Slate/Surreal

[Rain]

It was a cold, rainy day on a remote island, one practically in the centre of an ocean. Wind and rain battered the shore without restraint, churning up the shale beaches and threatening to drag anyone stupid enough to end up there down into the depths with them.

It was on this island that the wreckage of a cruise liner, twisted and torn by confusing explosions, was washing ashore, complete with those lucky enough to survive...

Maybe there was someone further ashore?

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Well, this thread is simple: we make it up as we go along. The constraints are simple enough: don't go overboard on the wackyness and keep the speculative fiction stuff downplayed. =P

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The girl came to rather slowly. It took her a few moments to truly take in her surroundings. Firstly, she was soaked to the bone, her dress completely disheveled. Secondly, she was cold. Unbearably, icy cold. Thirdly, she found herself on an unknown beach, on some unknown island. And finally...

It was gone.

Cassandra Vermilion Ashfield rose to her feet unsteadily, looking around as she did. This cold, this wet... it was irritating, and a pain. But it being gone... that was a more pressing concern. Well, that and... where the hell they were. Where the hell she was, for that matter... what had happened? It had all been such a blur... and Cassandra didn't see her. Maybe she was a little ways off...

"Hello?" she called, looking around. She wasn't hurt, at least. That much she could tell. Cassandra took a step forward, looking around more as she did. "Miss Angeline?"