what the fuck

a shriek, literally a loud, high-pitched cry made its way through noah’s lip at logan’s actions. their eyes open like saucers and hands raised in front of them, mid-motion because it was too late to keep the girlfrom snatching one of the glowing, weird-as-fuck mushrooms in front of them.    “  logan  ”    they whined, arms dropping defeated at their sides.    “  why did you do that, fucking cripes, they could be venomous?  ”    yet it was hard they were, logan seemed absolutely fine … for now. then, at her words, noah let out a snort — this island was in fact a goddamned freaky thing.    “  yeah, wicked, but also unknown and potentially dangerous. are you feeling okay? any tickles or stings in your hands? any nausea or dizziness?  ”    they interrogated with concern, and next:    “  we should make a taste, see if they're edible or something, although i’ve never trusted natural glowing things.  ”    much less those with the ability to glow in the light of day, especially because they have never seen such thing.

logan couldn't help but nearly burst into laughter at noah's reaction to her picking up the mushroom. like, ok, she gets it, especially given noah's whole thing, but it was still fucking hilarious. "hey now," logan started while shielding the mushroom from noah's cautious hands — it was by instinct, despite the reality that they probably wouldn't have touched it at all given they were trying to stop logan from touching it, — "lighten up, right? there's always a bright side, isn't there?" she turned on her heel, pacing back and forth just a few times. "okay, listen: if it was venemous, i guess we'd find out soon enough. you'd tell the others how tragically i died... or not, maybe i just wind up poisoned for a period, hmm? anyway, then they all know to stay away! if it's not venemous... well then, we just found some really cool fuckin' mushrooms."

logan admired the mushroom, somehow still glowing even after being plucked from the earth. "and for the record... no. no, i do not feel any strange side effects." logan's face lit up at the word edible, noah apparently thinking exactly what she was. "hey, you read my mind!!" she watched noah drop to the ground, thinking they were going to pick one for themself, but was quickly bored seeing they were doing... not that. tired of waiting, logan popped the mushroom in her mouth whole, making a face at the oddness of it.

lula    blinks,    taken    aback,    as    she    listens    to    logan    speak.    ❝    are    you    feeling    alright?    ❞    she    asks,    brows    knitting    together    in    concern.    she'd    never    considered    the    plausibility    of    the    loch    ness    monster    before.    really,    she'd    never    had    reason    to.    and,    honestly,    she    didn't    really    want    to    sit    around    and    think    about    whether    or    not    those    blurry    photos    were    whale    dicks.    ❝    what    brought    that    up?    personally,    my    favorite    conspiracy    theory    to    try    to    unravel    is    that    the    earth    is    round,    yes,    but    also    hollow.    flat    earth    theory    is    out,    hollow    earth    theory    is    in.    ❞

logan followed noah along with no qualms whatsoever. she was on this mission for them, to help. honestly, grateful to be tagging along at all. this island had felt incredibly lonely thus far. logan, normally introverted but feeling desperate for human contact here, tried to make connections, but everyone was... hard to reach. like a bad phone signal. shrugging happily, logan listened to noah's direction and turned when they said which way to go. and then her heart promptly dropped into her asshole. "holy... shit..." she whispered to herself, possibly quiet enough noah couldn't even hear her.

As she flipped to the next page, she spared a glance over her shoulder to the rescue fire to double check it was still burning just to notice someone bent over the fire, poking at the logs. “Aren’t you hot? It’s like, a hundred degrees.”

And just like that, the paper was gone. Logan peered into the fire, her eyes burning. She'd like to pretend that it was just the fire, but as a tear rolled down her face, she continued to stare into it, not caring how scorching it was.

Snapping her head in the direction of someone speaking, she wiped the tear away with a swipe of her hand and cleared her throat. "I'm fine." She looked once again into the fire, then stepped away. "I just... never mind." She eyed the other skeptically. "What's it matter, anyway?"

Amie hated just sitting on the beach for a month. Really, what was she to do? There was some trading of resources, she got to read a random book someone had brought along but already finished themself. But she didn't have the skills to help in any large way that the group needed. She couldn't hunt, she couldn't fish, she didn't know how to make food over an open fire, she didn't even pack clothes that would allow her to safely walk through much of the jungle and explore, so she mostly just sat at the beach. Boring.

When there was a suggestion for expeditions, she happily volunteered to go on one. But she couldn't go with the one group into the jungle -- again, she did not have proper clothes. So she chose the other one. The smoke would be interesting to investigate, she guesses. At least it's something to do after a month of doing nothing and just waiting to be rescued. And that idea of being rescued seems less and less realistic as the days go on.

Now, they were walking. And it seemed to be going on forever, and she was tired. Totally exasperated and exhausted, she let out some kind of mixture between a yawn and a sigh, before just asking aloud, "How much longer do you think we have to go?"

Honestly, the way she was feeling, she didn't know how she'd be useful to anyone. The sluggish feeling was taking over her entire body, her bones slow, and her muscles just begging her to take a rest.

"I dunno," Logan sighed. As she spoke, she nearly tripped, her left food crossing behind her right. She caught herself, however, and decided to take a moment. Leaning a forearm against a nearby tree, she huffed. "It didn't seem this far away. Did it? Maybe I'm losing it."

they were too injured to attempt the climb more than the one time she'd already attempted. the lingering vision issues even days later kept their feet firmly on the ground for now. athena couldn't help but wonder if there were other survivors. if the tail end of the plane had survived. or if this island was uninhabited... they hadn't seen anyone yet but that didn't mean a lot considering it did look large.

'its not like the snack carts were unlimited. though there may be some of those nips left over if you feel like fighting off the others.''

"screw the bananas, screw fighting the others for snack items, i'm going hunting."

she didn't know what kind of animals were on this island, but thankfully, finally logan was grateful that she was no stranger to hunting. the most difficult part wasn't catching and taking down the actual animal, but makeshifting a weapon to do so with.

"you gonna come with?" logan asked, heading toward the treeline, meanwhile scanning the ground for something she could use to hunt with.

She nodded along to what the other was saying, before speaking herself, "Ah, getting lost people-watching, I have been there a fair share of times myself," She gave a small, reassuring smile. The other could be lying, she'd have to keep her guard up a bit, until she got to know these people better. But there was no reason to make a sworn enemy on day one over what truly could have been a misunderstanding.

The reassuring smile quickly turned into a more sad one, however, especially thinking that yes ... they are here, which is amazing, but their parents didn't. With her sad smile, and a nod, she continued, "Yeah, they are cute, and it is such a miracle they are here," She looked back at the kids before looking back at the woman in front of her -- Logan, she said her name was, "I'm their au pair. Their parents sadly didn't make it. I have yet to explain that to them, though, and I truly don't know how I'm going to," She ran her hand through her hair, before offering, "You could join us over there if you would like? There is some more shade."

She offered Büşra a small smile, however, hoping that a little bit of friendship might help the situation instead. "I would love that. We haven't been here long, and somehow there's already this awful feeling of loneliness washing over me. Maybe it's like... preparation or something. Survival skills telling me 'eat or be eaten'. I'm hoping none of that is necessary." She cracked another small grin, shaking her head.

"So, what are their names?"

She calculated her options. She wanted to check this other person out, make sure they knew she knew they were watching them and also maybe even checking if they were okay. But, at the same time, leaving the kids by themselves wasn't the smartest idea in the world. After calculating everything, she asked Zoe, the eldest sibling and the one who was going to eight at the end of February, to look after her younger siblings. And she got up, and made herself over to where the other person was, whilst periodically looking back at the kids to make sure they were okay.

Reaching to directly in front of the other woman, she spoke, "Hi, I'm Büşra, I noticed you were um," She paused a moment, trying to figure out if there was a better, less accusatory word than 'staring' as she didn't want to anger the person, especially if it did turn out that their intentions were pure, and eventually coming up with, "looking over at me and the kids. Was there something we could help you with?" She asked, giving a fake smile.

"Shit," Logan said simply, then kicked herself for that amazing response. "I'm sorry." She stood up quickly, rubbing her hands together and shaking the sand off, then quickly wiped the tear off of her face. "I wasn't trying to stare. Or, like, be creepy." She offered a half smile. "I just got... distracted, I guess." She gestured to the kids. "I just hadn't thought about the little lives on the plane."

She wanted to say something like, 'it's sad,' but that was fucking obvious and an idiotic statement to make. She didn't really know what to say that wasn't stupid. "I'm Logan. Sorry again. They're really cute, I'm glad they're at least... here..." she trailed off, realizing she probably sounded like an asshole. She sighed, and dropped her head, deciding to stop talking there.