Luna thought carefully. "Then perhaps we should get some supplies." Luna winced in empathy at the removal at the shard.
"Right... One of you lugs should start on that! I'll look for some place to live that doesnt suck nubs! And if you find anything too heavy to lift, don't be a doofus and hurt yourself, it's my job to handle that stuff, so I'll do it for ya!" He was suddenly standing tall, full of energy out of nowhere. He turned away from the water and started inland, stopping shortly and laying down. "This is a great place to set up shop. I've done my job, now get to work! Hahahaha!" (and personality swap again. It'll be less common later on, promise.)
(We need to slow down, guys.) Narrowleaf nodded. "Y-Yeah. Let me know before you guys eat p-plants... Can tell if they're poison or not" he gasped.
"I've got my tool bag with me. I keep some bandages in there." Quick produced a small waterproof first aid kit from a rather waterlogged bag. "Take what you need."
Luna took a step, bit her lip, and went towards the heart of the island. (But everyone who signed up is here!)
(It's still a bit too fast. The Luna falling scene's gonna keep happening. We're gonna get ninja'd.) Narrowleaf grabbed a roll of bandages and dressed his wound. He set the bandages in the bag and winced. "I'm fine. Th-thanks." He said.
Quick emptied his bag and carefully cleaned his tools. "I've got everything we need to build a shelter. If you little punks would shut up and help me, we may have a roof over our heads tonight."
"What are we going to build shelter out of dumbbell?" Bipsyionic yelled to Quick. Despite what he said, it was easy enough to tell it was an actual question, not sarcasm.
Luna horn glowed with a white aura. "Let's see here, we need wood," she murmured, "kindling, tree sap..."
"Oh, I don't know... magic and Unicorn farts. Wood, you fool! There are trees all over the place." Quick snorted. Rotten punks.
Luna gave him a small grin in return. "I'm Luna, the over dramatic invalid." She said, a laugh in her voice.
Screaming. Having to dive out to avoid being taken with the ship. Knocked unconscious before Raven could do anything but aim for an island and hope the waves liked him enough. The last few minutes aboard that ship were unpleasant. Now, he wakes up to the sound of waves. The smell of saltwater and sand. Something on the back of his head is wet. He isn't coughing, which means water didn't get into his lungs, which is good. He leans his head forward and feels the back of it with his hoof. Small pool of something, hair is wet. Brings it back out. Just wet, not blood. Seems the fates don't despise him too much. He sits up. It's a dizzying process. He's still dazed and confused. He looks around. Nothing but beach in either direction. He thinks he can hear something like voices. Not at all clear. He stands up, and begins walking the way of the voices in a daze. He's still sleepy, but he feels as though he should keep moving.
"Bipsyionic! Twofold master of telekinesis! Or... well... I'm good with moving things... I guess." He stood up and walked back to the group, his head drooped. "Sorry about my behavior... I think I meant whether we'd use parts from the destroyed ship... Maybe..."
Raven stops, having kept walking after getting close, not having realized he had encountered other ponies. "Oh. Hello. I...think I saw you. I think you were one of the voices. My name is Raven. I think I should go back to sleep." He says, swaying, his tone implying confusion. "I think...sleep is good..." He only just notices his head is hurting.
"Aw... crap. You're either crazy, an idiot, or you've got a concussion." Quick tossed the new pony over his back and carried him to the group, setting him down beside Narrowleaf. "Alright, Doc. I got your first patient right here."
"Ah. Thank you, Quick-san." Narrowleaf said, bowing. He walked over to the two and grinned. "So how are you feeling? Sick? Dizzy? In pain?" He asked. "In a word, decribe how you feel."
