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"oh, finally..." Ura sighed, even in the short while he had grown rather bored of waiting. He had even thought of lighting the fire some old fashioned way, but knowing his luck he'd manage to kill himself. Though, seeing as all his problems just decided to join forces and haunt him on this island, that didn't seem like such a bad way to go.

"Toss 'em over." He said when the other teeen got in range. The sooner they got the fire up, hopefully the better things could get. Hopefully people would notice the smoke and find them, or something along those lines. Fire could be useful in many ways.

Ura ducked further, insuring he wouldn't get beaned in the head even though it was clear the matches weren't really going to hit him. Mild Parnoia had done its part as now frustration was taking control.

"Its fine!" Ura called back, then went to mumbling curses under his breath about how useless Sim was beginning to be. Getting up, and still cursing, the lanky teen meandered over towards the box of matches and the rocks and impending doom.

Aurora stayed where she was sitting, letting the sunshine dry her completely. But she remembered her bag, still wet and probably the clothing was just as bad. Aurora signed, stood an followed soon after Tobias without waiting to get her breath back from the walking and climbing, Rora hadn't exactly been as fit when it came to climbing things, it showed in her flushed skin and quick breathing.

She passed Ura as she climbed down the rocks, not even giving him a sideways look. He was probably... doing something pointless that boys did.

Aurora figured that after she dried everything, then she could wander off for some alone time.

Stuck on an island, and stuck together.

Not exactly the cruise advertised.

Now the Simu are stuck. This isn't so much of a RP prompt, as a suggestion and an update on what to expect.


It's late afternoon now. A chilly wind is blowing, probably half-freezing anyone who's wet, the sun is still bright but has sunk behind the trees leaving the beach in long cold shadows. The sand is loosing warmth, and it's probably clear that a fire is a good idea.

The Simu could do quite a few things, light a fire, figure out some sort of camp with what they have, attempt to get along, ponder the benefits of cannibalism, attempt to catch fish and be 'useful' or sit on the beach in denial and wait for the cruise ship to sail on in and go '...KIDDING!'

Naturally, depending on each Simu, these things may or may not happen. XD But there are some things that will probably be universal.

They're wet, probably hungry and thirsty, and very tired and moody after a long day out at sea, and the beach looks like it's the type that'll be almost a third covered with water at high tide.

Good luck!

(Patalover, and Xannyia, you can reply to these in one post/diary entry/whatever you feel like when you have time. ^^)

It was too late to dry the clothes in the sun, so Aurora hung them up around a curve of the beach on branches jutting out from trees at the edge of the beach.

She was sure they'd be safe there, so she picked up her bag with the remaining things, and wandered back around to where the rest of the group was. Aurora was cold, but she cletched her teeth stubbornly.

She picked up one of the bottles of water that had been washed ashore, Aurora gulping down a few mouthfuls before going sit next to Ronin.

"Are you thirsty?" Rora offered him the bottle, hoping he didn't believe in cooties.

((Sorry took so long and it's such crap, RLness.))

It would have taken Elijah a good while to come across where Zanna had set up 'camp', probably becoming dark beforehand as well. Soon enough he'd hear the sounds of a waterfall, maybe even a stream to help lead him there.

No matter how he arrived, Zanna, in her sleep deprivation, wouldn't have noticed him unless he make himself known.

Wandering aimlessly. Why does this feeling keep reoccuring so often? Elijah has long lost sight of where he came into the forest, and which way is out. It is prematurely dark due to the shade of the leaves, and the setting sun doesn't help that fact out, either.

Freezing as he steps on a branch, the sound makes off as if it was a branch cracked elsewhere. Could he be sure it wasn't? His mind stiff and ready, his body aches in protest otherwise. His wings in particular still haven't recovered completely.

Nothing comes for him, leading him to believe that all this sun has driven him the least bit mad. Picking up his blistered feet, he continues making his way across the rough terrain.

Growling quietly, his hand reaches out and scrapes across the thick body of a tree. "Lovely. What the hell was I thinking? She's probably safe someplace, while I'm out here, fresh meat for some wild isle-animal to finish me off.."

Sim tapped his finger against his chin at not being noticed. Well that wouldn't do! Being thought a fool was one thing being ignored was a different matter entirely! After all, he hadn't done anything to merit the cold shoulder from the winged one.

So be it then. He sniffled dramatically before trotting over to where Ura had started the fire.

"Oooooo! Lovely! Just lovely!" he cheered as he clapped his hands, "Now to dry out some of my garments." he declared and dragged his things towards the fire. "By the way, is anyone capable of gathering or hunting for food?" he asked. "I'm more than willing to attempt at it, but I cannot guarantee my success." he added, taking out some of his miniturized hawaiian shirts and the kilt from earlier.

He laid them near the fire and though they resembled Sim's earlier attire, they appeared to be doll's clothes given their size. But that didn't bother the teen, as he brought his journal near the fire to let it dry so that he could finally write out his thoughts.