Gaty was inexplicably recovered.
In the first few moments after being brought to life, restored from whatever fatal injury or whatever she had endured through unknown, mystical means that are beyond even the likes of Golf Ball and her... *friend*, she was rather dazed, rather lost. There are those that can instantly get back to business as soon as they're revived, those that have that great ability to immediately focus on what's necessary, what needs to be done, and ignore the brief little interlude of being in awe and marveling over the wonder of the miracle technology known as the Recovery Center, the fact that this magic box can do something that really shouldn't be possible, if you give it any more than 2.763 seconds of thought. They can just easily move on from that, immediately return to whatever they were doing just before they met their unfortunate demise.
The wooden gate was... *not* that type of person. She was stuck inside the Tiny Loser Chamber for so many years, and so she hasn't had the chance to stretch her legs, let alone remain in good shape. Her days were mostly just spent standing around, trying her hardest to blend into the background, waiting for that little, almost invisible probability that *something* of interest will happen to their little box. Emphasis on *standing* around; she has sat herself down plenty of times, but that entailed taking up additional floor space that the others were *very* much clamoring for, space that they were willing to push, pull, and mildly inconvenience each other to keep. It just wasn't worth the trouble, really.
And so, from sunrise to sunset, she mostly just... stood there. Existed. Lived a horrific fate that most people probably only have nightmares about. There were plenty of things that could be said about it, but quite frankly they were already said before. Yes, it *is* quite outrageous that they took the one chance they got at being a star, at being *somebody* other than some ant on this damp rock, and all they got for their efforts was a life worse than the one they already had. Plenty of insults were thrown at the speaker box that orchestrated all this, at the contestants that were given the privilege of competing through sheer luck, at themselves for being dumb enough to accept *any* of this. Seriously, why did they join the Battle for Dream Island? They haven't even *seen* the island, for crying out loud.
Gaty wasn't the type to get all uppity, and it wasn't like it was going to do her any good. It's not like it'll do *them* any good. They were all stuck here, in the Tiny Loser Chamber, presumably for the rest of their days. They had nothing to look forward to but waking up to the same gray walls, eating the same meal of essentially stale bread, talking (well, more so arguing) with the same people, breathing the same, stuffy air. The sooner they accepted that, the better.
And so, she just continued to stand there. Standing for days on end. Standing until she was inexplicably transported out of that box, an occurrence just as inexplicable as the one that sent her there in the first place.
Oh, right.
While staying upright had made her able to withstand long periods of torturous agony, it didn't really do much for her when it comes to her ability to recover from being... recovered. Obviously, that makes sense: death and the undoing of it wasn't exactly something that occurred in the box. The concept *was* suggested several times, however. Having a somewhat loose grasp on the concept of recovery, they figured that only one of them needed to actually escape the prison; the rest could... uh, *die*, and then the chosen escapee would do their thing, rush to the nearest recovery center, and get to work on bringing everyone back to life, a life that was now free of that agonizing existence.
As soon as someone brings up the idea, however, everyone would be quick to start shouting over each other. There were the obvious protests: all this hinges on the fact that they know how to escape the thing, and that was still a *massive* work in progress. Then there's the fact that there's so much trust involved. Who's to say that the escapee was actually gonna bother to recover them? Who's to say that the recovery centers can even recover them? They had absolutely no idea how they worked; maybe they could only recover the contestants, and were a total dud in any other case. Also, who would even get to be the escapee? *Everyone* volunteered for the role at some point, and everyone else would shoot them down. Nobody wanted to die, nobody wanted to risk their life in their escape attempt, nobody wanted to do *anything*. They all wished of being free from all this madness, all this pain, and yet they're too reluctant to do *anything* about it. And so, they're just stuck there. Waiting. Lingering. Decaying. Rotting.
