible person-in-need, especially when she was the only one around.
So Syra reached over toward Hajime, & lightly nudges her with the side of a hand. "...You there?" She questions, tone soft.
Which was answered with muttering - whatever was said, she didn't quite pick up on it. That was fine. At least there was a response.
The atmosphere on the raft was... tense. Maybe. It was a thick, heavy awkwardness, with neither party willing to strike up a chat, or break the hard-set ice - so the duo sat in silence.
Whatever Hajime was thinking, she couldn't tell. Syra's focus was entirely on listening - to the waves, to any other noise that could possibly be heard. Too concentrated to start with her usual chatty habits.
Thinking. They were in the middle of watery nowhere, there were probably ways she could help the situation. Probably... But, she realized with a grimace, attempting may not end well for either of them.
Keyword being may not. If she just kept her cool, did it right, it'd be okay! Inhale... exhale..
And so, she began to focus, bending the water ever so slightly...
Wherever the waves took them, the journey would be a little faster now.
Skinner's affinity for birds wasn't going to help him one bit here, because he didn't have any birdseed with him. And even if he did, the man assumed that the weight of the seagulls settling onto the raft would cause the entire craft to sink. That... That wouldn't look good, not when he had a wife and daughter to take care of - back at home...
In frustration, he rubbed at his temples before looking over at the other party and suggesting, "You know, you could be more helpful but not wasting your time worrying about how you look." Genuinely, he didn't mean to come off as condescending, but... He did. He really did. And Skinner was all too aware of it, as he turned away just seconds later and muttered, "My apologies, I didn't mean that way, miss. It's just..." His eyes drifted up to the vacant sky above them, empty with the exception of a few swirling clouds that provided no reliable indicator of where they were supposed to be.
"... We're lost." Yea, no kidding!
He dug his hands into his pockets in search of that birdseed but only pulled out his wallet and a bag of raw cookie dough, one that his wife had given to him before he left home because she demanded that the good be returned at this very instant. Oh, how far he was from home now! Though... As Skinner further delved into his thoughts, he had the feeling that maybe his wife wouldn't be so downcast by his disappearance or death. In fact, she might be reacting the opposite-
With a gasp, the middle-aged man stood himself up and faced the woman, who... In that moment, she looked a lot like his wife, and that made him take a step back.
"I do have some bugs, ones that are big enough to fly us out of here," he tried reassuring her with his usual friendly grin, though it was pretty obvious that his was getting more and more strained as the minutes dragged on. His hands, furthermore, were starting to gesticulate more and more dramatically, before he blurted in addition, "Though I'm really not sure I have them with me right now. I just put my hands in my pockets, and... They're not here. I think I might've left them on that ferry..." With a groan, the man rubbed his temples once more before muttering some insults under his breath, mostly directed towards himself but also a few sparing, but still choice terms being given to his wife. Ouch? Maybe it was best that he didn't come back home for a bit.
Eventually, though, he did have to consider that bag, as he offered it to the woman and asked, "Are you hungry, though, at least? Because I do have some food I could easily get rid of..." His wife wouldn't know that he technically didn't return the item she asked about, right? Beads of sweat started to drip down the sides of his head. "... I think it's still good. It's not as bad as one might think. Trust me." Then... Why isn't he trying a piece of it himself? Hmmm...
I forgot that I posted here.... wtf.....
anyways, here's a follow-up.... ty pickle for the necromancy, but big rip for their birds-
With a groan, Skinner rubbed the obnoxiously - and embarrassingly, albeit more subtly so - large welt on his forehead, for he had taken quite the fall ever since his mount was spooked by... Something. He knew it was going to come back, given that it was his own, but... His brows knitted as he thought of that other bird, the one he had lent out to the other man.
That one's likely lost for good, thought the man with a sigh, before rubbing his head again and perking up. Or maybe it wouldn't? Maybe it'll come back to that dealer, but then again, I don't think they'll be very happy with the fact that one of their animals got frightened and ran off like that... Too many liability issues.
The middle-aged man sniffed before turning to the other party and humming, "It really is," with a tense grin. It wasn't as wide as usual, nor did it produce the typical dimples on his cheeks when his smile actually reached his eyes; it seemed more like a coping mechanism than anything else, as a way for him to distract both parties from the fact that they were now on a raft - adrift in the middle of... Somewhere. Somewhere that wasn't their intended destination, that was for sure! Skinner lifted a hand over his head like a visor - while also conveniently concealing the welt - as he scanned the sky and focused on where he last saw the birds, fluttering past them in an apparent state of panic before disappearing... Somewhere.
"Perhaps they're still going to their destination, but without us," he remarked with a frown, "They're conditioned to do that sort of thing anyway, as inconvenient as it is." His stomach turned at that moment, because technically, he was calling himself out... Maybe I'll need to work on a different method for that bird of mine.
He raised a brow at the other party when the latter mentioned airplanes, least of all because he found that method of transportation unusual. But... To be fair, they were lucky that one of them - Skinner couldn't remember whom - had a raft on hand. Otherwise, falling into the cold, cold, and saline waters below would've given Skinner more than just an unsightly bruise on his forehead.
"I wouldn't trust a plane, to be honest," grunted Skinner with a raised brow, "if only because they're ludicrously expensive." Said a man with a lot of money, and so could easily afford a flight? Okay then, old man. He coughed into his sleeve while trying to ignore the throbbing pain that had started to return with a vengeance. "Besides, the birds are usually much better in terms of ride quality than this. That must've been a freak accident, though it'll do some good for everyone involved to have it reported."
Cue Skinner forgetting to do so when he reached the mainland.
Speaking of the mainland, the middle-aged man wiped some dust off his chest before replying, "They should come back on their own, as I said before. Particularly my bird, since it's actually one that I own. I'm not sure about the one I rented to you..." He gulped then waved a hand aside. "... And I think sharing a bird might be a bit awkward, since mine is usually specialized for one person only." With a wry chuckle, his mind then shifted over to the idea of one of his bugs moving the raft along...
"That could work," he added with a laugh, "A lot of the bugs around here are large and can fly. They might be serviceable mounts, but their chitin is a little fragile at times. Maybe it'll be best if they just propel that raft along, as you said." As he spoke, Skinner moved his hand towards his pocket to pull out one of those capsules of his... Only for him to realize the pocket he checked was empty.
Nice. Did he leave them all at home?
"This is quite the dilemma, isn't it?" Yeli noted with a small smile, though there was a clear bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face. Just minutes ago they were in the air, riding on the strangest birds he'd ever seen. He wasn't sure what made them go so berserk, maybe something that spooked them? Bad weather, perhaps? A threatening presence so close to them? Either way, he and Skinner soon found themselves stranded. Fortunately, they were able to gather a raft, and here they were. It had felt like a long time, though it was difficult to tell.
"It was a nice ride, it really was refreshing to have the wind in my hair, but I think I'll be sticking to airplanes for flights from now on," Yeli laughed lightly. He pressed his hands against the raft from behind him and leaned back, looking up at the sky. Good thing he hadn't left the oven on. Strangely enough, he didn't look hurt in any way, not a single scratch or a sign of exhaustion. There were times he'd pat his plaid shirt, only to remember it was now empty, and his smile would thin considerably.
"These birds you had," he started after a while. "Is there a way to bring them back? Or maybe there's some kind of creature you have that could help us move this raft faster?"
Well… This was one way to show that Smith’s husband low-key - no, high-key - secretly hated her. Maybe.
The problem was that Smith sure as hell didn’t see it as hatred, as she hummed and delicately flicked her fingers at the lapping waves. If anything, she was just going on vacation with a somewhat dashing - and mysterious - fellow she had remembered glimpsing around the neighborhood once or twice before- Wait a minute. He wasn’t a total stranger? Smith paused as she lifted her hand and wiped it against her dress, before looking at him with her usual sunny smile.
“Oh, I hope this hasn’t been too much of an inconvenience for you,” the young woman apologized with a shaky giggle, “I have to admit that, well, this boat trip… Didn’t turn out as planned? Again, I’m so sorry that happened. I just-” She didn’t even question why the fuck Johnson took the boat for himself. The aristocrat did, however, look up at the sun battering down upon them, as well as the occasional seagull that announced its passage with a screech.
“- I just think that it’s good that we’re not too far away from shore, at least. But this really wasn’t part of the plan… I mean it, sir. I wish it was, not because I want to see you in distress, but… I don’t like accidents… It’s all so sudden, and I know my husband doesn’t like them either. He has good taste, you know. I’m not surprised that you and him seem to get along! Two classy men… It’s almost dreamy, in a way.”
Please get better tastes in men.
Smith now started to pace around the raft while merrily humming, “That asides… I think we should get to know each other better, yes? Especially since you’re my neighbor, and all that… Did you know that even in the crowded city, neighbors don’t really talk a lot to each other? I actually don’t really know why; it’s kind of dreary, in a way.” She stopped for a moment to wring her hands and flutter her lashes. “It’s mostly during parties that we talk, but I guess you’re gone for such long periods of time that nobody has really invited you?” Or, you know, there could be other reasons - if she paid attention to the gossip more thoroughly…
“How about I invite you to the next party my husband and I throw?” she proposed, “It’ll be a nice way for you to get to know other people better! And I’m sure your pastries and drinks are, uh, delectable… Yes? I understand if it’s a bother, but… Hopefully, once we get back to shore, we can plan this out!”
mom said it's my turn to die for Gelato.... through a follow-up.
Ending up on a raft wasn’t something that Smith exactly… Expected, but she wasn’t exactly complaining either- Not that this was a weird set of priorities on its own. The young woman was likely convinced that her husband was out there somewhere, vying for her return and garnering as much rescue personnel as possible for the effort. How dreamy!
There was just one problem though.
None of that was realistic… At all, actually.
In fact, her husband was probably content without her. He would’ve seen her being left behind as a sending from the skies, that their arranged marriage wasn’t something that was “meant to be” after all. As long as her status remained “missing” or “unknown,” he could pass as a widow, and then he’d be able to focus on his career without having to worry about remarrying, because he’d inherit all of her money… Or at least inherit it until her son came of age- Speaking of which, where was her son?
Poor, poor Smith looked over to the side just to see whom she was with, because she swore that she was with the child before, and- Oh. That wasn’t her son. That wasn’t even human. Smith’s brows raised up when she realized that she was dealing with a… Cat!
“Oh, look at you!” she cooed at the sleepy kitten before carefully scooting closer… And regretting it, as she let out a soft “Aie!” when the raft started to rock accordingly to the shift in weight distribution. Smith shook her head before bending down slightly to get on eye level with the small feline, whom she didn’t register as an Espurr due to the solid white pelt. Nonetheless, the young woman asked carefully, “Are you okay? Where’s your trainer?” She glanced around before gulping. Maybe she shouldn’t have asked that now… Huh?
Cocking her head slightly when the creature started to speak, Smith nonetheless answered, “I don’t know the answers to any of those… I’m sorry…” She coughed slightly before slowly getting up to her feet, her heels making a slight tap against the wood while she looked around. “I really don’t know…”
“But a signal can work,” the young woman hummed while peering over at him, “It just… Sort of depends on whether we can even tell the ship is present in the first place, or if we’re close to shore…” And neither of those were things Smith knew. Oh, sweet honey baby pie...
Gelato slowly waking up from his siesta and have a look around. And to his surprise, he was in the open sea on a raft! ...with a women? Who seem to be a young adult. "Meow...w-where am I..." He murmured, looking around worriedly. The last thing he remembered was that he was on a cruise ship with his trainer, but that's about it. He fell asleep, and now he'd here. Perhaps it was an uncoordinated teleportation? Maybe, it is the only legit explaination ones could think of on the top of their head.
Anyhow, with this happened in his sleep, he doesn't know how to go back neither. For a while he was trying to figure it out by himself and stay away from the stranger in front of him, but it did him no good. And so it only left him one choice, to communicate.
The small ice Espurr cautiously approaches Smith, and shyly speaks(more likely a telepathy) to her. "Excuse me, meow..." He began "...do you...do you know how I got here?" he tilted his head as he asked the lady in front of him. Then he looks down and taps his paw-fingers together "or...or how did you got here, meow...? Do you know where we are? Sorry for asking so many questions..." He trailed off, looking away as he apologize.
"M-...maybe...if we're close to the shore, I could signal the big boat, meow?" Gelato suggested a solution to Smith, although with what he knows, it is pretty doubtful as if it would work at all...but better try than never, right?
Bleu decided before the creature even woke up, if worst came to worst she could probably eat the creature.
She didnt say that outloud of course that would have been a stupid thing for a predator to tell its prey and if there was one thing Bleu wasnt it was stupid. She sat with one knee up and one folded next to her her rifle sitting next to her as she held it looking out towards the endless expanse of sea. She didnt remember how she had come to be here on this raft, trapped with the still sleeping creature but Bleu supposed the "why or how" wasnt really important right now. She acesses the situation. They were on a simple yellow raft. There was no water and no food (besides the creature) that she could see. And there didnt appear to be any other boats she could signal to. A dire situation indeed.
Bleu glanced over at the creature as it started making movements being alert in case it was dangerous somehow. She wasnt sure how but it would do well to be cautious after all for all she knew this creature was the reason she was out here stranded on this raft. She highly doubted it but anything was plausible at the moment. The creature seemed confused and unaware and Bleu relaxed. It appeared mostly harmless. She gave nods to the creature rather then speaking thinking. She knew the creature was being optimistic at saying he would light a signal as they were clearly not close to any shore. But she just nodded and shook her head when asked if she knew why he was there. The creature had the right idea though.
They needed to get to shore and quickly. For both their sakes.
"Well....This sucks," Radius stated plainly, leaning to let the tips of his fingers touch the water gently, "Stuck on a boat with uh---"
He blinked softly, "Blue eyes. Didn't think I'd see you again."
His sarcastic annoyance turned to a very palpable nervousness, "You know I uh--- didn't mean anything personal by our first encounter."
The hand fidgeted, debating if attempting to float along the waves like some sort of water bug was a better option than the gun toting woman beside him. Maybe she had forgotten what happened, or didn't care?
"Uh----....Don't shoot me. Please," Radius chuckled, goosebumps forming up his forearm, "It'd be such a waste of a bullet!"
How to get out of this situation? And fast??? please?
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Radius blinked softly, flicking the whip-like end of the magic protruding from him, "Eh you get used to getting shit in your eye when you have to move around like I do."
A simple answer to the question. Yes. The salt water was bothersome, but he was way too proud to admit it. Followed by the prosthetic, the arm shifted slightly. He had seen limb replacements before, made him wonder about the thief he was once attached to. Had they gotten a prosthetic as well? Or were they just as proud as him and wouldn't admit to wanting one.
"Will you relax already?" He half snapped, "We're not too far from the shore. And---I don't bite. Usually."
Usually. How reassuring, Radius. But the statement was true, it was too much hassle to pick fights with creatures way larger than yourself. He preferred to run and hide.
"'Sides, not like you have anything I'd want to steal way out here."
"How badly did I fuck up for myself to get here in the first place?"
That question was asked to nobody in particular, though she was increasingly under the belief that maybe the sentient arm stuck with her on the makeshift craft should be the one answering. Maybe... Her eyes narrowed at the limb that appeared to have a magical material coming out of him- As if that was the only weird thing about her companion that she should be concerned about! There remained the fact that the arm had an eye and could apparently speak... And could crawl around on his phalanges like some sort of fucking spider...
Oh, and there was the fact that he stole shit! Or at least seemed to have belonged to a thief in the past, as Rochester carefully scrutinized the arm in case he attempted to sneak something past her with those pesky phalanges and metacarpals... She stifled a shudder but nonetheless seemed tense, even for a nihilist who frankly didn't care what was going to happen to her-
Though maybe, just maybe... Rochester did dread something, and that turned out to be Beatrice not knowing where the hell her wife was at this time. This entire raft incident would’ve made for a funny anecdote to babble to her wife when she was bored, or an eccentric party trick to unnerve visitors with, but that sort of assumed that Rochester would make it out of here in the first place. Alive. And with her dignity intact, as she shot a glare at the arm once more. Eugh.
“Though more importantly,” Rochester grunted as she finally turned to face the other party, “I have no fucking idea how your eye is not irritated to hell and back. All that salt in the ocean must be a real pain, huh?” Though her usual mocking edge remained in her voice, there was also a slight lilt of concern while she carefully seated herself on the wooden planks and attempted to prevent the waves from soaking her skirt. “I mean… I would not blame you. I lived inland for a reason, though I do feel like someone would kick my ass if I told them I was more of a mountain woman than a beach woman.”
With a shrug, the elder continued, “Still… How did you even get here in the first place? And without getting stepped on, for that matter. The ship was sort of crowded anyways…” Which sort of made the sting associated with being demoted from a relatively decent boat to - well - this ache just a bit more. Alas, Rochester was pretty sure that the feeling was mutual, as she glanced over at the limb and let out a snuff.
“... Ah well. That should be useful now, huh?” she asked, “I mean… The fact that your bones are not broken, at the very least. Though I could easily lift you if I wanted to…” Rochester paused again before looking over at her skirt, then carefully parting the fabric so that she could reveal her prosthetic foot. The metal almost seemed to move up and down like a real foot, except that it did so more stiffly, while the elder hummed, “But I won’t. I think it is just funny that you are a limb, and I happen to be missing part of a limb. It might be funnier if I were missing a hand instead of a foot, but…” Rochester paused, then casually detached her prosthetic before waving it around like a prop. Careful there, old woman. “... This should suffice for now. Unless you piss me off or something. Then I will see.”
NP maaaaaaay get a follow-up if finals don't nerf me!!
we bringing this back
Summer really, really, hated boats. She had never been a fan in the first place, but this really solidified her hatred for them. She had just started to become less hateful of them, and now this happens. She sat there, arms crossed over her chest, brooding. This was an annoying situation, nothing more, nothing less. They had somehow been able to secure whatever food was scattered around from the boat sinking. Summer had made sure they stayed near it just incase they could snag anything useful. She had also grabbed her bag once she heard the ship was sinking.
She didn't know what became of the rest of the people on the boat, but she did know she was currently sitting across from an older woman, the two barely having exchanged words. Maybe Summer's bad case of RBF was the reason, or maybe her current bad attitude that was etched onto her face. It was very likely to be either of those things.
But she couldn't stay angry and brooding for too long, letting out a sigh and putting a hand through her hair as she shifted on the raft. "Alright, we'll just have to hope we hit a nice, deserted island, or something. We were almost to the coast, last I heard, so hopefully this thing will just carry us there." She said, shielding her eyes from the sun as she looked out into the distance. They only had a day or so of travel left, and so far they were moving in the right direction. She honestly would prefer to land on a deserted island, as she had been traveling to see family that she didn't want to really see.
"I'm rooting for the deserted island, but whatever comes first I guess." She shrugged, her hand dropping back to her side. She didn't seem worried about dying out there on the raft, and she really wasn't. She'd take that over family affairs too.
" so summer, let's take a moment to stop and think like engineers. " Jamie was focusing while summer was low key freaking out " now whats our conundrum? Were both stuck on a raft in the middle of no where " this didn't help poor summer " but, I can see land so we can... " the texan blabbered on about solutions upon solutions and realized he should probably pick one of the many presented solutions " ok we can see land lets paddle and this constant rate " they both came up to the shore quicker than summer expected. Good thing we got a engineer huh?
"Haaah, just my luck, huh?" sighed Ethan, arms stretched behind him and his head slumped in defeat. This heat was intense. He was half-tempted to hop off the raft for a swim, but it was his luck that got him into this mess, who's to say there weren't any sharks waiting around?
Ethan lifted his head to look over at Jamie. He didn't recognize this guy from anywhere before landing here, was it his bad luck that dragged the guy here too, or did he have his own bad luck?
"So, uh, don't imagine you can build us something to get out of this, huh?" he laughed meekly, though held some small hope there was a yes hidden in those answers. No such luck, another sigh. "That accent," he muttered with a slight perk. "Are you from Texas?" He beamed. "Hey, me too. Where in Texas are you from?"