EPISODE ONE

[teenbab]

[ The flight itself wasn't supposed to be too long - only six hours or so. And up until it all went sideways, it'd been fine; some of the kids had paired off, making small talk with those sat closest to them. Others kept to themselves, tuning out with headphones in or with books. A couple of boys a couple of seats from the front had fallen asleep on each other. Some faces were plastered to the windows, as if there was much else to see other than the vast expanse of ocean.

One minute it'd been smooth sailing, the next there'd been turbulence. And then that's worsened considerably, and it'd rapidly become transparently clear that they were taking a one-way, nose-first detour into the Pacific. Though perhaps by divine intervention or sheer, what're-the-odds chance, the plane had gone down a couple of miles from an island's shoreline.

Some woke up practically washed ashore, others weren't so lucky, left to flounder for any floating debris large enough to hold their weight. Regardless of where or how they woke up, one thing was abundantly clear. They were all equally, undeniably fucked. ]

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[troublegirl]

She caught that look - really, how could she not? - but hey, she was hardly expecting a good reaction. At this point any reaction was good enough for her. Even if the kid was a bit weird, a bit weedy, she was sure as shit that she'd rather have him as company than be stuck here alone. Fuck that noise. So they had different senses of humour; whatever, she could deal.

When it seems that even her attempt to be gentle almost went horribly awry, Magda rolled her eyes, but still looped her arm around his, casual as anything as they walked. Because hey, at least then he wouldn't actually face-plant into the sand. About to comment on his tango with gravity, Llewellyn beat her to the punch when he corrected her assumption.

"Green plaid." She repeated, as if mulling the mental image over - as if any opinion she had on his choice of suitcase would mean literally anything at all, "Eh, better than polka dots. Fuck polka dots. And at least it'll be easier to see, in theory anyway."

[gadaboutdetective]

Was Magda slightly intimidating? Yes, kind of. But a lot of people were, and not in the way he was used to. So aside from being a bit surprised when she took his arm, who was he to complain if she kept him a little more stable? Her unvoiced description of him was really quite accurate, he was usually losing the battle with gravity.

... And you know what? A plane crash was the ultimate ‘defeat against gravity,’ he was kind of done with those for the day.

The repeat of his description gets a small tilt of his head, “Yup, green plaid.” Llewellyn responded to confirm, wondering if there was something wrong with green plaid. He liked green, and he really liked plaid pattern! It had been a birthday present from the twins after his old bag had gotten torn, so he might have been a little more attached to it than one generally got over a bag. He couldn’t help but wonder what was up with polka dots though, her language on the subject was pretty strong!

No, it wasn’t, Llewellyn needed to learn to swear or something. Maybe it was because he was always minding what he said around his younger brothers, or maybe he just found it more fun to say the most random combinations of words. It was probably both.

Glancing at the water, almost as if hoping for a stroke of luck and it just... be there on the beachside, he finally responded. “If it’s washed up, it should be? I... don’t know if it’ll be easier to see if it’s still in the water.”