[Isabel] Washed Up (tag anybody nearby)
Awareness returned slowly. A sensation: water lapping against her legs. A sound: waves on the shore. The smell of the sea. A touch of cool air on her skin.
She opened her eyes and found that she was lying on her side on a beach, with the waves lapping around her. Slowly she levered herself upright and blinked sand out of her eyes so that she could look around. The beach was deserted. Pristine, like a photograph of paradise. It looked a lot like some of the other beaches on Pacific islands which Isabel had seen in the last couple of months.
But she wasn't supposed to be on a beach. She stood on wobbly legs and walked up onto the dry sand, wincing as the sun made its first appearance above the treeline. The temperature started to rise rapidly. Isabelle surveyed the scene while trying to cast her mind back to the previous night. She'd been on a ship, with the others. There'd been a storm. They'd used their powers to repair a hole in the hull, even Liz managing to lend a hand with her erratic abilities. And then... nothing. She must have gone overboard, floated here. Maybe she'd hit her head.
Judging by how weak she was now, she might have drained herself to unconsciousness trying to keep the ship afloat.
"I guess I ought to count myself lucky I didn't drown," she said to herself. There was no sign of any of the others. They were probably on the ship, looking for her, or maybe elsewhere on this island. She instinctively shied away from considering the possibility that they were dead, avoiding it so well that her conscious mind didn't even register it. Panic could come later.
By the treeline she spied what looked like a trail leading inland. Perhaps there were people here already. They would know their way around, know how to help. Isabel looked down at herself. Her clothes were a mess, with salt water marks and creases and sand and bits of seaweed stuck to them. Concentrating, she ran a hand down them and dispelled the dirt and water. Sand and seaweed fell all around her, and the creases smoothed themselves out. Another swipe of the hand groomed her hair, although she didn't feel really clean. She never did until she'd had a shower or a good bath. Soap was always necessary, no matter how much her powers let her continue to look immaculate at all times.
Satisfied that she no longer looked like a dishevelled wreck - and that her powers were returning to some of their former capabilities after the previous night's exertion - Isabel followed the trail into the trees. It quickly vanished, leaving her to flounder her way through patches of undergrowth. She proceeded for a while, trying to keep to the easiest route and trying to keep a bearing on which way the beach was so that she could go back.
The sun had risen a fair way before she came to a clearing. Ahead she saw a metal door, set into an outcropping, with a strange symbol on it. The ground all around looked trampled, like a field after a fete. There were definitely people here.
She wondered if she should go and knock on the door and see if anybody answered, but caution prevailed, and she remained in the tree line to wait and see if anybody came by.
OOC note: So this is Isabel's arrival on the island. When anybody gets around to coming outside The Staff for a bit, you might meet her perhaps.