An Awakening

Your eyes flicker open, and you find yourself staring up through a haze of black smoke and leaves. The sun is shining high above you, and the air is warm on your nearly bare skin. Looking around you, there are two other people sitting up at the same time. A pile of wreckage behind you is burning, pouring out the choking black smoke. Above you, a canopy of maple leaves filters out some of the light, leaving you in shade.

One of the men by the fire begins to sit up, checking over his person, feeling his body, pressing in random places.

As Marty looks around the space, a few things jump out. There's a beach with lapping blue water about 400 feet away from you. You are all lying in a copse of trees that gets darker the further away from the beach it goes. About 20 feet away is a pile of burning wreckage, still with orange flames and black smoke pouring out of it. You pick out a few things of note: a tail fin with part of the letter E or F on it. A broken propeller blade hangs limply from a flaming engine. Your 'clothes' are drab gray, singed, and amount to nothing more than shorts and a belly shirt. The sun is directly overhead, and the day is warm in the shade of the trees, so it must be very warm in the direct sun.

The girl gets up and walks away from the two bickering men, not far, just a few feet. She looks them over a few times while they talk. "He's just introduced himself. Relax."

She moves to the left and peers at the wreckage, then the beach. "I was on campus shopping. Is that a beach? Are we supposed to believe we each got flown here without any memory?

Marty, as you investigate the beach, you don't find much. A pair of rocks the size of grapefruits, and some broken boughs. Down closer to the water, there are some seashells, nothing huge.

Deeper in the forest is much of what you'd expect. Fallen limbs, some fallen trees. Mounds of leaves, and a fair amount of acorns. There is some birdsong coming from deeper in the wooded area, however.

Go ahead and make a check to gather survival materials from the woods.

All checks (unless specified) have a base target of 70 on a 1d100 roll. In this case, you are in a well-stocked area from that perspective, so the target for this would be 60. You can add 1d10 to your roll because of your Mind rating. Additionally, you can drop the target by 10 because of your 2 survival points. So roll 1d100, 1d10 and the sum goes against a target of 50.

The plane wreckage is ~250' away. It's "super" on fire. You feel the heat from where you are at the moment.