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[noboataccident]

Matt Hooper was still groggy as he made his way out of his hotel room, he hadn't slept well the night before. Of course, considering the day he'd had yesterday, who could have. He didn't notice anything was strange until he got to the lobby which was certainly not the lobby he'd stumbled into the evening before. "Not my hotel," he announced to

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[lara_2_guns]

Up on the beach, a woman is coming up, jogging at a swift, sustained pace. She'll wave politely, but Matt has about 2 minutes before she gets to him.

For her, everything looks normal, and she's eying Matt curiously. In a minute, she'll be offering unhelpful answers to his queries, as is customary at the hotel.

[noboataccident]

Oh, look, a person. Who is also a very attractive woman. He raises a hand to wave to make sure she sees him, and starts wandering in her direction. Hopefully she'll have a few answers for him. Like why he's apparently on a completely different island from the one he'd been on last night.

[lara_2_guns]

Seeing as the fellow waved back and seems to want to talk to her, she slows down to a lope and tugs her earphones out of her ears, before slipping a hand in her pocket to turn her iPod off.

"Good morning," she offers with a sort of grin, barely out of breath.

[noboataccident]

"Hi." He grins back for a moment, which probably doesn't entirely offsent his scruffy appearance and lack of sleep. "I was hoping you could help me out here, I think I've somehow misplaced the island I was on last night, not sure that happened, and I really need to get back."