Oracle island shipwreck [a tcp fan rp]

[Clockwork Citrus]

Casper wakes up in a strange place surrounded by other tcps. The remains of a boat from solitude that was heading to hoopla lay all around. He gets up and shakes a mitt at the sky, he looks at the other tcps. Y’all are shipwrecked on this island with no way to get off

At a quick glance it looks like any other island tropical like place. But if you look closely you’ll see an eerie fog that seems to be incroaching soon you and the others around you. It makes you feel uneasy and terrified

[victorianflorist]

Among the group of wayward shipwreck victims are a duo, a pair of twin types, or, if you'd rather, a single twins type. Collective nouns tend to be rather curious depending on their spawning. 

Camo (He/Him), the sad eyes, and Mamo (She/Her), the perky eyes, are quite the pair. As their fellow shipwreck victims will soon learn. 

Camo looks at the other TCPs warily while Mamo looks towards the forest and fog with an eager glint in her eyespots

[Orange Juice Goose]

Sirius (He/Him) washes up amongst the shipwreck.

[1011686]

Somewhere on Morbit:

The_larker: hey
The_larker: have you seen that tcp stream
The_larker: the one where a collective takes on Spit
Mortimor: which one
The_larker: hah
The_larker: but seriously this one apparently goes pretty differently than ususal
Mortimor: wait do they actually win?
The_larker: don't know yet, I haven't finished and I didn't want to spoil the ending
The_larker: but there's definitely been some crazy stuff so far
The_larker: the collective's second type was just knife, but it actually really helped them (and also it was very cute)
Mortimor: Knife? I haven't seen one of those before.
Mortimor: Wonder what that would be like

Somewhere else on Morbit:

Poof!

A newly spawned knife-type plops onto the sand. They don't know much, but they know some things. They carefully prop themselves up with their arms, not sure enough to try standing just yet. Several other TCPs are on the beach around them, surrounded by the remains of a... boat, its a boat. They feel motivated to talk to the others, but they're reluctant to initiate contact when they don't even have a name yet.

For now, they'll just continue sitting on the sand.

[Clockwork Citrus]

Casper is shocked at the sudden appearance of a tcp out of nothing and waves, gathering up some of the scrap wood from the boat putting it in a pile and trying to make sure none of it hurts the other tcps here

[1011686]

The knife-type is lost in thought, contemplating what their name should be, when they notice a strange fog inching closer. It makes them feel, weird, and sick. Discomfort overcoming their uncertainty about moving, they stand up onto slightly unsteady legs and walk away from the fog, towards the other tcps. They still don't say anything yet, preferring to see what the others do first.

[Clockwork Citrus]

Casper counts the tcp around him, and starts to build to the best of his ability a few small and not really all that great shelters out of the wood he had gathered

[1011686]

The knife-type scoots over to the tcp in the midst of making shelters. They nudge his shoulder and indicate moving further up the beach, away from the fog. They don't know how to speak yet, but they don't like the wet sand surround them, or the fog, or the constant breaking of waves on the shore. Something about it just gives them a bad feeling, and they want to go, but not alone.

[victorianflorist]

Mamo drags Camo towards the forest, the two of them disappear into the trees and return with smaller sticks and some stones. The two of them set to making a fire, Camo out of practicality and Mamo out of pyromania.

[Pichi2214]

A little tent type crawls out from beneath some rubble, the dress they're wearing looking rather torn. They look around scared... This definitely wasn't how they expected their trip to go. "A-ah uhm... hi...?"

[Clockwork Citrus]

The fog seems to be getting thicker and an eerie whistling whispering sound seems to be coming from the deep woods, it’s hard to see the individual trees, as the day draws out, the fog and forest have a weight in everyone’s thoughts, almost as if it’s tempting you to come closer

[Clockwork Citrus]