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Karkat Vantas gash across chest => 19 => Irish	Terezi Pyrope sliced up hands and knees => 20 => Spanish-American	Nepeta Leijon fine => 18 => Mixing-pot American	Tavros Nitram able to walk, fine => 19 => Mexican-American	Rose Lalonde fine => 20 => French-American	Dave Strider fractured arm => 20 => French-American
Green Oak & Arcanine various cuts => 23 => Japanese	Damian Wayne broken nose => 18 => Arabic/American	Matthew Kirkland-Bonnefoy nasty bruises => 21 => French	Midori Komaki fine => 18 => Japanese	Souji Seta fine => 20 => Japanese	Dib Membrane head injury => 20 => Caucasian-American
Kex Martin rips up back, breaks a few ribs => 18 => British	Aaron Martin fine => 14 => British	Valerie Oak hurts leg => 32 => Italian-American	Cyril Ljungdahl fucked up lungs => 17 => Swedish-American	Danny Conners cut down temple => 18 => Mixing-pot American	Fuuka Yamagishi dislocated shoulder, bruises => 18 => Japanese

VEE

Marceline [ jungle ] mild insanity, deathless, ageless => 72, stuck at 19 => French	Zim [ DHARMA ] insane => 22 => Italian	Dimitri Rejkavich [ Other ] fine, hidden => 33 => Russian-French	Gamzee Makara concussion => 19 => Caucasian-American	Jade Harley & Becquerel twisted ankle => 20 => Japanese-American	Kanaya Maryam cuts => 21 => African-American
Vriska Serket broken arm, one-blinded, severe burns => 20 => Latino-American	Equius Zahhak impaled leg (flesh wound) => 20 => Caucasian-American	John Egbert bruises, gashes => 20 => Japanese-American	Eridan Ampora broken wrist => 19 => Anglo-Phillipino	Rise Kujikawa scrapes and bruises => 19 => Japanese	Kara Zor-el burns, gashes => 18 => German-American
Kurt Hummel scratches, bruises => 17 => Caucasian-American	Alfred Kirkland-Bonnefoy fine => 22 => Anglo-American	Zack Fair fine => 24 => Australian-American	Harry Potter cut on forehead, broken arm => 13 => British	{ . . . } amnesia, cuts on head => 26 => Japanese-American	Ryou Bakura gash in arm => 18 => Anglo-Japanese

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[Karkat's shirt is soaked with blood, leeching out from a cut across his chest. It still stings, and it's probably not as clean as it should be, but at least the bleeding has just about stopped. His patching up can wait, other people are worse off.]

[His legs feel wobbly but he ignores it, stepping cautiously between salvaged bags, bits of plane, branches, and people caring for each other or just freaking out. A girl wearing far too much pink is wailing without any evidence of injuries, so he keeps walking.]

[A boy about his age with a purple streak in his hair was cradling his arm under a tree, and that seemed like a good place to start. He hadn't realized how bright the sun was until he stepped into the shade and instantly felt his eyes relax.]

Hey. Need some help?

[His guard is still up, because he doesn't know this guy, and he kinda looks like an asshole. Regardless, he's not going to leave anyone in need.]

[Eridan had absconded from the wreckage quickly, and by the time he found somewhere with some goddamn shade to sit that was far enough from the chaos to go unnoticed, he was pretty sure he'd fucked up his wrist more than the plane crash had. Fucking, just...fuck, this was going badly.]

[So he's been sobbing under this god forsaken tree on a god forsaken island, cradling his wrist and wishing he could be cradling a cuppa in his perfectly fine hands. But no, sobbing and trying to not set the bones in a more broken fashion than they already are, and maybe he'll return to the group later but--oh shit he's been found fuck. He looks up, glares beyond his tears and smudged glasses. Scrawny, pale, freckled red-head. Accent. Irish.]

About time.

[He snarls, and is every bit openly unpleasant as he seems. He's just angry and frustrated and this guy caught him crying, he'll...warm up eventually. Maybe. Sometime after he stops giving Karkat's hair and complexion nasty looks.]

[Something in Karkat's chest flares up angrily and his body language shifts quickly to a more defensive stance. Looks like he wasn't wrong about this guy. Hipster douchebag to the max. Still, Karkat can't ignore the fact that there is clearly a physical injury here, and as much as he's going to have to grit his teeth through this encounter, he needs to do something.]

If you knew you needed fucking medical attention you shouldn't have run off, moron.

[He sighs heavily and rubs his temples with both hands. He can feel a headache coming on.]

Look, I don't have any damn medical training, but they included first aid in my high school health class.

[He puts his hands on his hips and scowls down at the boy on the ground.]

But I'm the best you've got, there are a couple of people with really fucking nasty burns and I swear I saw a guy with no god damn skin on his back. Let me see your fucking wrist.

[He kneels down, and even though his face is still set in an angry expression, his eyes are soft and concerned.]

[He snorts and shows no sympathy for said skinless back man. There are tears in his eyes, that is clearly more important.]

An' get roped into tryin' to tell everyone it's goin' to be alright? Fuck that.

[And he's uncurled himself, but not without some fierce glaring and returned scowls. Eye-to-eye, much better.]

You think first aid is goin' to actually do somethin' about my wrist? You're a soddin' idiot if you are honestly goin' to try that on me.

[But he's looking pretty ready to lead his wrist over, just being a douche about it.]

[Karkat rolls his eyes and continues with his judgement of this boy's attitude. He really doesn't have the right to, given his own discomfort with this crowd of people, but come on. This dude is just being stupid.]

Yeah, because not having to tell women and children it's going to be okay is a great fucking alternative to getting your injuries looked at.

[Karkat grits his teeth and digs his bitten-short fingernails into his palms.]

Look, asshole, I get that we're all fucking scared, but if you're going to insult me for trying to help you, we are going to have a goddamn problem. If your wrist is actually broken, you need to get a fucking splint on it or you are going to make it a fuckton worse.

[For all of his anger, his hands are surprisingly gentle when he takes Eridan's arm and carefully examines it.]

Fuck, yeah, that's broken.

[He pauses, then sighs and reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a bottle of painkillers.]

You'd better fucking appreciate this, these are for my migraines.

[Today is absolutely the worst day of Midori's life since her mother died. She's physically fine save for her general emotional distress, and none of her friends or family had been on the plane. But she doesn't care. She is stranded on an island far from home, people were bleeding everywhere, her feet hurt, it's hot, she misses her family and nothing is okay.]

[She's curled up under a chunk of plane which is serving to hide her from the sun. She's a whimpery, sobbing mess under there.]

[Matt's okay, the people pulled from the plane are...kind of okay, stabilized at the best, and his new hero friends are all good and keeping things in shape. A couple of guys have started the leadership positions, and once the glory attention had faded off of him he decided to go explore the burning remnants of the plane. There could be supplies, people, and a lot of stuff to build shelters with in there that they didn't get before.]

[So he's double-checking the wreckage, making rounds, and oh? He hears the sad sobbings of a damsel. Instincts lead him to a pretty solid foundation of plane chunks, and if it weren't in danger of getting hit by the tide he'd suggest it be let be. But it's not long until he's squatting in front of her, wiping his forehead--god it's hot--and cocking his head.]

Hey....you hurt, miss?

[He seems pretty upbeat for a guy in this mess, really. Could be that he just found a very pretty Japanese girl under some plane bits.]

[Midori squeaks at the sudden change in lighting when Alfred's body blocks the sun. It's a stupid thing to be startled by, but she's on high alert and everything is enough to frighten her. She nudges her glasses out of the way to wipe at her eyes, hiccuping on another little sob.]

N-no...

[Well, she has a few bruises in weird places from the plane shaking around and she's pretty sure she's never been this close to throwing up from stress before, but given some of the people she'd caught glimpses of? She was fine.]

[She shuffles shakily out of her little ball, extracting her face from her knees and pushing them into the sand instead. She makes eye contact with the nice boy who's found her and her eyes well up with tears again.]

This... This is so scary!

['Scary' doesn't really cover it, but her english vocabulary is child-level, and she doesn't know a better word.]

[A-aw, girl, no no no, you look so sad. A pang of upset hits Alfred's face, and he shuffles a bit closer.]

Yeah--yeah, it's pretty scary.

[He holds out a hand to her, managing a smile that he's surprised is still in stock after all the crazy shit that's gone down.]

C'mon, you look like you could use some water.

[Midori blinks at that hand for a long moment, then takes it and uses it to pull herself forward. They're abruptly closer than she had expected, and she just rolls with it and pushes her face into this unfamiliar man's shoulder. She's trembling and he's stable and that's really what she needs right now.]

W-water would be nice...

[Midori, you are drunk. He can't possibly get you water while you are clinging to him like that.]

Thank you...

[Terezi has never been so happy to be blind.]

[She can't see what's happened to Vriska, even if she knows. She knows that the blood on her clothes isn't all hers. She's never held Vriska this gently, never even really held her at all. The pain killers they'd fished out of a bag weren't strong enough for burns, a ruined eye, or a broken arm.]

[She runs her fingers gently over her friend's healthy shoulder, trying to comfort and reassure herself that she hasn't lost her. The damp fabric rubbing against her open cuts doesn't bother her. It barely even registers.]

[Vriska feels like she'll die with only half the sight she's had all her life.]

[God, it all hurts and she's still peeling bits of fabric from her burns, crushing her blue lip between her teeth as she does. It's bloody and disgusting but she is a strong bitch and fuck she wants to lose it. But she can't, she will not cry and if she cries it will be into Terezi's chest or hair and during the night. She can handle this...the painkillers have helped, but there's just something about a broken and burned arm, burns cascading down her side and ending at her hip, and a fire-ruined eye that just, well, it hurts.]

[Another strip of fabric is pulled from her scorched flesh and she's done for now. She fumbles to grip one of Terezi's hands, just like they did usually, only this time it seemed Vriska needed to know she was there more than Terezi needed her. She looks up at a group of people huddled around someone bleeding horribly, and glares.]

[She hisses in erratic Spanish,] Are the fake doctors getting over here any time soon?

[Her breath is labored, and she realizes she hasn't seen Terezi's cane in a while. Fuck. And she is so damn subdued by pain that she doesn't have it in her to snap some kind of cruel tease to her friend.]

If no one can find your cane I'll make you one.

[Terezi is simultaneously worried about and comforted by the way Vriska is moving against her. The fact that she's moving at all means that she isn't dead, that she has a chance of being okay. But at the same time, she probably shouldn't be moving, and Terezi knows enough from her own history of injuries that it's hard to leave things alone.]

[Vriska's hand slips into Terezi's and it's second nature to hold on. Her other hand drifts into Vriska's hair, gently running long, red-painted nails along her scalp. The atmosphere is thick and nauseatingly tense, and the comforting gesture comes naturally. For all of their fighting, at heart, this is what life is for them- clinging to one another for solid ground to stand on. Vriska takes her hand and leads her through crowded streets, and Terezi comforts Vriska while she suffers on an unfamiliar beach.]

[She mutters back in Spanish as well, some venom in her tone.]

If they don't, I will have to question their priorities. Violently.

[Terezi nods and leans down to let her chin and nose rest in Vriska's hair. She smells like smoke and blood and only a little like Vriska.]

[Vriska is intensely positive that there is no one better to have crash landed onto an unknown island with a bunch of losers than Terezi. Terezi is her friend, her source of questionable sexuality, and her sister in how torn apart they are separate but tied at the wrists they are together. When the world turns its back on one of them, the other is there to hold her in the night, no matter the angry taunts and cruel jabbings they may deliver, regardless. They are as much friends as they are rivals, and that's something Vriska has never thought she'd appreciate so much before.]

[They are also touch-based, and Vriska knows when Terezi is smelling her by now. She doesn't comment on it, it's how Terezi works and that's okay. It's comforting in how real Terezi is beside her, around her and close to her even if she smells like shit and looks even worse--not that the looks matter to Terezi, which is a nice change from time-to-time. Vriska rubs her thumb along Terezi's hand, trying to tell her without words that she's calm for now and there, always there, and very much awake and alive.]

[The rubs get tense when she tries to move her mangled arm.]

...I think they're going to have to cut it off. I can't move it, it's useless.

[Valerie has successfully fashioned herself a walking stick to compensate for the fact that she messed up her knee on her second trip back into the remains of the plane. She's had much worse injuries on the job, and she's one of the oldest people here. This is her time to shine.]

[She's pretty much poking around for emotionally traumatized kids, trying not to think of the child waiting back home for her. Chelsea and Gavin were going to be so worried if she wasn't back by tomorrow. And she probably wasn't going to be. Dammit.]

[Nepeta had decided that bushes were really friendly plants. She'd landed in one from quite a ways up and she'd barely even gotten a bruise! Of course, that might also be because she was wearing Equius' massive leather jacket, which was a beautiful thing for protecting from scratches. And the chilly air in the plane, which had been the original purpose.]

[She's found her way out of the jungle after an hour of awkward, disoriented effort, and the sand feels good under her feet when she kicks off her shoes. This doesn't feel real. Part of her is very convinced that she had fallen asleep on the plane and was just having a very strange sort of nightmare.]

[But nope, there's smoke somewhere down the beach, and she's pretty sure that screaming is a person this time, not that weird bird. She sets off running, not bothering to put her shoes back on. The calluses on her feet can more than handle a few broken shells.]

[She doesn't stop until she reaches what passes for camp.]

[Green doesn't care about the fire that is still surrounding parts of the destroyed plane. Actually, to be more accurate, he cares a whole lot about the fire. It's why he's back in the plane in the first place. He just doesn't care about getting killed by it.]

[There's blood on the floor, charred and mutilated bodies in the seats and hanging into the aisles. His sneakers are soaked and it's hard to breathe even through the wet shirt he's wrapped around his mouth and nose. It weakens the nauseating smell of death, replacing it with the smell of the ocean.]

[The door to the back of the plane is blocked, and some of the things in the way are damn sharp. Green ignores the harsh slice of pain as he shoves them out of the way, letting his own blood drip from his palms and fingers to join the mess on the floor.]

[He can hear howling through the door.]

[Jade has torn away from her friends to rush back into the plane, as well, with a hearty battle cry consisting a belt of "FUCKASSES." She has a blue strip torn from her dress tied over her face, a metal bat in her hand from someone's luggage, and she's more shocked by Green's presence than she is by the dead bodies.]

Get out of here! It's dangerous, you idiot!

[But then she hears Bec, she knows how Bec barks and howls, and she knows the other set of howling isn't Bec. She looks from Green to the door before shoving him aside, thrusting the bat between her thighs, and trying to open the door. It's stuck, but her Panic Strength has at least nudged it a little.]

BEC! Bec, boy, I'm coming!

[Green did not understand a single word that you just said, Jade. All of his english is loan words and forced high school classes that he's since mostly forgotten. And in a plane cabin full of smoke and corpses? What little he has is completely pushed into the background.]

[She looks like someone he'd expect to know japanese, but that doesn't mean anything in the part of the world the plane was coming from. Regardless, he shouts back in his native tongue.]

Move!

[He glares and pushes his way back in to pull things away from the door. God, that was glass. He swears loudly and impulsively shakes his hand, splattering little drops of blood onto his face.]

[It's enough though, and the door starts to move. Slowly, but enough.]

[Jade has no time to be shocked by his use of Japanese, and switches into her other language quickly enough.]

Look, you're getting hurt!

[She takes the bat from her thighs, shoves it in the opening the door has managed to allow, and starts to use it as a lever to edge it further open. She's always been strong for her size, and the door is opening and there are furry snouts poking through the door. Crates totally opened upon crashing, yep.]

Pull while I push!

[Some little part of Green's brain is screaming at him to take control of the situation, but whoever this girl is, she's speaking Japanese now and she's actually doing pretty damn well. And that is definitely Shishi's nose.]

Got it!

[Green's never been very good at teamwork. It was fairly well known. But this? This he can do. The pain is completely ignorable. He ignores the girl for now, though, because it is time to talk to his dog.]

Hold on, Shishi, we're coming!

[Shishi barks furiously in response.]

[Jade is still pushing hard on her leverage, and when only one part of the door opens, she sticks the bat in another part and does the same, gradually shoving the door open.]

Hey asshole, pull!

[A giant white paw is frantically moving from the crack, trying to get at her. Bec isn't barking nearly as much now, because he knows Jade's capabilities and that she can do anything on her own. He gives her encouraging barks, and people have always commented how eerie her relationship with her giant "devilbeast" dog was.]

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✈ FIRST DAY ✈ Karkat & Eridan

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✈ FIRST DAY ✈ Alfred & Midori

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✈ FIRST DAY ✈ Terezi & Vriska

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✈ FIRST DAY ✈ Valerie & Kurt

✈ FIRST DAY ✈ Nepeta & Equius

✈ FIRST DAY ✈ Jade & Green

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