The baby's eyes open. She sees the big tree above her, and she hears people around her. Where is she? There's a cool breeze. Huh. Where's Mama? She always comes and gets her when she wakes up. The tree sways high above from the breeze.
This is not good.
Julian: *frowns* Where are we going to get food for the baby?
Gema: That's what I was thinking.
Marie: Does anyone have milk? Isn't that what babies drink?
The baby sniffles. She sits up. Her bottom lips trembles. Sitting up has disturbed something else in the crate.
Marie: Oh dear. She's about to cry.
Gema: Uhm... help?
The baby starts crying. Obviously, she's pretty upset.
What's that in the corner of the crate, tucked behind the blanket? It's a plastic zipper bag! There's some stuff in it!
Julian: *picks up the baby and rocks her, not noticing the bag* Shh, it's going to be ok.
*Marie notices the plastic zipper bag. She picks it up and inspects it*
The baby's eyes open. She sees the big tree above her, and she hears people around her. Where is she? There's a cool breeze. Huh. Where's Mama? She always comes and gets her when she wakes up. The tree sways high above from the breeze.
This is not good.
Julian: *frowns* Where are we going to get food for the baby?
Gema: That's what I was thinking.
Marie: Does anyone have milk? Isn't that what babies drink?
The baby sniffles. She sits up. Her bottom lips trembles. Sitting up has disturbed something else in the crate.
Marie: Oh dear. She's about to cry.
Gema: Uhm... help?
The baby starts crying. Obviously, she's pretty upset.
What's that in the corner of the crate, tucked behind the blanket? It's a plastic zipper bag! There's some stuff in it!
Julian: *picks up the baby and rocks her, not noticing the bag* Shh, it's going to be ok.
The baby's still crying, but noticeably a little quieter because someone's holding her!
*Marie opens the zipper bag*
(Not sure what's inside it )
The bag is labeled with a black marker, but most of it seems to have been washed away all it has left on it is the first letter of the only word written: an L
The bag has a full water bottle, along with some things that she might eat! (like applesauce or something)
Marie: Oh good. There's food. *Takes out the apple sauce, opens the lid, finds the plastic spoon and offers a spoonful of applesauce to the baby*
Gema: L... *frowns* I think that's the first letter of the baby's name.
(Gema would be correct )
The baby eats a tiny bit, but not much. Guess she might eat later when she calms down a bit?
(I think I know who this is. )
Marie: What are we going to do when the food runs out?
Gema: Dunno. But at least we've got food, for now. *Looks out over the sea.* I'm going to light something up overnight to let people know we're here.
(I tried to make it clear but also mysterious )
The baby raises her little arms up at Julian again. She's still crying a bit.
Gema: I think she misses her mummy.
Marie: Yeah. *Thinking about papa back at the castle* You think he's looking for us?
Gema: Who?
Marie: Papa.
Gema: Of course. I'm the heiress. He'd be a *insert bad word* if I were dead, given neither you or Gen can be heiress.
Marie: You know he loves you.
Gema: Yeah, whatever... *wipes a tear* We've got bigger things to think about.
'L' looks around at all the adults around her, still upset. Where's Mama and Daddy? Why is she still in this box? She starts crying a little louder.
Gema: shh shh. *Lifts the baby up and cradles her* Mama's coming. Dada's coming.
Marie: You sure?
*Gema shoots Marie a sharp look*
‘L’ snuggles up in Gema’s arms. She’s still crying, but it’s gotten quieter again.
Gema: *Smiles down at the baby.* I wish we knew of a way to get off this island.
The baby's eyes open. She sees the big tree above her, and she hears people around her. Where is she? There's a cool breeze. Huh. Where's Mama? She always comes and gets her when she wakes up. The tree sways high above from the breeze.
This is not good.
Julian: *frowns* Where are we going to get food for the baby?
Gema: That's what I was thinking.
Marie: Does anyone have milk? Isn't that what babies drink?
The baby sniffles. She sits up. Her bottom lips trembles. Sitting up has disturbed something else in the crate.
Marie: Oh dear. She's about to cry.
Gema: Uhm... help?
The baby starts crying. Obviously, she's pretty upset.
What's that in the corner of the crate, tucked behind the blanket? It's a plastic zipper bag! There's some stuff in it!
Julian: *picks up the baby and rocks her, not noticing the bag* Shh, it's going to be ok.
*Marie notices the plastic zipper bag. She picks it up and inspects it*
The baby's eyes open. She sees the big tree above her, and she hears people around her. Where is she? There's a cool breeze. Huh. Where's Mama? She always comes and gets her when she wakes up. The tree sways high above from the breeze.
This is not good.
Julian: *frowns* Where are we going to get food for the baby?
Gema: That's what I was thinking.
Marie: Does anyone have milk? Isn't that what babies drink?
The baby sniffles. She sits up. Her bottom lips trembles. Sitting up has disturbed something else in the crate.
Marie: Oh dear. She's about to cry.
Gema: Uhm... help?
The baby starts crying. Obviously, she's pretty upset.
What's that in the corner of the crate, tucked behind the blanket? It's a plastic zipper bag! There's some stuff in it!
Julian: *picks up the baby and rocks her, not noticing the bag* Shh, it's going to be ok.
The baby's still crying, but noticeably a little quieter because someone's holding her!
*Marie opens the zipper bag*
(Not sure what's inside it )
The bag is labeled with a black marker, but most of it seems to have been washed away all it has left on it is the first letter of the only word written: an L
The bag has a full water bottle, along with some things that she might eat! (like applesauce or something)
Marie: Oh good. There's food. *Takes out the apple sauce, opens the lid, finds the plastic spoon and offers a spoonful of applesauce to the baby*
Gema: L... *frowns* I think that's the first letter of the baby's name.
(Gema would be correct )
The baby eats a tiny bit, but not much. Guess she might eat later when she calms down a bit?
(I think I know who this is. )
Marie: What are we going to do when the food runs out?
Gema: Dunno. But at least we've got food, for now. *Looks out over the sea.* I'm going to light something up overnight to let people know we're here.
(I tried to make it clear but also mysterious )
The baby raises her little arms up at Julian again. She's still crying a bit.
Gema: I think she misses her mummy.
Marie: Yeah. *Thinking about papa back at the castle* You think he's looking for us?
Gema: Who?
Marie: Papa.
Gema: Of course. I'm the heiress. He'd be a *insert bad word* if I were dead, given neither you or Gen can be heiress.
Marie: You know he loves you.
Gema: Yeah, whatever... *wipes a tear* We've got bigger things to think about.
'L' looks around at all the adults around her, still upset. Where's Mama and Daddy? Why is she still in this box? She starts crying a little louder.
Gema: shh shh. *Lifts the baby up and cradles her* Mama's coming. Dada's coming.
Marie: You sure?
*Gema shoots Marie a sharp look*
‘L’ snuggles up in Gema’s arms. She’s still crying, but it’s gotten quieter again.
Gema: *Smiles down at the baby.* I wish we knew of a way to get off this island.
Julian: Me too. *pauses* You know, you two remind of me of my daughters.
The baby's eyes open. She sees the big tree above her, and she hears people around her. Where is she? There's a cool breeze. Huh. Where's Mama? She always comes and gets her when she wakes up. The tree sways high above from the breeze.
This is not good.
Julian: *frowns* Where are we going to get food for the baby?
Gema: That's what I was thinking.
Marie: Does anyone have milk? Isn't that what babies drink?
The baby sniffles. She sits up. Her bottom lips trembles. Sitting up has disturbed something else in the crate.
Marie: Oh dear. She's about to cry.
Gema: Uhm... help?
The baby starts crying. Obviously, she's pretty upset.
What's that in the corner of the crate, tucked behind the blanket? It's a plastic zipper bag! There's some stuff in it!
Julian: *picks up the baby and rocks her, not noticing the bag* Shh, it's going to be ok.
*Marie notices the plastic zipper bag. She picks it up and inspects it*
The baby's eyes open. She sees the big tree above her, and she hears people around her. Where is she? There's a cool breeze. Huh. Where's Mama? She always comes and gets her when she wakes up. The tree sways high above from the breeze.
This is not good.
Julian: *frowns* Where are we going to get food for the baby?
Gema: That's what I was thinking.
Marie: Does anyone have milk? Isn't that what babies drink?
The baby sniffles. She sits up. Her bottom lips trembles. Sitting up has disturbed something else in the crate.
Marie: Oh dear. She's about to cry.
Gema: Uhm... help?
The baby starts crying. Obviously, she's pretty upset.
What's that in the corner of the crate, tucked behind the blanket? It's a plastic zipper bag! There's some stuff in it!
Julian: *picks up the baby and rocks her, not noticing the bag* Shh, it's going to be ok.
The baby's still crying, but noticeably a little quieter because someone's holding her!
*Marie opens the zipper bag*
(Not sure what's inside it )
The bag is labeled with a black marker, but most of it seems to have been washed away all it has left on it is the first letter of the only word written: an L
The bag has a full water bottle, along with some things that she might eat! (like applesauce or something)
Marie: Oh good. There's food. *Takes out the apple sauce, opens the lid, finds the plastic spoon and offers a spoonful of applesauce to the baby*
Gema: L... *frowns* I think that's the first letter of the baby's name.
(Gema would be correct )
The baby eats a tiny bit, but not much. Guess she might eat later when she calms down a bit?
(I think I know who this is. )
Marie: What are we going to do when the food runs out?
Gema: Dunno. But at least we've got food, for now. *Looks out over the sea.* I'm going to light something up overnight to let people know we're here.
(I tried to make it clear but also mysterious )
The baby raises her little arms up at Julian again. She's still crying a bit.
Gema: I think she misses her mummy.
Marie: Yeah. *Thinking about papa back at the castle* You think he's looking for us?
Gema: Who?
Marie: Papa.
Gema: Of course. I'm the heiress. He'd be a *insert bad word* if I were dead, given neither you or Gen can be heiress.
Marie: You know he loves you.
Gema: Yeah, whatever... *wipes a tear* We've got bigger things to think about.
'L' looks around at all the adults around her, still upset. Where's Mama and Daddy? Why is she still in this box? She starts crying a little louder.
Gema: shh shh. *Lifts the baby up and cradles her* Mama's coming. Dada's coming.
Marie: You sure?
*Gema shoots Marie a sharp look*
‘L’ snuggles up in Gema’s arms. She’s still crying, but it’s gotten quieter again.
Gema: *Smiles down at the baby.* I wish we knew of a way to get off this island.
Julian: Me too. *pauses* You know, you two remind of me of my daughters.
The baby's eyes open. She sees the big tree above her, and she hears people around her. Where is she? There's a cool breeze. Huh. Where's Mama? She always comes and gets her when she wakes up. The tree sways high above from the breeze.
This is not good.
Julian: *frowns* Where are we going to get food for the baby?
Gema: That's what I was thinking.
Marie: Does anyone have milk? Isn't that what babies drink?
The baby sniffles. She sits up. Her bottom lips trembles. Sitting up has disturbed something else in the crate.
Marie: Oh dear. She's about to cry.
Gema: Uhm... help?
The baby starts crying. Obviously, she's pretty upset.
What's that in the corner of the crate, tucked behind the blanket? It's a plastic zipper bag! There's some stuff in it!
Julian: *picks up the baby and rocks her, not noticing the bag* Shh, it's going to be ok.
*Marie notices the plastic zipper bag. She picks it up and inspects it*
The baby's eyes open. She sees the big tree above her, and she hears people around her. Where is she? There's a cool breeze. Huh. Where's Mama? She always comes and gets her when she wakes up. The tree sways high above from the breeze.
This is not good.
Julian: *frowns* Where are we going to get food for the baby?
Gema: That's what I was thinking.
Marie: Does anyone have milk? Isn't that what babies drink?
The baby sniffles. She sits up. Her bottom lips trembles. Sitting up has disturbed something else in the crate.
Marie: Oh dear. She's about to cry.
Gema: Uhm... help?
The baby starts crying. Obviously, she's pretty upset.
What's that in the corner of the crate, tucked behind the blanket? It's a plastic zipper bag! There's some stuff in it!
Julian: *picks up the baby and rocks her, not noticing the bag* Shh, it's going to be ok.
The baby's still crying, but noticeably a little quieter because someone's holding her!
*Marie opens the zipper bag*
(Not sure what's inside it )
The bag is labeled with a black marker, but most of it seems to have been washed away all it has left on it is the first letter of the only word written: an L
The bag has a full water bottle, along with some things that she might eat! (like applesauce or something)
Marie: Oh good. There's food. *Takes out the apple sauce, opens the lid, finds the plastic spoon and offers a spoonful of applesauce to the baby*
Gema: L... *frowns* I think that's the first letter of the baby's name.
(Gema would be correct )
The baby eats a tiny bit, but not much. Guess she might eat later when she calms down a bit?
(I think I know who this is. )
Marie: What are we going to do when the food runs out?
Gema: Dunno. But at least we've got food, for now. *Looks out over the sea.* I'm going to light something up overnight to let people know we're here.
(I tried to make it clear but also mysterious )
The baby raises her little arms up at Julian again. She's still crying a bit.
Gema: I think she misses her mummy.
Marie: Yeah. *Thinking about papa back at the castle* You think he's looking for us?
Gema: Who?
Marie: Papa.
Gema: Of course. I'm the heiress. He'd be a *insert bad word* if I were dead, given neither you or Gen can be heiress.
Marie: You know he loves you.
Gema: Yeah, whatever... *wipes a tear* We've got bigger things to think about.
'L' looks around at all the adults around her, still upset. Where's Mama and Daddy? Why is she still in this box? She starts crying a little louder.
Gema: shh shh. *Lifts the baby up and cradles her* Mama's coming. Dada's coming.
Marie: You sure?
*Gema shoots Marie a sharp look*
‘L’ snuggles up in Gema’s arms. She’s still crying, but it’s gotten quieter again.
Gema: *Smiles down at the baby.* I wish we knew of a way to get off this island.
Julian: Me too. *pauses* You know, you two remind of me of my daughters.
Gema: Really? What are they like?
Julian: Well, Estrella is ten years old. She's the smartest kid I've ever met, but she's moody. And... she doesn't like me all that much. *gets quiet for a moment*
Claudia is really kind and she's more outgoing than Estrella. She's eight and likes art. She loves animals, but they scare her a little too.
The baby's eyes open. She sees the big tree above her, and she hears people around her. Where is she? There's a cool breeze. Huh. Where's Mama? She always comes and gets her when she wakes up. The tree sways high above from the breeze.
This is not good.
Julian: *frowns* Where are we going to get food for the baby?
Gema: That's what I was thinking.
Marie: Does anyone have milk? Isn't that what babies drink?
The baby sniffles. She sits up. Her bottom lips trembles. Sitting up has disturbed something else in the crate.
Marie: Oh dear. She's about to cry.
Gema: Uhm... help?
The baby starts crying. Obviously, she's pretty upset.
What's that in the corner of the crate, tucked behind the blanket? It's a plastic zipper bag! There's some stuff in it!
Julian: *picks up the baby and rocks her, not noticing the bag* Shh, it's going to be ok.
*Marie notices the plastic zipper bag. She picks it up and inspects it*
The baby's eyes open. She sees the big tree above her, and she hears people around her. Where is she? There's a cool breeze. Huh. Where's Mama? She always comes and gets her when she wakes up. The tree sways high above from the breeze.
This is not good.
Julian: *frowns* Where are we going to get food for the baby?
Gema: That's what I was thinking.
Marie: Does anyone have milk? Isn't that what babies drink?
The baby sniffles. She sits up. Her bottom lips trembles. Sitting up has disturbed something else in the crate.
Marie: Oh dear. She's about to cry.
Gema: Uhm... help?
The baby starts crying. Obviously, she's pretty upset.
What's that in the corner of the crate, tucked behind the blanket? It's a plastic zipper bag! There's some stuff in it!
Julian: *picks up the baby and rocks her, not noticing the bag* Shh, it's going to be ok.
The baby's still crying, but noticeably a little quieter because someone's holding her!
*Marie opens the zipper bag*
(Not sure what's inside it )
The bag is labeled with a black marker, but most of it seems to have been washed away all it has left on it is the first letter of the only word written: an L
The bag has a full water bottle, along with some things that she might eat! (like applesauce or something)
Marie: Oh good. There's food. *Takes out the apple sauce, opens the lid, finds the plastic spoon and offers a spoonful of applesauce to the baby*
Gema: L... *frowns* I think that's the first letter of the baby's name.
(Gema would be correct )
The baby eats a tiny bit, but not much. Guess she might eat later when she calms down a bit?
(I think I know who this is. )
Marie: What are we going to do when the food runs out?
Gema: Dunno. But at least we've got food, for now. *Looks out over the sea.* I'm going to light something up overnight to let people know we're here.
(I tried to make it clear but also mysterious )
The baby raises her little arms up at Julian again. She's still crying a bit.
Gema: I think she misses her mummy.
Marie: Yeah. *Thinking about papa back at the castle* You think he's looking for us?
Gema: Who?
Marie: Papa.
Gema: Of course. I'm the heiress. He'd be a *insert bad word* if I were dead, given neither you or Gen can be heiress.
Marie: You know he loves you.
Gema: Yeah, whatever... *wipes a tear* We've got bigger things to think about.
'L' looks around at all the adults around her, still upset. Where's Mama and Daddy? Why is she still in this box? She starts crying a little louder.
Gema: shh shh. *Lifts the baby up and cradles her* Mama's coming. Dada's coming.
Marie: You sure?
*Gema shoots Marie a sharp look*
‘L’ snuggles up in Gema’s arms. She’s still crying, but it’s gotten quieter again.
Gema: *Smiles down at the baby.* I wish we knew of a way to get off this island.
Julian: Me too. *pauses* You know, you two remind of me of my daughters.
Gema: Really? What are they like?
Julian: Well, Estrella is ten years old. She's the smartest kid I've ever met, but she's moody. And... she doesn't like me all that much. *gets quiet for a moment*
Claudia is really kind and she's more outgoing than Estrella. She's eight and likes art. She loves animals, but they scare her a little too.
Gema: You know I've always wanted to be called Estrella.
*Marie smiles but doesn't quite know what to say*
Gema: How old are they?
The baby's eyes open. She sees the big tree above her, and she hears people around her. Where is she? There's a cool breeze. Huh. Where's Mama? She always comes and gets her when she wakes up. The tree sways high above from the breeze.
This is not good.
Julian: *frowns* Where are we going to get food for the baby?
Gema: That's what I was thinking.
Marie: Does anyone have milk? Isn't that what babies drink?
The baby sniffles. She sits up. Her bottom lips trembles. Sitting up has disturbed something else in the crate.
Marie: Oh dear. She's about to cry.
Gema: Uhm... help?
The baby starts crying. Obviously, she's pretty upset.
What's that in the corner of the crate, tucked behind the blanket? It's a plastic zipper bag! There's some stuff in it!
Julian: *picks up the baby and rocks her, not noticing the bag* Shh, it's going to be ok.
*Marie notices the plastic zipper bag. She picks it up and inspects it*
The baby's eyes open. She sees the big tree above her, and she hears people around her. Where is she? There's a cool breeze. Huh. Where's Mama? She always comes and gets her when she wakes up. The tree sways high above from the breeze.
This is not good.
Julian: *frowns* Where are we going to get food for the baby?
Gema: That's what I was thinking.
Marie: Does anyone have milk? Isn't that what babies drink?
The baby sniffles. She sits up. Her bottom lips trembles. Sitting up has disturbed something else in the crate.
Marie: Oh dear. She's about to cry.
Gema: Uhm... help?
The baby starts crying. Obviously, she's pretty upset.
What's that in the corner of the crate, tucked behind the blanket? It's a plastic zipper bag! There's some stuff in it!
Julian: *picks up the baby and rocks her, not noticing the bag* Shh, it's going to be ok.
The baby's still crying, but noticeably a little quieter because someone's holding her!
*Marie opens the zipper bag*
(Not sure what's inside it )
The bag is labeled with a black marker, but most of it seems to have been washed away all it has left on it is the first letter of the only word written: an L
The bag has a full water bottle, along with some things that she might eat! (like applesauce or something)
Marie: Oh good. There's food. *Takes out the apple sauce, opens the lid, finds the plastic spoon and offers a spoonful of applesauce to the baby*
Gema: L... *frowns* I think that's the first letter of the baby's name.
(Gema would be correct )
The baby eats a tiny bit, but not much. Guess she might eat later when she calms down a bit?
(I think I know who this is. )
Marie: What are we going to do when the food runs out?
Gema: Dunno. But at least we've got food, for now. *Looks out over the sea.* I'm going to light something up overnight to let people know we're here.
(I tried to make it clear but also mysterious )
The baby raises her little arms up at Julian again. She's still crying a bit.
Gema: I think she misses her mummy.
Marie: Yeah. *Thinking about papa back at the castle* You think he's looking for us?
Gema: Who?
Marie: Papa.
Gema: Of course. I'm the heiress. He'd be a *insert bad word* if I were dead, given neither you or Gen can be heiress.
Marie: You know he loves you.
Gema: Yeah, whatever... *wipes a tear* We've got bigger things to think about.
'L' looks around at all the adults around her, still upset. Where's Mama and Daddy? Why is she still in this box? She starts crying a little louder.
Gema: shh shh. *Lifts the baby up and cradles her* Mama's coming. Dada's coming.
Marie: You sure?
*Gema shoots Marie a sharp look*
‘L’ snuggles up in Gema’s arms. She’s still crying, but it’s gotten quieter again.
Gema: *Smiles down at the baby.* I wish we knew of a way to get off this island.
Julian: Me too. *pauses* You know, you two remind of me of my daughters.
Gema: Really? What are they like?
Julian: Well, Estrella is ten years old. She's the smartest kid I've ever met, but she's moody. And... she doesn't like me all that much. *gets quiet for a moment*
Claudia is really kind and she's more outgoing than Estrella. She's eight and likes art. She loves animals, but they scare her a little too.
Gema: You know I've always wanted to be called Estrella.
*Marie smiles but doesn't quite know what to say*
Gema: How old are they?
The baby's eyes open. She sees the big tree above her, and she hears people around her. Where is she? There's a cool breeze. Huh. Where's Mama? She always comes and gets her when she wakes up. The tree sways high above from the breeze.
This is not good.
Julian: *frowns* Where are we going to get food for the baby?
Gema: That's what I was thinking.
Marie: Does anyone have milk? Isn't that what babies drink?
The baby sniffles. She sits up. Her bottom lips trembles. Sitting up has disturbed something else in the crate.
Marie: Oh dear. She's about to cry.
Gema: Uhm... help?
The baby starts crying. Obviously, she's pretty upset.
What's that in the corner of the crate, tucked behind the blanket? It's a plastic zipper bag! There's some stuff in it!
Julian: *picks up the baby and rocks her, not noticing the bag* Shh, it's going to be ok.
*Marie notices the plastic zipper bag. She picks it up and inspects it*
The baby's eyes open. She sees the big tree above her, and she hears people around her. Where is she? There's a cool breeze. Huh. Where's Mama? She always comes and gets her when she wakes up. The tree sways high above from the breeze.
This is not good.
Julian: *frowns* Where are we going to get food for the baby?
Gema: That's what I was thinking.
Marie: Does anyone have milk? Isn't that what babies drink?
The baby sniffles. She sits up. Her bottom lips trembles. Sitting up has disturbed something else in the crate.
Marie: Oh dear. She's about to cry.
Gema: Uhm... help?
The baby starts crying. Obviously, she's pretty upset.
What's that in the corner of the crate, tucked behind the blanket? It's a plastic zipper bag! There's some stuff in it!
Julian: *picks up the baby and rocks her, not noticing the bag* Shh, it's going to be ok.
The baby's still crying, but noticeably a little quieter because someone's holding her!
*Marie opens the zipper bag*
(Not sure what's inside it )
The bag is labeled with a black marker, but most of it seems to have been washed away all it has left on it is the first letter of the only word written: an L
The bag has a full water bottle, along with some things that she might eat! (like applesauce or something)
Marie: Oh good. There's food. *Takes out the apple sauce, opens the lid, finds the plastic spoon and offers a spoonful of applesauce to the baby*
Gema: L... *frowns* I think that's the first letter of the baby's name.
(Gema would be correct )
The baby eats a tiny bit, but not much. Guess she might eat later when she calms down a bit?
(I think I know who this is. )
Marie: What are we going to do when the food runs out?
Gema: Dunno. But at least we've got food, for now. *Looks out over the sea.* I'm going to light something up overnight to let people know we're here.
(I tried to make it clear but also mysterious )
The baby raises her little arms up at Julian again. She's still crying a bit.
Gema: I think she misses her mummy.
Marie: Yeah. *Thinking about papa back at the castle* You think he's looking for us?
Gema: Who?
Marie: Papa.
Gema: Of course. I'm the heiress. He'd be a *insert bad word* if I were dead, given neither you or Gen can be heiress.
Marie: You know he loves you.
Gema: Yeah, whatever... *wipes a tear* We've got bigger things to think about.
'L' looks around at all the adults around her, still upset. Where's Mama and Daddy? Why is she still in this box? She starts crying a little louder.
Gema: shh shh. *Lifts the baby up and cradles her* Mama's coming. Dada's coming.
Marie: You sure?
*Gema shoots Marie a sharp look*
‘L’ snuggles up in Gema’s arms. She’s still crying, but it’s gotten quieter again.
Gema: *Smiles down at the baby.* I wish we knew of a way to get off this island.
Julian: Me too. *pauses* You know, you two remind of me of my daughters.
Gema: Really? What are they like?
Julian: Well, Estrella is ten years old. She's the smartest kid I've ever met, but she's moody. And... she doesn't like me all that much. *gets quiet for a moment*
Claudia is really kind and she's more outgoing than Estrella. She's eight and likes art. She loves animals, but they scare her a little too.
Gema: You know I've always wanted to be called Estrella.
*Marie smiles but doesn't quite know what to say*
Gema: How old are they?
Julian: Ten and eight.
Gema: Awww. Those are cute ages.
*Marie smiles and nods*
The baby's eyes open. She sees the big tree above her, and she hears people around her. Where is she? There's a cool breeze. Huh. Where's Mama? She always comes and gets her when she wakes up. The tree sways high above from the breeze.
This is not good.
Julian: *frowns* Where are we going to get food for the baby?
Gema: That's what I was thinking.
Marie: Does anyone have milk? Isn't that what babies drink?
The baby sniffles. She sits up. Her bottom lips trembles. Sitting up has disturbed something else in the crate.
Marie: Oh dear. She's about to cry.
Gema: Uhm... help?
The baby starts crying. Obviously, she's pretty upset.
What's that in the corner of the crate, tucked behind the blanket? It's a plastic zipper bag! There's some stuff in it!
Julian: *picks up the baby and rocks her, not noticing the bag* Shh, it's going to be ok.
*Marie notices the plastic zipper bag. She picks it up and inspects it*
The baby's eyes open. She sees the big tree above her, and she hears people around her. Where is she? There's a cool breeze. Huh. Where's Mama? She always comes and gets her when she wakes up. The tree sways high above from the breeze.
This is not good.
Julian: *frowns* Where are we going to get food for the baby?
Gema: That's what I was thinking.
Marie: Does anyone have milk? Isn't that what babies drink?
The baby sniffles. She sits up. Her bottom lips trembles. Sitting up has disturbed something else in the crate.
Marie: Oh dear. She's about to cry.
Gema: Uhm... help?
The baby starts crying. Obviously, she's pretty upset.
What's that in the corner of the crate, tucked behind the blanket? It's a plastic zipper bag! There's some stuff in it!
Julian: *picks up the baby and rocks her, not noticing the bag* Shh, it's going to be ok.
The baby's still crying, but noticeably a little quieter because someone's holding her!
*Marie opens the zipper bag*
(Not sure what's inside it )
The bag is labeled with a black marker, but most of it seems to have been washed away all it has left on it is the first letter of the only word written: an L
The bag has a full water bottle, along with some things that she might eat! (like applesauce or something)
Marie: Oh good. There's food. *Takes out the apple sauce, opens the lid, finds the plastic spoon and offers a spoonful of applesauce to the baby*
Gema: L... *frowns* I think that's the first letter of the baby's name.
(Gema would be correct )
The baby eats a tiny bit, but not much. Guess she might eat later when she calms down a bit?
(I think I know who this is. )
Marie: What are we going to do when the food runs out?
Gema: Dunno. But at least we've got food, for now. *Looks out over the sea.* I'm going to light something up overnight to let people know we're here.
(I tried to make it clear but also mysterious )
The baby raises her little arms up at Julian again. She's still crying a bit.
Gema: I think she misses her mummy.
Marie: Yeah. *Thinking about papa back at the castle* You think he's looking for us?
Gema: Who?
Marie: Papa.
Gema: Of course. I'm the heiress. He'd be a *insert bad word* if I were dead, given neither you or Gen can be heiress.
Marie: You know he loves you.
Gema: Yeah, whatever... *wipes a tear* We've got bigger things to think about.
'L' looks around at all the adults around her, still upset. Where's Mama and Daddy? Why is she still in this box? She starts crying a little louder.
Gema: shh shh. *Lifts the baby up and cradles her* Mama's coming. Dada's coming.
Marie: You sure?
*Gema shoots Marie a sharp look*
‘L’ snuggles up in Gema’s arms. She’s still crying, but it’s gotten quieter again.
Gema: *Smiles down at the baby.* I wish we knew of a way to get off this island.
Julian: Me too. *pauses* You know, you two remind of me of my daughters.
Gema: Really? What are they like?
Julian: Well, Estrella is ten years old. She's the smartest kid I've ever met, but she's moody. And... she doesn't like me all that much. *gets quiet for a moment*
Claudia is really kind and she's more outgoing than Estrella. She's eight and likes art. She loves animals, but they scare her a little too.
Gema: You know I've always wanted to be called Estrella.
*Marie smiles but doesn't quite know what to say*
Gema: How old are they?
Julian: Ten and eight.
Gema: Awww. Those are cute ages.
*Marie smiles and nods*
Julian: *smiles, a bit sadly* Thank you.
(It's getting late here, so I'm going to bed now )
The baby's eyes open. She sees the big tree above her, and she hears people around her. Where is she? There's a cool breeze. Huh. Where's Mama? She always comes and gets her when she wakes up. The tree sways high above from the breeze.
This is not good.
Julian: *frowns* Where are we going to get food for the baby?
Gema: That's what I was thinking.
Marie: Does anyone have milk? Isn't that what babies drink?
The baby sniffles. She sits up. Her bottom lips trembles. Sitting up has disturbed something else in the crate.
Marie: Oh dear. She's about to cry.
Gema: Uhm... help?
The baby starts crying. Obviously, she's pretty upset.
What's that in the corner of the crate, tucked behind the blanket? It's a plastic zipper bag! There's some stuff in it!
Julian: *picks up the baby and rocks her, not noticing the bag* Shh, it's going to be ok.
*Marie notices the plastic zipper bag. She picks it up and inspects it*
The baby's eyes open. She sees the big tree above her, and she hears people around her. Where is she? There's a cool breeze. Huh. Where's Mama? She always comes and gets her when she wakes up. The tree sways high above from the breeze.
This is not good.
Julian: *frowns* Where are we going to get food for the baby?
Gema: That's what I was thinking.
Marie: Does anyone have milk? Isn't that what babies drink?
The baby sniffles. She sits up. Her bottom lips trembles. Sitting up has disturbed something else in the crate.
Marie: Oh dear. She's about to cry.
Gema: Uhm... help?
The baby starts crying. Obviously, she's pretty upset.
What's that in the corner of the crate, tucked behind the blanket? It's a plastic zipper bag! There's some stuff in it!
Julian: *picks up the baby and rocks her, not noticing the bag* Shh, it's going to be ok.
The baby's still crying, but noticeably a little quieter because someone's holding her!
*Marie opens the zipper bag*
(Not sure what's inside it )
The bag is labeled with a black marker, but most of it seems to have been washed away all it has left on it is the first letter of the only word written: an L
The bag has a full water bottle, along with some things that she might eat! (like applesauce or something)
Marie: Oh good. There's food. *Takes out the apple sauce, opens the lid, finds the plastic spoon and offers a spoonful of applesauce to the baby*
Gema: L... *frowns* I think that's the first letter of the baby's name.
(Gema would be correct )
The baby eats a tiny bit, but not much. Guess she might eat later when she calms down a bit?
(I think I know who this is. )
Marie: What are we going to do when the food runs out?
Gema: Dunno. But at least we've got food, for now. *Looks out over the sea.* I'm going to light something up overnight to let people know we're here.
(I tried to make it clear but also mysterious )
The baby raises her little arms up at Julian again. She's still crying a bit.
Gema: I think she misses her mummy.
Marie: Yeah. *Thinking about papa back at the castle* You think he's looking for us?
Gema: Who?
Marie: Papa.
Gema: Of course. I'm the heiress. He'd be a *insert bad word* if I were dead, given neither you or Gen can be heiress.
Marie: You know he loves you.
Gema: Yeah, whatever... *wipes a tear* We've got bigger things to think about.
'L' looks around at all the adults around her, still upset. Where's Mama and Daddy? Why is she still in this box? She starts crying a little louder.
Gema: shh shh. *Lifts the baby up and cradles her* Mama's coming. Dada's coming.
Marie: You sure?
*Gema shoots Marie a sharp look*
‘L’ snuggles up in Gema’s arms. She’s still crying, but it’s gotten quieter again.
Gema: *Smiles down at the baby.* I wish we knew of a way to get off this island.
‘L’ stopped crying! She still looks a little sad, but she’s definitely calmer than before!
*Suddenly Nia comes running with a hoard of monkey chasing her*
Nia: I TRIED TO COMMUNICATE WITH THEM!
Marx: *Grabs spear and runs away*
Julian: The monkeys??
'L' turns her head towards Julian.
Gema: *Gets up* The monkeys are chasing us?
'L' makes a little sound. What's happening?
Gema: *Picks up 'L'* Marx! Come back and tell us what's happening!
The people are scared. 'L' is getting scared too.
(would it be okay if I added another character soon?)
(I'm kinda thinking about doing that too sometime )
(Sure. )
Gema: *Looking around for the monkeys*
'L' has suddenly gone very quiet
*Meanwhile, a storm coming off the sea is making land for the opposite side of the island. It's getting weaker the closer it gets to land*
Marie: *Gasps* Look! *Points out at sea*
Gema: *Squints* What is that?
'L' whimpers a bit
*Meanwhile...out at sea*
The rain pelted down into the water, barely allowing the man to breathe as he scrambled for air. The waves pushed and shoved and pulled as if it had hands grabbing onto his legs. He wasn’t sure how long he could keep up. Not anymore.
Though he couldn’t see for the pelting rain, an island had appeared on the horizon. The direction of the wind shifted, as did the waves. The waves dragged the man towards the shore as he continued the fight to stay afloat. Not long after, the shoreline approached. The waves, dragging the man along with them, ran for shore. The man crashed on the beach on the isolated, empty beach on the other side of the island.
The man’s head spun. The lurching waves and rain had stopped. He coughed and opened his eyes. Sand. With what little strength he had left, the man pulled himself up the beach, away from the water, until the sand became pebbles smoothed by waves such as the ones that chucked him ashore. He made it…he threw up seawater and his throat burned.
He couldn’t keep his eyes open. The man felt as if his entire body weight melted into the beach as his eyes closed. He passed out from exhaustion.
*The storm doesn't reach land. Instead, the clouds take a different direction.*
*Suddenly Nia comes running with a hoard of monkey chasing her*
Nia: I TRIED TO COMMUNICATE WITH THEM!
Marx: *Grabs spear and runs away*
Julian: The monkeys??
'L' turns her head towards Julian.
Gema: *Gets up* The monkeys are chasing us?
'L' makes a little sound. What's happening?
Gema: *Picks up 'L'* Marx! Come back and tell us what's happening!
The people are scared. 'L' is getting scared too.
(would it be okay if I added another character soon?)
(I'm kinda thinking about doing that too sometime )
(Sure. )
Gema: *Looking around for the monkeys*
'L' has suddenly gone very quiet
*Meanwhile, a storm coming off the sea is making land for the opposite side of the island. It's getting weaker the closer it gets to land*
Marie: *Gasps* Look! *Points out at sea*
Gema: *Squints* What is that?
'L' whimpers a bit
*Meanwhile...out at sea*
The rain pelted down into the water, barely allowing the man to breathe as he scrambled for air. The waves pushed and shoved and pulled as if it had hands grabbing onto his legs. He wasn’t sure how long he could keep up. Not anymore.
Though he couldn’t see for the pelting rain, an island had appeared on the horizon. The direction of the wind shifted, as did the waves. The waves dragged the man towards the shore as he continued the fight to stay afloat. Not long after, the shoreline approached. The waves, dragging the man along with them, ran for shore. The man crashed on the beach on the isolated, empty beach on the other side of the island.
The man’s head spun. The lurching waves and rain had stopped. He coughed and opened his eyes. Sand. With what little strength he had left, the man pulled himself up the beach, away from the water, until the sand became pebbles smoothed by waves such as the ones that chucked him ashore. He made it…he threw up seawater and his throat burned.
He couldn’t keep his eyes open. The man felt as if his entire body weight melted into the beach as his eyes closed. He passed out from exhaustion.
*The storm doesn't reach land. Instead, the clouds take a different direction.*
*Gema heads over, holding the baby because she is worried about the monkeys who haven't appeared yet*
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Gema: *Smiles down at the baby.* I wish we knew of a way to get off this island.
Julian: Me too. *pauses* You know, you two remind of me of my daughters.
Gema: Really? What are they like?
Julian: Well, Estrella is ten years old. She's the smartest kid I've ever met, but she's moody. And... she doesn't like me all that much. *gets quiet for a moment*
Claudia is really kind and she's more outgoing than Estrella. She's eight and likes art. She loves animals, but they scare her a little too.
Gema: You know I've always wanted to be called Estrella.
*Marie smiles but doesn't quite know what to say*
Gema: How old are they?
Julian: Ten and eight.
Gema: Awww. Those are cute ages.
*Marie smiles and nods*
Julian: *smiles, a bit sadly* Thank you.
(It's getting late here, so I'm going to bed now
‘L’ stopped crying! She still looks a little sad, but she’s definitely calmer than before!
(I think it’s just been Gema, Marie, and Julian talking and stuff, along with my character.)
Nia: I TRIED TO COMMUNICATE WITH THEM!
Marx: *Grabs spear and runs away*
Julian: The monkeys??
'L' turns her head towards Julian.
Gema: *Gets up* The monkeys are chasing us?
'L' makes a little sound. What's happening?
Gema: *Picks up 'L'* Marx! Come back and tell us what's happening!
The people are scared. 'L' is getting scared too.
(would it be okay if I added another character soon?)
(I'm kinda thinking about doing that too sometime
(Cool! I'm just deciding who I'll add in. There's two I'm deciding between
(Sure.
Gema: *Looking around for the monkeys*
'L' has suddenly gone very quiet
*Meanwhile, a storm coming off the sea is making land for the opposite side of the island. It's getting weaker the closer it gets to land*
Marie: *Gasps* Look! *Points out at sea*
Gema: *Squints* What is that?
'L' whimpers a bit
*Meanwhile...out at sea*
The rain pelted down into the water, barely allowing the man to breathe as he scrambled for air. The waves pushed and shoved and pulled as if it had hands grabbing onto his legs. He wasn’t sure how long he could keep up. Not anymore.
Though he couldn’t see for the pelting rain, an island had appeared on the horizon. The direction of the wind shifted, as did the waves. The waves dragged the man towards the shore as he continued the fight to stay afloat. Not long after, the shoreline approached. The waves, dragging the man along with them, ran for shore. The man crashed on the beach on the isolated, empty beach on the other side of the island.
The man’s head spun. The lurching waves and rain had stopped. He coughed and opened his eyes. Sand. With what little strength he had left, the man pulled himself up the beach, away from the water, until the sand became pebbles smoothed by waves such as the ones that chucked him ashore. He made it…he threw up seawater and his throat burned.
He couldn’t keep his eyes open. The man felt as if his entire body weight melted into the beach as his eyes closed. He passed out from exhaustion.
*The storm doesn't reach land. Instead, the clouds take a different direction.*
*Gema heads over, holding the baby because she is worried about the monkeys who haven't appeared yet*