A wild EVENT has appeared!

[fightfair.livejournal.com]

 

LOST: The Fagsona Episode

That's right, folks. You're stranded on a small tropical island (making run-ins more likely), with the remnants of a plane lying on the beach. Your task: Survive. Maybe you'll find other stranded passengers on the shore. Maybe those huge ass coconut crabs remind you of a puzzle, professah. Maybe you'll even fine some sort of time-warping tunnel that'll teleport you right onto the S. S. Enterprise in the jungle - who knows?

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[proflayton.livejournal.com]

Goodness! This is quite a predicament, isn't it?



Hello there! Is everyone alright?

[professaaah.livejournal.com]

Professor? Over here!

[A ways away along the beach, there's a pile of wreckage that two arms are flailing about under. Odd - it looks like a table and a good amount of tea cups and pots that's gotten himself stuck under.]

[proflayton.livejournal.com]

Is that you, Luke?

My word! Are you alright?

[professaaah.livejournal.com]

I think so...

[Luke struggles with the pile, eventually squirming himself free.]

But... where are we, professor?

[proflayton.livejournal.com]

It appears we've crash landed on some sort of tropical beach, Luke.

Quite a desolate beach from the looks of it.

[professaaah.livejournal.com]

How did we get here? I don't remember a thing. Only enjoying a cup of tea, and then... crashing. Quite the puzzle, huh, professor?

[proflayton.livejournal.com]

Indeed it is, Luke. Quite mysterious, don't you think? I'm afraid have no more of an idea than you do.

[professaaah.livejournal.com]

I guess we should investigate, then. But where to start..?

[They've simply surrounded by sand and tropical trees. Oh, but maybe that pile of tea ware holds a clue or a hint coin.]

[proflayton.livejournal.com]

Worry not, my dear boy! I'm sure the answer lies somewhere near.

Let's take a look around shall we?

[professaaah.livejournal.com]

Sure!

[Luke seems kind of excited.]

Come to think of it, it's been a while since we had a mystery to solve.

[proflayton.livejournal.com]

Now let's see...

It seems the logical place to look would be the scene of the crash.

[professaaah.livejournal.com]

Right! I don't think there's anything in the tea pile...

[Except the shiny hint coin he picks up.]

Is there a plane crash site? Is everyone alright?

[acehobo.livejournal.com]

...Huh.

[Phoenix sits up, scratching his head under his beanie. This certainly isn't home.]

I don't remember falling asleep on a beach.

[implausibility.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly, like right out of a horror movie, a hand sticks up from under the sand.]

[acehobo.livejournal.com]

[His eyebrows raise, but he doesn't look too surprised.]

Don't see that everyday.

[Phoenix pokes the arm.]

[implausibility.livejournal.com]

[The hand latches onto Phoenix's wrist.

With what sounds like a muffled grunt, the entire mass of sand near the arm starts to raise, until soon, the form of someone's back makes itself obvious amidst the falling sand. Adachi coughs and hacks as he scrambles out of the shallow-but-covered sandpit, struggling on his hands and knees to right himself without getting sand in his face (difficult, considering it was buried in it a moment ago.]

[acehobo.livejournal.com]

[A blink, and he stands back, giving the guy some space. He gives an impressed whistle.]

Did some kids bury you and forget about you?

1/3

[implausibility.livejournal.com]

[Darkly, and between coughs.]

Those brats better have not. All that high-and-mighty talk about being 'fair' and 'just', and they just leave a guy to die somewhere even worse than the goddamn boonies-

[implausibility.livejournal.com]

[implausibility.livejournal.com]

[He lets go, using the hand to brush himself off instead. It's obviously of little help, considering how uncomfortable he looks. Sand seeping into your shoes is uncomfortable enough, let alone seeping into your clothes and mouth.]

Uh, sorry about that, pal. Man, this must look pretty bad right now, huh?

[acehobo.livejournal.com]

Not at all. I think it suits you.

[Leave it to Phoenix to say something completely unfitting. (Or maybe it completely fits.)]

[implausibility.livejournal.com]

[Weirdo.]

Y-yeah? I, uh, I'm not too sure it's that great for my health, though, so I'll use it sparingly.

[A few coughs later, Adachi sits down on the sand, looking exhausted. His hair is still sprinkled with the stuff, and his clothes? Well, that dark-colored suit is done for.]

Say, you don't happen to have some water on you, do you?

[acehobo.livejournal.com]

[That suit is kind of nostalgic, come to think of it...

Anyway. Phoenix rummages around him, until coming up with a dark green bottle.]

Nope. Fresh out. How about some grape juice?

[implausibility.livejournal.com]

Anything. I just have to get the taste of rock outta my mouth.

[He holds his hand out for it. Kind of rude, isn't he?]

[acehobo.livejournal.com]

[Kind of. But Phoenix just hands it over anyway, getting to his feet and looking around.]

Too bad I didn't bring a bathing suit. This would've been a nice vacation...