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Day two is here.

The island is disgustingly hot and muggy. The rain has most likely dried completely in most parts. 

It will be sunny and hot for the entire day unless otherwise stated. 

The night will also not be as cold as the first.

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Day one on the island is coming to a close.

We know a lot of threads are still in progress, and that's totally fine. Feel free to continue and finish, take as long as you need.

Characters can move through the night if they have a death wish or they can try and set up some camps if they need to. You aren't required to do threads for the first night, but it might be fun for the characters!

If your group is bigger and you've only met a few of them so far, you can do threads with the rest of your group assuming you found them in the day - which you're still more than welcome to carry on. 

We just figure it's been day one for a while and others might really want a change. :)

If you have any questions, please hit up the main. 

Also if any of you are super organizational, feel free to tag your crash + day one threads "Wtfday1" or whatever you'd like. It's not mandatory by any means but when/if characters ever get back to civilization, it'll be much easier to look back. The mass post editor will be helpful in this, but again, remember it isn't mandatory. 

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I AM SO ALIVE || Group 1

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INVOLVED → Harmony Jones, Noah Puckerman, Brittany Pierce

TIME FRAME → July 23

LOCATION → The forest

NOTES → The trials and tribulations of group 1

It was hard for Brittany to really comprehend the entire situation at hand so it had been easier to go right into giving up and letting it all work its own course. Puck was right though, Santana would be so disappointed in her if she just sat there against that tree to die. Brittany knew she’d want Santana to be fighting, so she also knew she had to take that advice herself and fight the best she could too. “Okay,” she nodded, squeezing Puck’s hand and smiling, in what she hoped was, Harmony’s direction. “We’ll find, San, right?” Brittany asked, that still being the top thing on her mind, “We’ll find Santana and Quinn and then everything will feel better.” She was mostly talking to herself, trying to talk it all up so she could get into a better mindset, if not for her own sake, but for Puck and Harmony since they were so much more determined than Brittany was to be alright at that point.

Brittany squinted and tried to make out her surroundings, though everything was still seeming to blend together. It was more frustrating because she’d always had such good vision before then, not being able to completely see was going to hold them all back even more. “I have some scrapes, but I’m okay,” she replied when asked about bleeding, “Nothing I can’t handle, I’m used to them form motocross, whenever I’d wipe out I’d get a lot of scrapes just like these.” That was a positive thing for Brittany to hold on to as well, the scrapes really didn’t bother her like they could have been. Her problem really was in the troubles she was having with her back.

“I’m heavy, though,” Brittany cringed, knowing it was true because of her height, dragging her might end up doing more harm than good in the long run, “Maybe… we could make crunches?” she suggested, not even knowing she’d gotten the word completely wrong, “You guys could help me stand and maybe I can walk.  I crawled over here, I just can’t stand up myself. When I pulled my hamstring they gave me crunches and I was pretty good at them.” She knew anything was really a long shot since they had nothing, were all injured, and she was really dead weight for both Puck and Harmony in the entire situation.

HARMONY JONES:

When Brittany’s mood seemed to have lifted and she said with a determined glint in her eye that they were going to find her friends, Harmony didn’t have the heart to tell her that they may not be able to find the others. Or they might find them dead, the thought of which made Harmony feel queasy. And she couldn’t even fathom how Brittany would crumble at the sight of her deceased friends. Actually, Harmony could. She could imagine how gutted she would be if she saw Chandler or her mom…but that was not what Harmony needed to be focused on. She needed to be focused on zero in on getting their basic needs fulfilled. Get up, get moving, get water.

Fortunately, Brittany wasn’t bleeding and seemed to be on board to try and move. That being said, there was no way Puck could give her a piggy back ride for an extended period of time without being in serious pain. And Harmony really didn’t want him to get even more injured by trying to help. They wouldn’t even be able to switch off carrying her, because Harmony had zero upper body strength. And with Brittany being several inches taller than her, trying to carry her would be asking for a disaster. Dragging her was a possibility…but again, with Puck’s arm, was that worse the risk?

“Crutches could work,” Harmony agreed, gesturing to her own. “Mine’s worked out pretty well.” It was hardly the fastest way to get around, but Puck was the only one out of the trio that could walk somewhat normally. Harmony didn’t know how far they would have to travel to find a water source, but she hoped that when they did, they would be able to set up camp there for a little while to rest and heal. There was no way any of them would be able to explore the area and try to find others in their condition. Surveying the fallen trees branches and limbs, she pointed out a few that might be long enough and sturdy enough for Brittany and hopped over to pick up the closest sticks. She left them leaning against the tree then looked towards Puck. “How should we help her stand?”

NOAH PUCKERMAN:

“Of course we’re going to find her,” Puck said without hesitation. Not only was he sure it was what Brittany needed to hear, but it was what he needed to believe for himself. The alternative wasn’t what he wanted to deal with at the moment, no matter how close to reality it could possibly be. Focusing on what little positives they had going for them was what he chose to do. For example, Brittany gushing blood anywhere, so that went in the good column as far as he was concerned. When she seemed more determined to walk with the aide of crutches, he mentally chalked down another point in the small victory column.

“If you’re up to it, let’s give it a shot.” As Harmony went to grab a couple sticks that would hopefully help Brittany enough to get her mobile, Puck stood up from the spot he’d been standing in so that he could help her up. “Are you ready for this?” he asked Brittany when Harmony returned with the best crutches they could do under the circumstances. “It might hurt, but you have to push through.” Going to find some kind of help was the current goal on Puck’s mind. He could only hope that through a few more trees they’d find more of their friends, some kind of stream to clean their wounds, or better yet, a freaking hospital full of medical staff just waiting to treat them. He knew some where more likely than others, but as long as they still had some daylight left, they had to try.

“Try and keep her steady and hold up that stick for her to grab.” With Harmony barely able to hold her own weight with her leg in the condition it was, he didn’t want her to take on more than she could. “And Brittany, I’m going to help pull you up, alright?” He gave her hand that he was still holding a little squeeze before he moved it so that she could hold on to what would soon be her crutches. “On the count of three, you’re going to dig deep and be that tough badass I know you’ve got hiding in there. Give it everything you’ve got, and stand up.” Puck got himself in position so that he could use his right side to help with the lifting, which his left arm only had to help her with balance. “One…” He took a breath as he kept his eyes on Brittany to make sure she was ready and not going to back out. “Two…” Readjusting his grip on her arm and his other around her waist, Puck began to lift her up the second the word, “Three,” left his lips.

BRITTANY PIERCE;

The quicker it led up to Brittany having to try and stand the more apprehensive she got and the more she continued to want to sit there. Sure, she’d crawled a little to get to where she was in the first place, but even that probably took hours with how much pain Brittany was in. All she could think about was Santana. What if Brittany could fight through some of the pain and find Santana? What if Santana needed her help somewhere? All of that was keeping her going, even though she wanted to give up. Crutches weren’t going to be easy with her back as bad as it was, especially when they weren’t even real crutches to begin with, but she had to try. 

Brittany only nodded, she wasn’t ready for anything they were going to have to do, but there wasn’t really any kind of choice. Ready or not it was either try, or sit there and die, and with people there counting on her, people potentially needing her help, there was no choice in her mind except try. She was trying her best to brace herself for what she knew was going to be a very painful journey. If not for herself but for her friends and for Santana. Brittany knew if it was up to her she wouldn’t be moving at all, but now there were people there with her, people counting on her, and in true Brittany fashion she wasn’t going to let them down.

She closed her eyes tightly when Puck began counting, trying not to think about much, most focused on making sure she could block out as much pain as possible once she was up and standing to the best of her ability. She nodded again, and took in a deep breath to hold once Puck got to three. Pain shot throughout her entire body, her back seemingly useless, once up all the way, tears threatening to fall from her eyes, she blindly reached for a hold of the stick which she put all of her weight on. The pain wasn’t unbearable but it certainly wasn’t  comfortable either, “I don’t,” she choked, “I don’t know how long I can do this,” Brittany said honestly, wanting to try and get somewhere, but really not knowing if she had the strength to hold on for too long standing upright.

HARMONY JONES:

Harmony nodded when Puck instructed her on helping Brittany and moved closer to Brittany in order to give her the crutches and make sure she would be steady on her feet. When Puck readied himself to lift her, she winced when she saw the muscles and veins in his injured arm stick out. Ouch. Then she cringed even more when Brittany began to pulled upright but forced her eyes to stay open to make sure she’d be able to help in case of emergency. It was like Brittany’s body was useless to her, and Harmony couldn’t even imagine how badly it hurt when tears filled the blonde’s eyes. She wanted to not watch this, to make this stop, but if they didn’t do this the first time, there was no way Brittany would want to try again. Setting the crutches in place, Harmony kept them still when Brittany got situated on them. Once she was, Harmony let out the breath she’d be holding and took a small step backward, her hands still outstretched to help if Brittany suddenly stumbled.

“It’s fine,” She said gently, careful not to touch the unsteady blonde as she got used to the sticks. “We’ll rest every few minutes.” Now that they had actually gotten her up and ready to move, she would have promised anything to the girl to keep her from wanting to give up like when they’d found her. Plus Harmony would need that rest, too, - maybe not as frequently - but she didn’t want any of them hurting themselves further. They needed all their strength if they were going to set up camp, and they were already more ragtag than she would have preferred. Although she felt kind of bad forcing Puck to travel at their snail pace, she was confident in her belief that he wouldn’t want to explore too far by himself. At least not right now. He’d just have to deal.

“Okay!” Harmony exclaimed, forcing her voice to sound bright and cheerful when she clapped her hands together. “First thing we need to do is find water. By the water source, we’ll set up some kind of camp to rest and tend to our injuries for the night. And we’ll need to find something to eat. Do any of you know anything about plants?” She was rambling at this point, and she didn’t even know where most of this survival plan was coming from. Sure, she’d been a Girl Scout for a few years, but that was so long ago, and the closest experience she had with this experience was reading the Hunger Games. But maybe if one of them had a plan and acted like they knew what they were talking about, Harmony wouldn’t feel like crying every few minutes. She took a breath and clapped her hands together, saying, “Now if everyone’s ready, let’s move out!”

THE WILDCARD:

Moving out seems like a really great idea, same with setting up camp but you never know what's lurking in the jungle. Unknown to group one, the moment you go forth twenty feet, chances are you'll be greeted by a sincerely overdone Finn Hudson who is more than a little dead and impaled by the jagged trunk of a broken tree.The smell of burnt flesh won't be for the faint of heart, nor will the sight of a charbroiled Finn.

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The injuries and groups.

If the below characters are not being played, you are free to godmod their actions to keep the group moving so long as nothing substantial or ooc is modded. When a character is picked up, it is up to you to inform them.

Some of the more substantial injuries such as memory loss, deafness, blindness, a coma and other things of the sort could be forever, but most likely not. The wild card will keep you up to date and tell you when the condition changes. 

If you’re uncomfortable with something that’s happened to your character, please let us know and we’ll try and see if we can alter it. We tried to keep it as interesting as possible but it was hard not to repeat a few more common things.

We’ll be updating with items strewn around the island and things of importance near your character tomorrow! 

GROUP ONE : THE FOREST,

FINN HUDSON: Impaled and deceased, insanely burned.

NOAH PUCKERMAN: Upper left arm badly sliced open by a tree branch and plane debris, stuck up in a tree with minor facial cuts and a twisted arm, minor burns on his back.

HARMONY PEARCE: Severe burns on her right thigh from the plane catching on fire, lacerations from airplane debris, and a deep gash along her collar bone.

JOE HART: Dreads got caught in the seat, suffering deep scalp damage and a broken arm.

BRITTANY PIERCE: Blurry vision, major back injury from falling out of a tree, severe scrapes, cuts and bruising all over her body.

GROUP TWO : THE SPRINGS,

TINA COHEN-CHANG: Sprained knee, deep gash from her right shoulder to mid-back, having minor issues breathing - unsure why.

CHANDLER KIEHL: Shattered glasses, cut down his cheek, right leg is impaled with a small piece of metal.

ARTIE ABRAMS: Dislocated shoulder, shattered chair, can miraculously walk again.

LAUREN ZIZES: Deaf, was beside one of the engines when it exploded. Her left arm has horrible burns, as does her thigh as it was all on that side. Shrapnel would be found all over her due to close proximities. 

GROUP THREE : NORTH BEACH,

SAM EVANS: Shallow gash across his throat, arm out of it’s socket, broken foot, hears a high pitched ringing since he was near the engine explosion.

SUGAR MOTTA: Gash across the side of her head from ear to temple, sprained wrist, going to suffer from severe migraines.

NICK DUVAL: Ruptured ear drum from being too close to an explosion, something wrong with his right leg but he’s unsure what since all he can do is limp, potentially a deep fracture.

JESSE ST. JAMES: Shredded lower back, dizziness, broken nose from a suitcase at high speeds and due to his proximity with the engine, his hair is slightly singed at the back of his head. 

GROUP FOUR : EAST BEACH,

KURT HUMMEL: Unconcious, mass head trauma, extreme memory loss (pre-season one mentality, not out of the closet), major bruising all over his body from being tossed around in the cabin, severe dizziness, gash on his forehead.

QUINN FABRAY: Open gash from the right of her eye, all the way under her jaw, pinned in the sand under the wing of the plane - partially submerged by the water.

MIKE CHANG: Prolonged “Flash” blindness from one of the engines exploding combined with the high altitude, various cuts and scrapes along his body.

THAD HARWOOD: Fractured rib, gashes along his stomach, nearly drowned, mass water inhalation. 

RACHEL BERRY: Deaf, was next to one of the engines when it exploded, as a result, also has shrapnel  on the left side of her face and down her side.

MERCEDES JONES: Sprained ankle, concussion from one of the carry on bags hitting her, and burns on her neck.

JEFF STERLING:  Lacerations from the seat belt and being whipped around, gigantic open wounds around his waist and across his back.

RORY FLANAGAN: Dead, strangulation/snapped neck - one of the bags wrapped around his neck and yanked him around, died before impact.

GROUP FIVE : SOUTH FOREST,

SEBASTIAN SMYTHE:  Unconscious, minor smoke inhalation from landing near some of the burning wreckage, severely twisted and possibly broken ankle, open gash down his chest.

SANTANA LOPEZ:  Unconscious, severe head injury, a coma. Lots of blood coming from a gash on her side from a shattered arm rest.

BLAINE ANDERSON: Two cracked ribs, a black eye from hitting the corner of the seat in front of him when the plane jolted, large open wound on the side of his back due to plane wreckage slicing him in the air and a cut wrist.

THOSE CURRENTLY MISSING OR POTENTIALLY DEAD,

TRENT NIXON

DAVID KAROFSKY

WILLIAM SCHUESTER

EMMA PILLSBURY

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On every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral.

It's supposed to be a normal flight, but something isn't right... Somehow they're off course and they've caught up with that storm but it's so much more violent. It's turbulence that acts up and stops every few minutes but gradually it intensifies. It's just past two in the morning when the flight attendants are strapping themselves back in their seats after making sure everyone else has done the same. One of them is new and her poker face isn't the best, especially when sh's hyperventilating between her knees for all to see.

Two minutes later, the plane actually shakes. The previously darkened cabin is suddenly illuminated for all to see. Some lucky people are still managing to sleep through this while other's are watching in a tame state of inner panic. The plane jolts once more, interrupting the Captain when he finally goes to make his announcement. A crack of lightning and a deafening roar of thunder shake the plane violently and it actually drops suddenly, passengers are probably too concerned with the yellow masks that are dropping straight down in front of their faces, sending the final confirmation of fear through them all... Well, that and the fact that wing is suddenly on fire and they're spiraling down to earth in a nose dive. Cabins break open and everyone's carry on luggage is flying through viciously as the plane continues to drop. Screams, panicked yells and the sickening crack of the plane is the only thing that can really be heard over the painful popping of everyone's ears. 

It's unavoidable but they're going down.

The force from the free-fall and the storm around them causes the plane to rip apart sending luggage, contents of the plane and almost everyone to get sucked out and into the darkened and incredibly soaked night's sky. A fair amount of "lucky" people have passed out from fear, lack of oxygen or head injuries but there are a few that free fall into the unknown screaming their heads off. As you whip through the sky, aware of how on fire your limbs feel, you can't really see a thing save from darkness and the odd bit of lightning that illuminates the sky - but the rain is so heavily pounding over you that you wouldn't see a thing anyways.

Moments pass and bodies are scattered. Some people lay lifeless while other's don't have a choice. Scattered through the wreckage, claimed by the water or even thrown among an island people aren't even aware is actually there - at least not until they land on it. 

It seems like hours pass before anyone is able to come to.

*You're required to write an initial response to the above whether it include the flight, the crash, or them just waking up is up to you. We posted this early for those of you that are excited and want to get ahead of the game. Please hold off on posting this until we match up the injuries, locations and people. We'll be posting a list of the previous shortly.

Please tag these entries with WTFcrash when you're finished and we've posted the above information.

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Looks like things are clearing up!

Flights cancelled today have been rescheduled for 6PM tomorrow evening! While the water has calmed and the skies are beginning to clear, please use your own discretion when entering the water.

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Due to increasingly high winds and the severity of the storm...

Flights have been cancelled until further notice.

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SEVERE WEATHER ADVISORY.

There is no denying the angry thunder booming from the sky or the equally aggressive lightning that strikes furiously against the land. Bora Bora's weather is unexpected but usually sunny, it's literally been shown to have no weather patterns and sometimes can be unpredictable. Staff isn't sure how long it'll last but thy advise everyone to stay inside and avoid going in the water for the time being.  

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THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM.

The sun slowly slips away at some point in the late morning and grey manages to drown the sky. It's a bit breezy and not the typical sunny paradise that everyone has gotten used to. For some it certainly matches the mood where for others, it's ruining their last full day in Bora Bora. Th waves start to get restless and the sky fills with a thick fog over the water making it impossible to see fifty feet into the new darkness. At some point rain starts to fall lightly, but by early afternoon, it's pounding down ruthlessly on the little villas. Trees begin to blow and gradually it progresses into a much worse state. It's advised that you stay inside until it passes, but ultimately it's up to you what you do.