#thread.tej

The place seemed in disarray, which was fair, given the amount of huge robot hornets and what little anyone could do to stop them. They were flying by in droves, or coming at people in groups of three or more. Some people were hiding, some were trying to stop them, mostly it seemed as if these things had all gotten a plan told to them before setting for the beach, and then somewhere upon arrival half of them had forgotten the directive. Meanwhile, Adarsh, resident healer, was trying to do his part. He had a moment to shine here, a situation in which he could both test out his ability, and gain some good will among the populus. There really wasn’t a better moment. 

He felt the results of the healing however, the exhaustion that slowly seeped into his bones. He’d rest at the medi-centre later. Right now he went places where there were plenty of people, where he had the possibility to use his powers. 

And the hub certainly managed to take the cake. And it seemed safe for exactly three seconds before the chaos started. The buzzing rippled through the air as suddenly a large group of the robots flew overhead and descended towards the place. 

Food.

A human needed food and water to survive. All the other stuff was not as important as that.

Food and water.

And he figured that his best chance at sparking some memory was through food. He’d read that somewhere, he must’ve, because that factual information had been kept by his amnesiac brain. 

The Island might’ve taken everything else from him, but not information. He didn’t know if he’d read it, seen it, or heard it. But he knew it.

The Warehouse seemed like a good place to start, for some reason he didn’t want to stray too far away from the cruise ship - that information too he stored away as perhaps important.

It had food, enough food, different foods. Maybe the taste of something familiar would jog a memory free.

But after having touched and tasted several items, all of which he knew the names of and a few recipes to make from them, he was still as blank a slate as before.

And it only took a mere ten minutes for frustration to hit. He accidentally stubbed his toe against one of the crates and cursed the fowlest words he could come up with. All in that unknown language it would seem.

It wasn't often that Adarsh was requested to get out of the medicentre to help someone, usually they came to him, and when it was an actual emergency it was Akhila who went out to get whomever had fallen - it was usually people who fell. Fell off things, fell onto things, fell out of things.

Moving through the camp towards the tower, looking over the text again to figure out where exactly he could find this person.

The first thing he saw was Tej, he's not sure where he stood with the other, but he also didn't think about it too long when the face of the 'injured person' came into view. He had his reservations about some people, this one in particular had clearly been avoiding him, making Adarsh draw serious conclusions that he was hiding something: perhaps he knew more of this island than anyone else.

"You!" he shouted, as he strode towards Tej and the possible scientist, the latter instantly jumped up and started running towards the tunnels. "Stop!"