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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[toberighteous]

Which about sums it up, Cassian thinks, with a sudden bubble of hysteria in his throat. "Yeah." Another deep breath staves off the giggles. "Yeah. Fine except for the whole falling out of the sky thing, right?"

He manages a saner smile, leaning back on his elbows. "Sorry for freaking out at you. Didn't see you coming."

[gadaboutdetective]

Llewellyn was quiet for a moment when Cassian started laughing, not really sure what was funny. Then it hits him, just slightly after the fact... It startled a laugh out of him, short and a bit broken by the weird bubbling anxiety in his chest. Uninjured or not, they’d fallen out of the sky! In a plane! “Mm... And don’t forget. Plummeting right into the ocean and having to swim to this island.” Was this place even on a map?

“It’s fine, I mean— I’d have freaked out a little too if someone walked up on me and I didn’t see them.” Maybe not in the same way, but the point stood. “I’m uh... Llewellyn Watts, who’re you?”

[toberighteous]

"Cassian." He lifts an arm in a half-hearted, haphazard approximation of a handshake, squinting against the bright sky. "I'll spell mine if you'll spell yours. --The sweater'll dry faster if you take it off, by the way."

It hits him a second later that this last might sound like a come-on. Well, fuck it. He flops over backward, one arm over his eyes, and mutters, "Not that it's any of my business."

[gadaboutdetective]

Llewellyn kind of looked at the offered arm with a slight look of confusion, before realizing that it was a handshake. Right. He gave Cassian’s hand a light shake, definitely a handshake most would judge considering it’s not firm nor confident like most would say is proper. He’d blame it on the plane crash if asked, honestly. “Nice to meet you, Cassian.” 

He paused, thinking on the matter of spelling their names with what might have been another small grin, “Mm... We could, but I’m not sure that I could remember uh— how many L’s my own name has at the moment.” He gestured at his head. It might have been an attempt at a joke, or he was just being honest about post-plane-crash brain fog.

Lucky for Cassian? Llewellyn doesn’t generally notice things that could be a come-on unless they’re pretty obvious. As it was, taking the sweater off to get it to dry faster was logical. It made sense. But... Nope. “You’re probably right?” He frowned a little at it, before shrugging. As uncomfortable as a wet sweater was, he’d feel more uncomfortable without it. “It’s fine, it’s like... not that bad, anyway.” Compared to everything else, right?

[toberighteous]

"Dry clothes are important in a survival situation," Cassian says, and then bites his tongue. Why did it have to come out in that know-it-all tone that makes people want to punch him? Is this a time to go making enemies?

He drops his arm, blinks at Llewellyn over it with the widest earnest-puppy eyes he can manage at the moment, and adds: "That's what my dad says." Not that this guy seems like the violent type - or even, like his cousin Bobby, the type to turn everything into a pissing contest - but 'overserious nerd' is always a better look than 'condescending asshole'.

[gadaboutdetective]

Cassian was right in his guess, the last thing Llewellyn could ever be described as was violent. A little awkward, anxious, and prone to saying the wrong thing at the wrong time once in a while... But not violent. If anything, his brows rose a little at the comment about it being important in a survival situation.

Because surviving in his prior conditions was one thing, surviving here where he had no idea what to expect? That was something else, something that he was probably starting to panic about. So rather than be angry at the insistence, he instead had to find out more.

“I uh— didn’t know that.” Llewellyn responded, fussing with a sleeve again. “Did your dad say why?”

[toberighteous]

"Conserves body heat," Cassian says briefly, and levers himself back up to a sitting position, with a little huff of effort. "You see anybody else back there?"

He tries not to think about it too hard, even as he says it, because (the flight attendant who spoke to him in Spanish, the skinny-looking twins, that cute guy with the ponytail, the two little girls chattering excitedly across the aisle, all that ocean, God) that way lies panic. Instead he focuses on his own sodden sneakers, grounding himself in the moment.

The sandy, squelchy moment.

[gadaboutdetective]

Conserving body heat... Yeah, that made sense. Cassian’s question got his full attention rather quickly though, because it was one that had been rolling around in his head since he made it to shore. Had anyone else made it? He and Cassian made two now, so... maybe some of the others had?

He hoped so, because the thoughts of the others not making it made him feel ill if his shift in expression were anything to go by. Rubbing the back of his neck anxiously, he shook his head a moment or two later. “No... Just you so far?”

He glanced back at the shoreline, brows furrowing a little as though he were actually hoping he might spot something he’d missed before now. “We should look though, there might be others...?” His tone suggesting he hoped as much, but wasn’t exactly optimistic about what they’d find. He’d been let down a few times now in the ‘trying to find someone missing’ department, and a plane crash made for pretty bleak odds.