An introduction.

[graspingpearls]

And on the deck will appear a very lovely teenage girl looking disoriented and confused. But despite all this confusion, she seems to be glancing around, searching for something. Someone. She remains clinging to the railing for now, too uncertain of why she is once again alive to bring herself to try and move anywhere else.

Typist: Wendla, from

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[minaharker10_2]

*eyes a bit too focused on her neck* You look...lost.

[graspingpearls]

... I think I might be.

[minaharker10_2]

Everyone is lost here, I think. But it's not a bad place to be lost, I suppose. *runs her tongue over her teeth unconsciously; she hasn't fed in a few nights*

[Typist: ...DM!Mina wants to feed from the most random people.]

[graspingpearls]

*oddlooks her, finding something rather strange* But I cannot be here. I need to get back...

[minaharker10_2]

*quietly* I'm afraid that I don't think we can get back...the boat is in the middle of nowhere, and it never seems to go anywhere, though it always moves...I'm sorry, but there doesn't seem to be anything you can do to leave.

[graspingpearls]

*sighs* I suppose it wouldn't matter. Any way you look at it, I am dead.

[minaharker10_2]

*but she can smell Wendla's blood and hear her pulse in her ears, and she's alive, she's alive* You're not dead.

[graspingpearls]

... Well, I am not alive.

[minaharker10_2]

*frowns* But you are. *takes one of Wendla's hands and places it against Wendla's own heart* See. It's beating.

[graspingpearls]

*blinks* It was not doing that a moment ago.

[minaharker10_2]

Well, it is now. You are alive.