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[free_now]

Michael knew it was a dumb idea before the bottle ever left his hand. Or maybe silly was a better word for it, but it didn't stop from doing it

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[thebonelady]

"No sign of unusually large marine life, right?" Temperance asked as she came up to stand on the dock as well. "...not that the signs indicate there should be a resurgence, but it's best to stay vigilant. Especially on an island with more than its statistically probably cephlapod attacks."

She peered into the water, but it told her nothing.

[free_now]

"I'm... not entirely sure I'd know what signs of a possible cephlapod attack would look like." The obvious, sure: large tentacles flailing above the surface of the water, boats being dragged down below, giant beady eyeball staring up at him through the waves. Those were all well and good, but if there were any signs, Michael would hope for something a bit more subtle, a precursor, before there was just a full blown giant squid.

[thebonelady]

"There's usually a higher concentration of much smaller squid close to shore beforehand," Temperance answered. "I suppose it's possible there could be the remains of other creatures it's devoured. Human, even."

[free_now]

"I think we're safe, in that case. I've been standing here a while and have yet to spot a squid of an size." No human remains, either, but he hoped that much went without saying.

[eggman_henry]

Arriving just in time to see Michael toss the bottle out to sea, Henry took his time in making his way down to join his patient at the end of the dock. "Message in a bottle, huh?" he said, a statement of the obvious and an observation.

[free_now]

"Message in a bottle," he repeated in answer, offering Henry a small smile. "Seemed like a good day to get that particular cliche out of the way."

[eggman_henry]

"Hey, if it helps, I say go for it, cliche or no," Henry replied with a little shrug. "I've thought about doing the same thing myself. I'm of the opinion that sometimes it just helps to write things down, even if no one's ever going to read it."

[free_now]

"It did. In some weird way or another." Maybe that made him weird, but if there was anyone on the island who had an idea of just how strange he already was, Henry was probably it. "Not really sure how, but I guess the details aren't important... That said, I highly recommend it."

[vvdanicavv]

Messages in a bottle were the kind of thing Danica expected to see a newcomer attempt, not someone who had been here long enough to know better. Not that she had even sunk that low in her first few weeks on the island. She'd leave the Hollywood shit to Kevin Costner and be happy not being lame.

She held a straw parasol, shielding herself from the sun. "And people call me delusional."

[free_now]

"I don't expect it to end up anywhere except back on the island at some point. Nothing delusional about that." And if anyone was calling Danica delusional, Michael was willing to bet that it wasn't for something as simple as tossing a bottle into the ocean and expecting it to get to someone back home.

[vvdanicavv]

"So it's just a waste of time then." Because that was better than being delusional? "Score," she deadpanned, though she cast Michael a sidelong glance a moment later, before flicking her gaze away again.

[free_now]

"Maybe to you. I don't feel like I've wasted any time, but that's just me." It gave him something to do, if only for a few minutes. "Are you expecting rain?"