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Sometimes, when someone locks you in a part of the mine abandoned for good reason, having figured out you were the one who reported them after all, someone else catches on in time. Sometimes she can contact Mia, or Jewel, or an emergency number. Sometimes they come and get you out again.
And sometimes you die.
Today she dies.
And then she is somewhere else.
It eats for a while, slowly and placidly, and then slowly drifts closer towards them, whistling, almost - curiously?
Towards Jewel, who's closer. It pauses still some distance away and stretches out one long tentacle covered in that not-quite-hair green stuff towards her.
Well, it can tell it's not wanted here. It shoves off into the air with a burst of slightly foul-smelling gas, clicking away.
She lets Jewel know things about the world and their plans as well - the others now being here, and them not really having other clothes, they're going to try having Mia do first-meeting and see if that might help with someone being willing to at least transport them.
Xeyr goes back to weaving, this time a mat or a basket for possible trade. Keeps looking around.
The island has started a slow but steady descent with the addition of two more people. But it doesn't seem likely that they'll stumble across another ship before the mass of homogenous fog off to the - north, if the sun here works like most suns do, rising in the east and setting in the west - before the fog washes over them and makes them all but invisible for who knows how long.
Does it seem like they should be worried about continuing to drop?
Is it foggy enough for concern about falling off the island?
The rate of descent is pretty slow. The fog doesn't look like it will cut visibility quite enough that falling off would be a danger - but to less than a hundred feet, certainly.
Fog is kind of spooky. Everything seems quiet, except for the steady, cold wind. Occasionally, hulking shadows loom over them.
It lasts into the night. Some time before dawn the fog turns to rain.
The packs have some extra clothes and a basic portable shelter so cold and rain are less of a problem. When it starts getting dark she sets it up.
What's casting the shadows?
It's hard to tell what's casting the shadows! Possibly other islands. Once the fog turns to rain they can see that they're in a more crowded part of the sky now. More islands, more floating wildlife, at least two things that might be ships but it's hard to tell given the rain.
She's not going to fire into the air here, and she doesn't want to waste a flair yet, but she can pull together supplies enough to start a fire on the end of a longer branch and then wave it.
The alien wildlife is very spooked by fire!
One of the ships turns a bit closer.
Yep, the crew of that ship is pretty sure that that's three people stranded on an island, playing with fire. They're not heading directly towards them, because fire, but aiming to be close enough to shout. It'll be a few minutes.
They can wait. The fire is well controlled, though of course they might not be sure of that looking from a distance.
Shouting distance is achieved eventually. "Hey! Put out that flame so we can get closer, why don't you?"
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