Adjusting to a world that isn't yours

Isn't that worth holding on?

Thankfully, the snow from a week ago had long since melted, and it was a fairly warmer winter day today. This gave Microphone and Knife the chance to head over to the docks with not much trouble. There were two boats, for residents to be able to come and go if and whenever they needed, most of them being handmade, or generated at some point by MePhone. There was also an occasional ferry that made its way to and from the island. Both boats were here still, meaning she had either tried to take the ship, or she was still somewhere on the island. Really, in the condition she left the lab in, it was a surprise she hadn't died yet.

"Let's... Check where that ship was that she and TestTube built, and then let's check her usual areas, okay?"

"Okay." Mic would nod, following Knife. The two of them had a lot of ground to cover. It was relatively quiet between the two, other than the questions from Microphone to elaborate on what had happened, from Knife's perspective. This was certainly going to be a lot to explain to her other partner, Soap. After all of what had happened, Soap was... Understandably very distrusting of Taco, and was supportive of Microphone and her decisions, but it was clear she wasn't fond of the shorter girl. Though, as time passed, the two thankfully had warmed up to each other. That wasn't what was important now, though.

The two approached the outskirts of the island, spotting the ship, still where it had been landed, and found that Taco was nowhere in sight. Knife let out a huff.

"Gods, she just has to make this difficult."

"I guess so. C'mon. Let's check the stump first. That's our best bet, I think."

"Yeah."

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To say the state she was in was shocking, was an understatement. She was completely slumped back against the stump, practically unmoving other than her raspy, slow breaths. It looked like she had been sitting here since she had left, and she was absolutely freezing. Knife hadn't been kidding when he had told Mic that half of her shell, and face had just been completely broken off, and she barely seemed lucid. They needed to get her back to the hotel immediately.

She remained in the infirmary for a long time after this.

...

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Come on! I think it would be fun!" MePhone leaned in the doorway of the room.

"That... Doesn't seem like the thing I, nor him would enjoy." 4S frowned, shuffling where he sat.

"Listen, it doesn't have to be anything big, but I'm sure the idea of getting off this island every once in a while sounds good, and this is the perfect way to do it!"

"... There are still things to worry about here though."

"Yeah, but I'm sure the others still have it covered. It's not like she's even woken up yet, and if-- erh, when she does, I'm sure we'd get a text, and I'm sure Microphone won't let her run away again."

"You can't just... Urghh..." 4S slid a hand down his screen, just a bit annoyed. The suggestion MePhone had given him really didn't seem like the idea of fun, but... He had a point. This island was small, and certainly suffocating at times, and the idea of getting out of there for a day sounded... Well, it wasn't the worst idea.

"You're not going to take no for an answer from me, are you?"

"I mean, I'm not going to force you to come, I don't mind if it's just me and OJ going, I just wanted to extend an offer," MePhone shrugged, pausing a bit, his gaze falling just a bit, before he continued;