Day One: Morning

[Bujin]

Bujin spent an hour or two resting and drying his clothes, sending deadly glares at his weighted companion every once in a while. He could no longer call it a weapon with a straight face – after all, there’s nothing more intimidating than an oversized, glorified building block with frilly pink hearts painted on the sides. He considered trying to use it to club people to death, but he found it too difficult to grasp in such a way. Nevertheless, he was going to find as many ways to use it as possible, and that meant moving on once more. Wringing his turban again, he let a few last drops of water fall out before he turned to his item.

“It’s time to go,” he found himself telling it. The object merely sat, motionless…like Bujin should have expected. Shrugging, he attempted to carry on a conversation with the inanimate – it wasn’t like there was anything else to do.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he whined. “We’ve sat here long enough, and if we don’t start moving soon, I think I’m gonna freeze to death.

The object sat motionless. Of course.

“Fuck you,” he exhaled, crawling to his feet. “We’re going.”

Humoring himself by talking to the cube reminded him of his experience last year. At that time, no amount of lunacy was off-limits. Bujin chuckled – if this really was last year, the item would have talked back with hand gestures and everything. It amazing what twelve months and a few good blows to the back of the head did to the mind. Despite all of this, the cube really did sort of remind him of Rae – in a weird and indirect sort of way. His thoughts were broken as the awkward and feminine voice of Karl Jak sounded boisterously about the island.

Rise and shine houseguests, it's 6 AM and the sun is starting to peek out! I'm sorry to report that we only had two encounters for the start of the game and nobody has died yet! But, on the plus side, ratings are at all time high!

You say that every year, Bujin thought to himself, mildly amused at the comment. Do you even check these figures?

He sort of passively listened through the rest, perking up his ears slightly upon hearing the mention of both easter eggs and sniper rifles in the same sentence. He had a funny image of a gigantic white rabbit dancing around, blowing off the heads of random passer-bys, but sadly, that was not in the context. Instead, it turned out to be a contest that he had no intention or interest in participating. Sighing, he decided to stretch, awaiting the annoying voice to finally finish up what it had to say.

Now, for the danger zones set to active at noon...

Bujin blinked when the areas were spouted off. When the voice vanished, it was replaced by the various sounds of nature, which were annoying in their own right. Did he hear that right? Sighing, he put his pack down and opened it, searching around frantically for the map. Opening it, he followed the tiles with his fingers until he found his own position.

“Huh…” was all he managed to say initially, “That…sucks. Looks like we have to move after all, Rae.”

Bujin winced at the misstep. Fortunately, the weighted companion still sat motionless, being the cube that it is. Shrugging, he picked up his supplies once more and moved on.

Guess my weapon has a new name. I really oughta work on my creativity.