Kantai Collection: A New Force For Good

Momi

The sounds of the ocean washing up against the shore and the wisps of a cool ocean breeze greeted her senses when she came too. But she didn't stir immediately, pulling her blanket over her face as the sun beat down on her. She groaned a moment as the heat seemed to build around, baking the sand below to an uncomfortable degree. She only grumbled in her sleep as she tried to toss and turn once more. All before it suddenly seemed to register to her, what was going on, where she was.

Her eyes snapped open all at once, the woman immediately sitting up, her makeshift blanket coming with her.

She stared blearily at the ocean before her, the water just barely coming up short of her feet. She blinked once, and then again before looking to her right. There, she found the apparent beach she was laying on only stretched further than her eye could see. And to the left, she found much the same. The woman blinked at this information, unsure of what to make of it at first.

Where was she?

She blinked once more.

For once in her life, Anya S. Johnson had no fucking idea of what to make of her current situation.

She just sat there a moment, still glancing around at her surroundings, right left and forwards. None of it made any sense for her. At least, she didn't think it would. She scowled at this before her apparent make shift blanket began to occur to her. And she found herself even more confused. Her blanket wasn't a blanket at all.

As she looked at it, she found that what she was using as a blanket was actually an overly large officer's coat. Frowning, she lifted it off of her somewhat. And immediately noted two very important things.

This was a very large coat.

And she had nothing on underneath.

Letting the coat flop back down a moment, she silently thanked whoever had wrapped her up in it that they had done exactly that. She knew from experience that sand was a friend to no one and had no intention of reliving unfortunate memories. Pausing a moment, she eventually settled herself with a goal. And that was to stand up. It took some maneuvering, especially with the fact that she was wrapped up in the officer's coat. But eventually, she got herself to a point where she could get onto her feet.

And with a heavy push, she managed to get up, coming to stand on her feet.

For all of about six seconds.

Before the extra momentum brought her crashing forwards, her face landing in the sand before her. Taking a second, pulling her face from the beach's embrace, she spit out a mouthful of sand before she eventually relented to her fate and began to unroll the wrapping that was herself at that point. When she'd gotten herself somewhat freed, she stood, and quickly recollected the officer's coat off of the sand and put it back on in a way that would still a lot her somewhat of what remained of her decency and the ability to move as she chose.

Still didn't change the fact that the thing was ten sizes too big on her form. She held up an arm, which was currently put in one of the sleeves. And the end of the jacket's arm still had a solid foot at least on her.

Who the fuck was this made for?

Grumbling, she went about folding the sleeves over and over until she got to a point where she had her hands back. Making it somewhat bearable, she went about fastening a few of the buttons so that she wasn't simply flashing for everyone to see. She could only imagine how ridiculous she looked at the moment, but that meant little.

Now she had a new problem, one she intended to solve immediately as she began to run for the edge of the beach that was sporting trees.

The sand was burning the bottoms of her feet. A feeling she did not relish nor enjoy.