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Event Log: The Beach Episode

Who: Everyone!
What: The event log for the transition to our new planet!
Where: The city, which has now been fragmented onto four separate islands.
When: May 27th-June 10th
Warnings: Surf's up! If by 'surf', you mean separation from your friends, weird sea creatures, and cold rainfall.

The sun and the sand and a drink in your hand- well, it all sounded pretty nice when you voted for the island planet, but ultimately what you're getting is a bit less glamorous.

The transition takes place instantaneously, with very little noteworthy shakeup, though those of you who are particularly in-tune with the supernatural may feel a bit dizzied or nauseated by the sudden movement. And that's exactly what it is: for those of you who are outside, the change is fairly noticeable, as in the span of a single blink, what used to be miles of desert is now rocky ocean. The city is simply in one place one moment, and then somewhere entirely new a second later.

And that somewhere new is exciting! The islands have plenty of landscape to explore and weather conditions to adjust to, fish to catch, and- wait, how do you get to the other islands? What if your friends or your home or the bar is on these other islands? Enjoy having to figure out who is where and how you're going to get by with only a small fraction of the city to work off of- hopefully those boats will come sooner rather than later...

► This log covers May 27th-June 10th.
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She stared at him for a moment, grey eyes almost as stormy as the water beneath them. What was she even supposed to say to that? Somehow "sorry but I don't talk to strangers about feelings" seemed like it wouldn't go over well. And she was in a great position to get pushed off a cliff if she insulted someone too much. Not that she thought he was the type, but she hadn't lived this long without being a little paranoid.

"There really isn't a solution. I'm here and he's there. It's not the first time it's happened and we both survived. I'm not happy about it, but I can take care of myself and he can take care of himself. Besides, he has studying to do and I will never forgive him if he doesn't pass his exams."

A pause there, for a moment, as she seemed to realize she should probably try to be polite. He'd only offered to help, after all.

"Thanks, though."

That at least he understood. Exams. Everyone was nervous about being tested, no matter what it entailed. It was nature. Kelson smiled at that, and glanced at her, then back at the water.

"I'm sure he'll do his best." Kelson turned away, knowing that was a poor comfort and that there was little he could do to make it better. She was here and he was there. It was true. Even if they were both together, there was still only so much she could do. Sometimes, those we loved had to sink or swim on their own accord.

"Your welcome."

"I'm sure he will." He always did his best. She was just worried this time that his best wouldn't be good enough. But she was always worried about that. Comes with fearing for her life and the lives of all her friebds on a preety much daily basis. Eventually, "their best" wasn't going to be good enough and they'd slip, leave themselves open for just a second too long and then they'd be weaving another shroud.

She stared back out over the water for several long, somber moments before she spoke again, this time changing the subject before she had to delve too deeply into anything else she wasn't prepared to discuss.

"How long until they figure out we can't swim across this, you think? In absence of Connor and Travis I feel obligated to take bets."

Eventually, everyone's best wasn't good enough. That's what gets you killed, whether it's a battle or a disease. Best is relative. Someone will always be better, eventually. Kelson gave her a small smile as she looked at the water, and offered him a tidbit into her life.

"Who are Connor and Travis? Friends? And I think it will take them at least a few days. If they have not yet realized our need for ample fresh meat, vegetables and grain, traveling may take just as long. Someone might have to mention it to them."

If these beings could teleport, they probably did not realize that other people couldn't. He really needed to figure out how that guy did that, back home. He was there one minute and gone the next. If he could figure that out...he could get from island to island. At the very least.

"Yeah. From home. They're kind of the troublemakers, but everybody likes them." Came from their dad, of course. Luke had never been that way, but, well. Hermes was a lot of things so his children were too.

"I could do the math for the gambling, but they were always better at actually just doing it. They would probably have made a fortune by now. Or else started a water balloon fight. Or a prank war." It probably would have been a welcome distraction for all of a minute.

"Someone probably should. Hope might realize, but we'll need to start planning differently. The needs here are completely different than they are j a desert. Do we even still have a source of fresh water?"

Kelson smiled, thinking of the younger crowd of squires and pages back home, some of who no doubt were troublemakers, although not in the same class as the two Hermes boy, and who most likely were having such tendencies stomped out of them as unbecoming. Still, maybe not typical boyish tendencies but well enough known. He missed it.

"Prank war?" Another unfamiliar term. "Balloon?"

Kelson sighed. He had hoped that such resources like fresh water would still be available, but he hadn't checked yet. "I'm unsure. I have not seen any yet."

"Oh, uh, sorry. It's like playing jokes on people? Like someone puts a rubber snake in your bed, so you dump cold water on them in the shower, so they sabotage your project and it blows up in your face or something and it just keeps escalating." Giving their stuff to the naiads to hide, setting up traps in the woods for capture the flag, more explosions, you know. The usual.

"A balloon is like a rubber bag that you can fill with air or water and if you fill it with water and throw it at people it breaks on them and gets them wet. Which usually leads to retalition with more water balloons until everyone is soaked." Less deadly than usual Camp stuff, but still fun, sometimes.

"We'd better find out about that water fast. Drinking seawater is going to make people sick."

"What's rubber?" That kind of seemed key to the entire story she was telling here. There was lots of rubber in it, and ....honestly he wasn't sure what it was.

"So a practical joke that gets out of hand?" Did he get that right? That all seemed, really quite unseemly. "Do people really do that where you're from?" Doing something like that would measure out all sorts of punishments if they were caught. You were expected to act in a certain way. That most definitely did not qualify.

"Yes. Water is the priority. With any luck, each island will have it's own supply. Or it will rain."

Sigh. They couldn't even bring people in who had similar enough experience that they could talk to each other? Not that she hated teaching or anything, but really? There were a lot of words she took for granted. That a lot of people did.

"It's like...stretchy bouncy stuff you can make into a bunch of different things. It comes from a tree, but there are ways to make it without the tree too. And yeah, that's pretty much exactly it. They usually tend to win, though." Came with being children of Hermes.

"Hopefully. I don't think they'd let us just die, though. They need us as much as we need them."

Kelson was starting to realize that. Talking to people, particularly Annabeth and Laura, he had found words seemingly commonly used to be completely unfamiliar. Then again, Laura was a little more patient. Maybe that came of having to teach him what a toilet and sink was.

"Oh. That explains it quite well, thank you."

Kelson shook his head.

"They need bodies. They don't need us in particular. We're hostages. Others are just as good as we are."

"No, but they already have us so why waste the effort? It's less work to just keep us alive." Besides, they needed the emotional snacks, right? Some fresh water shouldn't be too hard. Hope did all the food already. Or most of it, anyway.

"As long as we're useful, they're not going to let us die from something as mundane as starvation or thirst. Not when they can get fear or anger or sorrow out of it." If nothing else, someone could make a deal for it if things got desperate.

"Possible. But it seems equally effortless to wait for the Door to just bring in new people.It depends on their priorities and how demanding they see us currently. There's always the possibility that new prisoners will be less. Or more. It's a gamble."

It depended on how currently hungry these beings were and their own individual priorities. As far as Kelson was concerned at least.

"I guess so, but I don't think it's a gamble they'll take. There's too much uncertainty. They already have us, they know how we'll react." So why risk new people who may or may not be what they need? It couldn't be that hard to give them some water.

"We'll be alright. Or as alright as this place gets."

"True. It's always a risk though, as we don't know how they think. I don't think it's the water, it's just a possibility."

Kelson shrugged and gazed off into the water. "I'm going to scout the island. See if I can find a source for water. If you scout the other half we can get done faster."

"Sure." It wasn't a bad idea at all and she stood up, ineffectually brushing at some of the dirt on her wet jeans. Oh well. It was just clothes.

"Call me if you find anything interesting." And off she went.

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