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Notes from an Even Smaller Island
"Sure," Amanda replied, trying not to sound too relieved at the weight being taken off her shoulder.

She had been half-expecting an objection to stopping from Lucilly, who had been leading the way all this time. She had seemed determined to go somewhere, even if it seemed that the somewhere was as far away from that lab as they could.

They'd even continued walking when the bell had rung, the first sign that there had been anyone else apart from the four of them about. It might have been interesting to check the bell out. Then again, it might have been a trap. But, instead they had climbed the stairs once more.

Was she looking for some place in particular? Still, she was fine with them resting here. Amanda couldn't read the girl at all.

"Right," she said, grabbing onto the handle of the closest door. "Let's find out what's behind door number one."

She pulled the handle as hard as she could, but the door refused to budge. She rattled the door a few more times, hoping that she might dislodge something, but no such luck. The door was still as unopened as when she started.

"Okay, so maybe door number one doesn't want to be opened."

Was it locked? Or was it just another sign of how ancient the whole building was. It probably looked far older than it actually was, having been abandoned for so long. It was actually kind of sad, how the entire building was left a wreck, left to slowly return back to the earth it stood on.

"Ugh, guess we've gotta try other doors."

The World Turned Upside Down
((Skipping Hazel with permission))

His face was still red.

There was something he should be doing right now. He could be helping the girl up, checking for a first aid kit, doing anything apart from just standing there and watching her struggle to stand, his hand rubbing against the spot on his arm where he had been touched.

He barely registered the girl introducing herself, leaving an awkward pause before he made his own introduction.

"Um, I'm Jordan," he said. “Nice to meet you.”

I guess, his thoughts continued.

It probably wasn’t their first meeting after all. He was pretty sure he knew her from somewhere. Her name was familiar. He should have known her. From class? Theater? He couldn't remember. He should have been able to remember. There weren't that many people in school. But how many of them did he really know very well? Too many faces that he couldn't put a name to, too many names he couldn't put a face to.

Wait a minute. Time to back up a second. Had he heard her right? That was something a little more important than trying to remember who Tara was.

"Sorry, what did you mean by not alright?”

But the question was already dead when he even finished articulating it. Tara was already running off, and the figure at the top of the slopes seemed to be the reason for that. She’d even thanked them for helping her as she grabbed her bag, but Jordan could only feel as if they had done nothing to help her at all.

He had half a mind to follow, but there was no way he could catch up. But that seemed like it was too much effort to get the answer to his question. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to know the answer.

"That was..." he turned back in Hazel's rough direction, "Weird."

The figure that Tara had pointed out was making their way down the slopes towards them. They didn’t look armed, but it still paid to be wary.

“I’m not sure if we should stay here either. Wanna go?”

His eyes made fleeting eye contact with Hazel, but he turned away immediately.

Notes from an Even Smaller Island
((Amanda Tan continued from You Could Have A Dream About Losing Your Friends))

Sunlight was a welcome friend.

Whether it was in Singapore or in Arizona, the warmth of the sun was the one thing that was a constant in her life. To feel it now, dim as it was through the barred, broken window was like meeting an old friend for the first time in an age.

And yet, she didn't dare to get too close to the window to get a better view, too much grime, too many sharp edges, too much rust. So she simply stared out the window as they passed it.

Everything felt a little off about the view. The sky was an uneven blue, a couple clouds floating by without a care in a world. No planes, no ships, nothing. Even the sea seemed dead, it's unfamilliar blue, rather than the usual harbor green, a sure sign that they were far away from anything that she had ever known.

Emma was still gripping onto her shoulder for support. In all honesty, Amanda felt as if she needed some herself. Fear was nipping at her at the back of her mind somewhere, but she felt she managed to keep it under wraps.

It was the same fear of death, she decided, that made it so easy for people to kill on SotF. You don't think about shooting other people in self defense unless you're a complete gun nut. Guns were unnecessary in normal situations but this was the furthest thing from normal you could get. She likely wouldn't have touched a gun if she wasn't here, but it seemed like the only line between her and whoever decided to play the game.

Not that a gun would protect her all that much, she reflected. She didn't know how to shoot, she didn't know gun safety, she didn't know anything. But she didn't need to use it. Deterrence was better than war after all. If someone wanted her dead, she'd probably not make it, but if someone was already thinking twice, holding on to a gun might just make all the difference in the world.

"Guys, you know we can't move that fast over here, right?" Lucilly and Jaime were just a little bit ahead of them further down the hallway. It was probably annoying having to wait for her and Emma to move slowly, but really, her shoulder was beginning to hurt. This was a slightly worse idea than she'd thought it'd be.

But Amanda was too much of a bleeding heart to stop helping now, even if she had no clue why Emma wasn't feeling well. God be damned if she was going to leave someone alone when they were feeling unwell. Not on this island.

"How about we take a break around here. These are the wards, right? Betcha some of these rooms have beds."

You Could Have A Dream About Losing Your Friends
((Mild GMing approved by Kamikaze))

Good. Everyone was agreed then.

Emma seemed to have some trouble getting back up on her feet.

Was she okay? Amanda had heard the clatter of the fall earlier, but it didn't sound like it was that bad.

As the conversation turned towards crazies and lobotomies, Amanda could only guess that Emma was overwhelmed by everything in here. It wasn't too surprising. The room seemed to do it's best to make them all feel terrible.

"Need some help?" she asked, motioning towards her shoulder with a tilt of her head. "Hang on to my shoulder for a bit."

It was a little funny. She'd put away her torch because it was a little inconvenient and now she was acting as a human crutch for someone holding the torch.

The pressure was a little more than she had expected and Emma was just short enough to make walking like this really awkward, but she probably wouldn't have to do this for too long. She'd better not have to.

Lucilly was already making her way out, an action that was more than a slight surprise give how passive the girl had been so far.

"Alright, guess we're already moving."

((Amanda Tan continued in Notes from an Even Smaller Island))

The World Turned Upside Down
Hazel was way too fast.

Sure she was a runner, but did she really need to go that fast?

Jordan could only follow along at his own walking pace, only catching up with her several seconds after she stopped near the girl who had fallen down the slope.

The girl's face was familiar enough for him to know that he should recognise her from somewhere, but he didn't. He couldn't. Was she a senior? There were too few people in school he really knew.

She didn't exactly look like she was fine either. It didn't look like she was seriously injured, but the slope was steep and she'd fallen quite a distance. At least her comments proved that she was conscious, even if he couldn't empathise with her sense of humour.

Hazel seemed to sense his discomfort, turning back to give him a rub on his arm. Jordan was surprised at the unexpected touch, feeling blood rushing to his cheeks, and all he could think about was how much of a stereotypical teenager he was being. It was just a touch after all. It was just a friendly gesture. There was no reason for him to be reacting like this at all.

He turned his attention back towards the other girl instead, hoping that carrying on like nothing was wrong would make it right.

"Was it-" he paused for a second, struggling to make coherent sense of his thoughts. "Did someone do this to you?"

You Could Have A Dream About Losing Your Friends
Lucilly was searching through her bag now, and Amanda couldn't help but watch, leaning against the operating table to get a better look.

It looked the same stuff that she found in her bag, food, water, and the same bunch of manuals that were a weird mix of sketchy, useful, and distasteful.

Lucilly seemed to find something as well, it's bright colour setting it apart from the other objects. Lucilly pulled it out from the bag.

"Okay. That's just wrong. Why did they even..." The terrorists had a really shitty sense of humour. Who even used magazines anymore- Nope. She was stopping that thought right there, and forgetting everything about it. That was probably for the better.

Amanda clutched the rifle a little tighter. Was she the only one who had gotten a weapon? She wasn't exactly the first person she'd entrust with one, that much was already made clear. And yet, she wasn't about to give it up either. She was going to hold on to it for as long as she could.

In any case, Emma and Lucilly were right about getting out of here. The bagstrap was already beginning to dig into her shoulder and, even if her windbreaker was waterproof, the damp was starting to get to her.

"But yeah, the two of them are right. I'm not sure how safe it is outside, but I'd rather take the risk than stay in here for the rest of my life. I'd prefer to be somewhere warm where we can dry off."

Amanda paused a second.

"It's not like staying in here will make us any safer anyway," she said.

It really didn't matter whether Jaime was going to object. Amanda was leaving and there was a good chance someone was likely to follow.

She picked up the things up from the table, stuffing the torch back into her bag. It didn't quite fit very well now that she'd moved some of the things about, but she'd been having too much trouble holding both things in her hands. Actually, shouldn't someone else be holding on to a torch instead?

"So? Anyone coming with?" she asked.

Eclipse Phase: Robotic Turtle Edition
Totally up for this. The setting looks really cool.

What days are you free, normally? Everyday but Wednesday, but if most of the players are in/near EST, then Fridays and Saturdays are best.
What times are you free on those days, normally? Please use EST. On Fridays and Saturdays anytime from 7pm onwards. On other days, I'll only be free in the mornings, from 8am onwards.
What's your experience with tabletop RPGs in general? I've played lots of DnD (3.5 ,4 and 5e), a little CthulhuTech and AdEva as well as several rules-lite systems. I've run a campaign in 5e before, but that was a published adventure.
Can you use Discord? I'm parked there all the time anyway so that's a thing.
Can you tolerate a nerd who really likes robots as your GM? Is there another kind of GM?

You Could Have A Dream About Losing Your Friends
The whole situation was absurd.

She had a weapon pointing at Jaime, she'd asked them to calm down, and despite all that, Jaime seemed to be far more calm than she was herself.

Amanda turned her weapon down slowly, as if she was only now aware of how dangerous a rifle was. Sure, she knew what they did, but it had seemed, like any other tool when she had first picked it up. It felt different now, having pointed it at someone. It was clear how easy it was to actually kill someone. It was far too easy to just pull a trigger and kill someone.

"Alright, alright. It's down." Amanda tried to sound calm but between her unsteady breaths and her , it was clear enough that she wasn't.

Amanda fidgeted with both objects in her hands for a moment, avoiding eye contact with Jaime. To top everything off, there didn't seem to be a comfortable way to hold both the torch and the rifle so that she wouldn't point them at anyone, and she eventually decided to lean both against the operating table, casting a weird spotlight on the opposite wall.

Emma broke the near silence, and Amanda could only agree with that. Any plan was better than whatever she was doing so far, which had been looking about and panicking.

Even if no one was playing, it was more than likely that accidents were going to happen, given how close she had been to one right here.

"I looked around outside for a bit. Haven't actually seen anyone. It's not exactly very nice out there either. It was just a dim corridor. I guess it leads out."

Sitting here in the darkness wasn't going to do them any good, in any case. It was cold and damp and just really terrible in general.

"So..." Amanda tried to segue into the question in a natural manner, "What weapons did you guys end up with anyway?"

The World Turned Upside Down
Jordan only gave a knowing nod, not really willing to deny Hazel's statements about his athleticism anymore.

He didn't really know Isaac. Jordan had never really interacted with the seniors outside of theater all that much anyway. He was a sprinter, that much he knew, but even though Isaac was known to be a complete asshole, Jordan didn't exactly have it in him to dislike a person he didn't really know.

Of course he had heard the things that Isaac had done, there were too many inane things that had happened for him to not hear any of it. But somehow it had never felt all that real. Just another story from the rumour mill about people who barely felt like they even existed.

Somehow, the thought made him feel a little left out of the conversation, even if there was only Hazel and him here. Still, it was a real comfort that Hazel was willing to joke around. For all that had happened several moments ago, things were seeming somewhat alright.

He continued to look out at the ocean, the vivid blue stretching out to the edge of the horizon, the distant waves crashing against the shore below. It was almost hypnotising, watching the endless motion of the water, the rhythmic motion a relaxing sight.

“No one could have expected being here,” he said. “They’d have to be crazy if they did.”

But their conversation was cut off by the sight of someone falling down the slopes. He could only watch as the girl rolled to a stop at the bottom of the hill.

Was she okay? The girl was just far enough him to be completely unsure.

Part of him screamed that he should rush over to help, but he found himself falling behind Hazel instead, as if he could somehow hide his six-foot frame behind her.

“We should go over and help, right?”