❀ 4th petal: in blue [backdated to june 17th]

[bravelittlegirl]

[The good news is, Ib is on the cruise ship instead of dinosaur island! The bad news is twofold: 1) the last time she went on a ship, bad shit happened, and 2) there's a certain person she can't find anywhere.

... Actually there's a lot of people she can't find anywhere. What if it's the same situation as last time? You can bet she'll have a death grip on her rose for the duration of this event. Finally, though, she resorts to the journal.]

It's happening again... Where is everyone? And... has anybody seen Garry? I can't find him anywhere. This ship is huge...

[And although she doesn't want to state it directly - or even think about it - she can't help worrying that something will go wrong again. That people will go crazy, that they'll be painting the walls red again. That Mary will return, and -

She blurts it out, fraught with worry.] Everyone, be careful...!

Fifth Waypoint Marked

[wolf_of_war]

[Though he was on the cruise ship, Bladewolf's mild paranoia regarding castle-related shenanigans won't let him relax. Instead, he's prowling the corridors and decks,  looking for...he's not really sure what he's looking for, but he'll know it when he sees it.]

I do not like this. If the journal is to be believed, a large number of Paradisa's residents are bing pursued by something highly dangerous, while I am unable to leave this ship to assist them. While I am aware that we are on the way to offer evacuation, it does not feel right to do only that.

[After wandering a while, Bladewolf's just gonna hang out on the bow of the cruise ship, looking at the islands in the distance, and wishing he could do more. Feel free to approach the cagey robo-wolf, if you dare.]

An answer

[sparednothing]

[The radio in the communications tower crackles to life, any open journals catching the message, too]

Come in, Isla Sorna. Come in. This is the Relaxaocean Cruise Ship. [There's a pause, but the captain feels to go on regardless] Damn. If anyone is still alive out there, there will be a boat waiting for you at these co-ordinates [co-ordinates are given]. InGen have alerted us to the situation. We will wait twenty four hours for any survivors. [A soft mutter] Far too long to be near the five deaths if you ask me.

[Then, louder] I repeat, we will wait twenty four hour for survivors.

[[No sections make your own. Dinosaurs will appear later tonight. Powers are still functioning | Day four ooc post | Plot hub]]

3rd Matrix ~ [Dictated] ~ [Backdated to last night.]

[simulatedmedic]

Chief Medical Officer's Log, USS Voyager.

It is my sad duty to report that Dr. Sarah Harding is dead. Cause of death: Tyrannosaurus attack.

She will be greatly missed. A brilliant mind, if a bit misguided. End log.

[A sigh.]

I'm sorry to anyone who knew her, however short.

RACE TO THE BOAT

[sparednothing]

[After that message it's time to pack up and get the heck out of dodge. Both teams have a short trek across dinosaur infested territory to get to the docks, where the cruise ship is waiting to whisk them away. There are a ange of hervibores, and whatever surviving raptors better them and it.

The remaining adult T-Rex seems mysteriously absent throughout all of this, as is Tembo. Weird]

[[No sections make your own. If you want a mod NPC'd dinosaur, please ask for one in the comments (and specify herbivore or raptor), otherwise, NPC your own. Powers are still functioning | Day four ooc post | Plot hub]]

The Boat

[sparednothing]

[And there, sitting on the docks, is a cruise ship. It seems a man from InGen is waiting by the hull to greet them, a wide smile on his face]

Please accept InGen's humblest apologies for this little...mix up. We are offering you a week stay in a luxury hotel in the beautiful city of San Diego. We should arrive here this evening.

[He bustles them along inside, where all those folks who didn't get to spend a hellish four days on a dinosaur infested island are waiting for them]

[[No sections make your own. Day four ooc post | Plot hub]]