<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/bc0c4fa4dcba5847d96bfc583fb86fd6/tumblr_osee45FaOZ1vcj2w9o2_400.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Name: Vallen Moreau  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269765.msg13316495#msg13316495)<br/>Time:  Day 1, Morning <br/>Location: Ecchi Island Docks<br/>Tagging: Archer<br/>Notes/Warning: She's... alive? (Slight gore warning, I suppose) </span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> <br/><br/>Hey, at least those swimming lessons were coming in handy now! Even if her outfit was getting wet, Vallen had the foresight to wear her swimsuit beneath her dress, and the suitcase was waterproof for this exact reason, so she was <em> safe</em>. She was idly swimming to shore, her luggage carted over her back like a scuba tank, when a red-haired beauty swam towards her, taking her in his arms and beginning the backstroke back to shore where various staff from the island were awaiting. <br/><br/>"...Huh?" She's confused by his way of speaking. Had something else come out the portal with her? She hadn't seen anything but her luggage, and she was pretty sure that only she, and the suitcase had went through the portal to begin with. <br/><br/>"Nothing else came with me, sir." Her voice is gentler than one may expect, with the light flit of a accent as she laughs. "And that crash? Might have been <em>me</em>. I sort of... tripped in my portal on the way here, and things got all screwed up." The explanation is carefree, as if hurling through space and time itself at a speed that approached <em>light</em>, wasn't a big deal. "But thank you so much for helping me! I must have given the people on shore quite a shock." She could feel the after-effects of gravity finally catching up with her physical form, and even if a reanimated corpse was durable, her parents hadn't reconstructed their darling little girl to withstand something like that. It isn't until they arrive at the beach shore that things begin to fall apart. The force of the dive had been more than enough to leave her make-up running, and if one was close enough to her, they'd be able to see the hue of her eyes was... off. Like the color had been drained and left her irises with a hollow quality. That, coupled with the way she laughed gave off a rather... eerie impression. <br/><br/>She doesn't notice until she sits up on the sandy shore, stretching languidly to reset the joint of her shoulder in one swift motion. With a sickening <em>crunch</em>, she relocates the injury without batting an eye. "Ah, thank goodness my suitcase and stuff are waterproof. My parents would likely murder me if I ruined my clothes and gear on the first day." With the makeup running down her skin, it left a terrifyingly morose tone to her skin as the pale hue clashed with the decrepit gray of her natural tone. With her dress clinging to her skin, wet enough to reveal the swimsuit beneath, she looked like some odd cross between a swimsuit model and a drowned widow. <br/><br/>"Oh... oh, uh, you can let me go now." The way the zombie expresses embarrassment is surprising, as she doesn't outright push herself from his arms. Instead, her face heats up, and she tries to hide the darkening blues of her cheeks with her hands as various staff of the island come to the pair, trying to see if all was well. <br/><br/>When she hears the announcement, she looks up towards the PA system on the pier as if it offended her. "I... I <em>guess</em> I could go to an orientation like this."  The zombie pouts slightly, sitting up in the boys lap as if he weren't there to begin with, as she started wringing her hair out. <br/><br/>"Oh, uh. Could you show me where reception would be at? I got a pretty good view of the islands while I was airborne, but nothing up close."</span>