On the vast island under the violet star, there was nothing but stillness and silence. Bored was the Isle that it sought out more victims to play with to be entertained by, and it found a man who knew not what he had.
"Calm down!" screamed Medea with venom. "How am I meant to be calm?! We ain't anywhere that should be!"
"I am aware," Mirella tried to remain calm herself, "but how does panic and screaming aid our situation?"
"I don't know, Blondie. But I ain't-!" She stopped herself when she realised there was someone missing from the argument.
Looking around, they noticed Janus standing on the beach. His arm covered in tiny hairs that an apiologist would recognise as the same as the ones Honey Bees have on their legs.
Before Medea had a chance to snap again, Mirella approached with curiosity.
"Have you discovered something?"
"Only that the sand and water taste like they would on Gomorrah Island. Which is an amazing discovery in its own right."
"Sorry for being dumb, but why is I being the only one screaming?!"
The hairs on his arm retracted, looking regular once again.
"If it's the same as ocean water, we could make something to clean it into regular drinking water. It won't help us get back home, but we don't know how we got here either."
She wanted to argue, but his explanation calmed her enough that she found to reason to.
"I apologise for putting this on you," Mirella addressed him, "but what do you think should be our next course of action?"
Janus moved towards the end of the beach, looking inland towards the trees and rocks.
"If there's vegetation, there's likely to be something edible, as well as something we can use to catch and hold rain water. Hopefully, there will also be animals to eat. And there should be some cave or tunnel around the rocks, giving us a place to safe from the weather."
The two women stayed silent as he looked towards the the forest, the rocks, and the ocean, planning gheir next move.
"Alright. Mirella, I want you to check the forest, your air perception should help you move around easier and tell if there's anything else alive. Medea, you go look for shelter, your pallesthesia will make it easy for you to tell how deep and safe each cavern is. I'll search the ocean for any sea life we can get vital proteins from."
Moving back towards the water, he threw off his shirt to reveal his skin becoming softer and slimmer to aid in his underwater movement.
The women began moving away from the beach, following the directives they were given. But Medea had to ask something before they split up.
"My paly-what?"
"I'm afraid I don't know. It must be a technical term."
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