For the second time [i]today[/i] Penny got to enjoy the exquisite taste of sand. 

For the second time she pushed herself up from her position face first on the beach, shaking herself like a wet dog to try and get the sand off of her and spitting to get it out of her mouth. At least this time it hadn't got into her nose, and the face plant at least meant that her glasses hadn't gone flying off her face during the...

What was that? Some kind of sudden storm? She hadn't been paying much attention to the water. All she knew was that it had sudden't gotten dark and windy, the voice of god had shouted something soul rattling, then she'd been swept up in something. She'd read about rogue waves, sudden unexpected tsunamis that turned over whole ships but aside from the seas spray she didn't feel wet so that was out? Maybe a sudden tornado? Dust devils got that powerful, rarely.

But no, those hypothesis went right out the window the moment she looked up and saw jungle where their should be resort. Penny climbed to her feet and just stared out into the bush, her eyes trailing all the way up to the mountainous twin peaks she was sure hadn't been on the brochure. For a second she frantically turned her head left and right trying to spot the resort. To be fair to her she [i]did[/i] spot the resort. Parts of it anyway. A few of those shops had been overturned in that sudden whirlwind. No, no, that wasn't right. That didn't make sense. If was more likely to think that they were dropped there by whatever had swept them here.

"So that's it, huh?" She said breathlessly. "We aren't in Kansas anymore?" She turned around and looked down the crescent curve of this new beach. That was the only explanation, wasn't it? Something had happened and now they were somewhere else. Somewhere that looked, from this side at least, deserted save for the people that had been flung here. As the magnitude of that started to set in she suddenly felt very naked.

Her bag? It was gone, or at least not around here. He new book, her stupid game, all her day supplies, it was all blown who knows where. That was fine, that was fine, she could probably find it if she had a few more pairs of eyes. That wouldn't be hard. At least it wouldn't be if she had her epithet. 

Looking at the area around her feet, though, she was out of luck in that department too.

Her breath caught in her throat. She hit the dirt, frantically clawing up handfuls of sand and throwing it every which way but it just wasn't there. She stood back up again, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth and try and hide the worry her body language was broadcasting to anyone around.

"Hey!" She called out, turning in little circles. "Kid? Hey kid, where'ed you go? Jude? Mr. Aviators?"