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AFTER THE CRASH

CHARACTERS: Any and all.
LOCATION: The wreck site and the jungle beyond.
WARNINGS: Will update as needed.
SUMMARY: Characters recover after the crash and begin to establish means of survival in the new environment.
NOTES: Open log for general play for the rest of the month. Prompts are included for inspiration, but do not need to be strictly adhered to!

T H E J U N G L E
The dense vegetation of the jungle surrounds you in every direction, the green of thousands of trees and plants vibrant and lush under the bright sun. Life buzzes and calls through the branches, leaves stirring in a long, fluid shift as brief cuts of wind flow up over the cliff. Stood alone facing it, it almost seems as though it breathes, one giant force of life looming over you, overwhelming and awesome.

Tangles of trees and roots stand in your way as you venture in, every step needing careful navigation to avoid standing on some strange plant or another. A blade may be necessary to cut a path through the areas where sunlight breaks through the canopy high over your head, allowing thick growth on the soil below; other areas are clear, a natural pathway developed but for low growth and fungi. Either way, it's only a matter of meters before you can't see back which way you came, the jungle setting behind you, covering the signs of your passing as if you'd never been.

Something lets out a cry, high in a tree above you, a warning shriek before it and another tumble and climb through interlocking branches, fleeing your presence. Whether you came out here to hunt, forage or simply explore, proceeding quietly and carefully may offer more success - and some way to mark your path back, least the jungle manage to swallow you whole.

T H E W R E C K S I T E
The long tail left in the ship's crash path has destroyed a huge swath of jungle, trees, upturned soil. A ready-made clearing, some shelters already built out of the remains of the fallen trees, the small amount of supplies salvaged from inside the ship, more being worked on. Without the thick canopy of the jungle, the sun beats down relentlessly, shelter and shade the only respite. Dehydration threatens and food is scarce, making work slow but all the more necessary.

You may have remembered enough to know your skills are best used towards the building efforts, or picking through the debris for salvage, or putting together improvized power systems; no matter which, you'd better pace yourself properly to prevent the heat catching up with you.

M E D I C A L
The hole up on the crest of the crashed ship still yawns open, leading down directly into the medical area you woke up in - the only readily accessible point you can see. Inside, the alarms and looping audio have stopped, leaving the space eerily quiet but for the drip of water and fluid, the creak and groan of strained, damaged metal. You may be here to assist in the medical efforts outside, to find usable equipment or supplies, or maybe you're looking for more personal answers. The elevator shafts the voice recording had previously directed you towards still stand empty, dark tunnels leading deeper into the unknown, evoking some flicker of memory of miles of corridors and rooms. Did you live here before? What happened?

Whether you're here with a purpose or following curiosity, watch your step - bodies still litter the space, half buried under debris or floating in pools of collected rainwater from the storm, likely to cause a smell if left any longer.

N I G H T F A L L
The days are long and night, when it comes, falls quickly. The temperature drops, perhaps offering relief from the heat of the day or bringing a new threat of cold. The jungle quiets, then seems to stir to life again, the sounds of insects changing, the cries of any animals falling silent. With the only light offered by the two moons high in the sky and any small generators scattered around the makeshift camp, it may be best to stay close to shelter or find your way up off the ground. The darkness can hide any manner of new threats, and they are not so new and unsure of this terrain as you...

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It was the same cloak. And apparently same master of feelings wearing it as well.

SO THAT IS WHAT THAT EMOTION IS. I WAS WONDERING....

He was just confused about it mostly. Perhaps, he looks down at his hand. Then over at her.

I BELIEVE WE MAY HAVE BEEN MARRIED. WE APPEAR TO HAVE MATCHING RINGS AND I SEEM TO RECALL THAT BEING A THING PEOPLE THAT LOVE EACH OTHER DO.

And he did, seem to love her. It was all very confusing as he was still not feeling many emotions. He had the distinct feeling he'd had to practice in the past.

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She looks down at her own hand. The design on their rings is pretty distinct. It wouldn't just be a coincidence. "We must be. It explains a lot, really."

Sure, there were now a whole bunch of new questions. But the way she felt around him, even without remembering their history. It just seems so natural. Of course it's love. Skeleton or not.

She looks down at the picture. "Do we have children?" He was a skeleton. Was that even possible?

He was not currently a skeleton. Was that even possible? Apparently.

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He glances at his own picture. He remembers taking it, he remembers the people but she was not in it.

I .....HAD AN ADOPTED DAUGHTER. BEFORE, ON THE TURTLE WORLD. PERHAPS WE ADOPTED OTHERS.

He has a feeling that is making him....sad. Yes that is it, but the full memory isn't yet back. He looks at the young girl in his own picture and then over to the woman's picture. There was a stern looking woman in it with similar hair.

I BELIEVE THAT MAY BE MY GRAND DAUGHTER....GROWN UP.

Adoption would... definitely explain a lot. She looks between the pictures. "It looks like her. And I think I'm older than I look."

There's no way she can be as young as she looks with how far apart some of her memories are. She's still not sure what she is though.

There is a slight pause.

DO YOU REMEMBER THE BEGINNING?

He doesn't feel the need to add the beginning of what, he has a feeling she knows.

They must be married. How else would he be able to get exactly to the most troubling memory without even asking? How else could he say it in so few words, without even needing to specify the beginning of what? Obviously they understood each other on an absolutely fundamental level. "I do. And I'm not sure why."

CONSIDERING I USED TO BE A SKELETON I WOULD SAY IT IS HIGHLY LIKELY WE WERE NOT STRICTLY ALIVE IN THE SAME SENSE OF THE WORD AS MOST.

Once you accepted that a sentence could start with 'considering I used to be a skeleton', the rest came relatively easy. And there are only so many ways to explain remembering the beginning of everything. "We must be something... older than that."

Somehow, the fact that it was we helped.

YES. WE MUST BE.

Just looking at the picture again before placing it inside his cloak. He has the sudden realization that he's very glad he's not alone. The memories that have been returning have had a cold isolation to many of them.

She leans against him. She doesn't really remember doing this when he was a skeleton, but she must have. How did that feel? Was it different? Because this feels right.

"I wonder how long we've known each other." The skeleton doesn't feature in any of the memories she's gotten back yet, despite them spanning eons. And yet... "There's something about you that just feels right."

He puts an arm around her without really thinking about it.

IT MUST BE RECENTLY. OR AT LEAST RECENTLY IN SCALE TO MOST PEOPLE.

She can't help giggling at that. They were just discussing remembering the beginning of existence. "For whatever that's worth. It's... good that we have each other."

I AM....I BELIEVE THE EMOTION IS ...GLAD AS WELL.

He's starting to get a hang of these ...emotions that his memory seems to be reminding him he was terrible at. ~~sure you are death.~~

"I think I remember it surprising us both." They'd actually gotten to love this time. So that was progress, right? Maybe in a few centuries they'd always know what feelings were.

THAT ITSELF IS NOT SURPRISING.

He thinks for a moment.

ALL OF MY MEMORIES SO FAR SEEM FOCUSED ON A FLAT WORLD ON THE BACK OF A TURTLE. DO YOU RECALL THAT ONE?

She shakes her head. "No. Mine involves a world with... a remarkable number of people in tights, capes and swimsuits." It sounded about as close to this place as a flat world on a turtle.

....THAT SOUNDS LIKE A RATHER STRANGE OUTFIT TO SWIM IN.

"The strangest part is I'm pretty sure they weren't usually swimming." No, she can't explain it. These memories are a strange muddle. But that's what she remembers.

...HOW STRANGE. PERHAPS IT WAS A FASHION CHOICE IN THAT WORLD.

"I guess it makes about as much sense as anything. I haven't really noticed anyone here dressing like that." Even the people who didn't wear jumpsuits. Obviously the jumpsuits just had something to do with the crashed ship.

YOU DO NOT SEEM TO DRESS LIKE THAT EITHER.

Fashion, now what does he remember from his own about that.

I REMEMBER HATS BEING QUITE IMPORTANT ON MY WORLD.

"No... I wonder what made me pick these clothes. I figured out that they look however I want them too." Presumably something to do with her being... whatever it is she is. "And I like black."

Hats though. She mostly remembers the capes. "I guess hats could... tell you what a person does."

IT IS A GOOD LOOK.

For her and well black is just a good colour okay.

YES, THAT SEEMS IMPORTANT SOMEHOW. THOUGH I DO NOT BELIEVE I HAD A HAT. I HAD...

He frowns slightly

EXCUSE ME FOR A MOMENT.

He'll move his arm and take a step away from her for a moment, then reaches into his robe and...the air next to him somehow and....pulls out a very, very sharp scythe.

I HAVE THIS.

That's not human sharp. That is as sharp as it gets. "I think we can be pretty sure you're not a farmer."

And a scythe, that reminds her of something. An argument. Many arguments. "I have a brother." New information. MOre about herself. "And he really wanted me to get one of those."

Just looking at the scythe.

SOMEHOW I HAVE THE FEELING IT WAS NOT SO YOU WOULD BECOME A FARMER.

Yup, they are clearly missing something very important here.

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