PSL: If you could bring one person with you on a desert island... (Rose & John)

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Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep...

Rose was woken by the potent combination of a siren buzzing in her ear and her heart falling into her stomach. She was strapped upright in some kind of metal room that was dropping at an alarming pace. A high window opposite her showed only blue sky.

She worked her way loose of the straps, unvelcroing and untying where necessary. She was in a round chamber filled with several of these, but they were all empty.

The falling was the only thing keeping her from dwelling on what had just happened, but even as she stumbled out of the room, she felt her chest. There was no wound, no blood, not even a hint of pain. All hint of her fight with Jack was gone.

The floor sloped steeply to one side, drawing Rose to a heavy door. She pushed against it, grunting, and within a minute it fell in. Rose held tight to the doorknob to keep from falling into the new room herself.

This room turned out to be the bridge of the ship she was on. The view out the front window was enlightening in two ways. One, its lack of obstruction by such mundane substances as glass told her that much of the crew might have been sucked outside. Two, it told her that impact would come in a matter of seconds, and it would come with sand.

Rose braced herself, grasping her Thorns, and when the ship's momentum came to a sudden stop, she launched herself back up the corridor with her magicks, slowly bringing her speed to zero. Being a wizard had its advantages.

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"Remarkably observant of you, John." Rose peers outside the wreckage of the vessel. No one in immediate sight, she steps over twisted metal and burning plastic to reach land.

Then she hears the water. She's heard it so much on her home planet that it's become basically background noise by now. Until it's taken away, that is, and then brought back. And yes - there's the shore. It's as if she never left.

"It looks like we've been given an impromptu vacation."

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John scrambles out behind her, with some soft cursing - he's had a bit of a growth spurt recently, and though he's not towering over Rose or anything, he still hasn't quite gotten used to his limbs yet. Still, he makes it out, and looks around wide-eyed.

"So... we were appearified into a spaceship that was about to crash into a beach?"

He pauses.

"Oh man. Oh shit, this is a desert island. This is going to turn into some demented, two-person Lord of the Flies shit, isn't it?"

Ever since he had to read that book for school the fall before he turned 13, he's been haunted by that pig head...

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She watches John silently as he makes his way out of the ship, and nods at his first inquiry. Then, the Smirk.

"Yes, John, you've figured it out. Unfortunately there aren't any boulders lying around that I could kill you with, or dead pigs that we could hallucinate about, but otherwise it's pretty much the same thing."

She looks out at the sea and spots a speck. "Possibly the wrong literary genre?" she says, half to herself, as she tries to get a better look. "There's something on the horizon."