Character(s): Eric, Elena
Rating: tbd
Cautions/Warnings: language
What: wtf is it snowing in the tropics
Location: primarily Eric's cave
Approximate Date: starts the day of the blizzard
Status: Closed

Eric wasn't really sleeping. Dozing a bit on and off, but true sleep eluded him and had since his bizarre arrival on this even more bizarre island. In the few days since he'd awoken in what residents called the arrival hut, for that was where nearly all new arrivals turned up, he'd learned that things here were far more unusual than he'd suspected.

None of the long-term residents he'd met were at all surprised that crafting tools had turned up in his cave. And while most were spectacularly unhelpful, he did manage to ascertain that all had had one thing--and only one thing--in common. All were in the vicinity of the Bermuda Triangle when they disappeared.

He heard someone approaching but as the sun was still out, he couldn't go see who. He'd heard that there were daywalkers here--vampires who were able to be out in the sunlight with no ill effects. But he'd yet to meet one to find out how it was done.

'Hello?' he called, sitting up in his dirt bed.