Sometimes your body tells you that it's just too early to get up and do anything. This was one of those times. On a South Pacific isle a young man in a tie-dyed t-shirt and torn black jeans was getting sick of being unconscious. Sungazer, true to his name, lay on the sand, eyes still closed but aimed into the sun. Ripples of pain played in his central nervous system. Various internal organs burned. He could feel distinct layers of his skin. There was a taste in his mouth like dust bunnies had set up shop.

Lying on his chest, his hat was doing marginally better. Fiona, at least, had her voice back.

Fiona: Oh--oh--oh...oh, my aching crown...
Sungazer: Gg-gg-smhop-gggk...
Fiona: Sungazer? Is that you? Christ, I'm hung over. I feel like I've been at your botany teacher's office hours.

At that, the Lizard rolled himself onto one side and tried valiantly to vomit.

Fiona: Sorry. He was the one who kept wiggling his thighs when you talked to him, wasn't he? I should know better, really. My fault.
Sun: Fiona? Do I look hung over to you?
Fiona: You like like _The_Persistence_of_Memory_.
Sun: Hell.

He lurched onto his back once again.

Sun: We were at some kind of party, weren't we? Featherfall was there...and Silver Fox...and Nathan was there, you were necking with his black hat the whole time.
Fiona: We were not necking! I'll have you know we were chatting. As much as I can recall, anyway.
Sun: Punch. There was punch...I drank a lot of it...someone must've spiked it.
Fiona: And you don't drink, do you?
Sun: Because I have low tolerence and I make Zelgadis look peppy when I'm drunk, that's why. So then...let me see. Oh, expletive. At some point I got into a shouting match with Featherfall about who would get to glomp Valgarv first. Then I was going to sock Bluefox for bringing that damned box of his...and after that, it's all a blur. Where are we, anyway?
Fiona: Uh, a big volley ball court, I think. I can't see straight.

There was a moment of silence, while both of them got their innards in order.

Sun & Fiona: Up--PERISCOPE!

Sungazer stood and put Fiona atop his head.

Fiona: A...really, really big volleyball court. With a..swimming pool. Up against a deserted island backdrop. Eeep.
Sungazer: A deserted island, face it. I got a _really_ bad feeling about this.

Carrying several week's worth of clothes, and several pins for Fiona, along with a large amount of assorted props they staggered up the beach. Near the tree line was a short brunette dressed in a lime green bathing suit and an opaque cotton skirt. Mar Mercader was also burdened with an incredible amount of stuff in coordinated Marmalade Boy luggage.

Sun: Oy! Srta. Mercader! Como te vas?
Mar:  Mirasol!  Srta. Fiona! Casi mal. Y vosotros?
Sun: Me duele todo el cuerpo.
Fiona: Uh, ditto.
Mar: Yes! Me too. I must have drunk so much last night, and I just woke up, thinking, 'Gods, why am I cast away in this awful place?'
Fiona: How did we get here, anyway?
Mar: There was a party on Dathon's Starcraft star craft, I remember. It started getting out of control when we played the John Tesh album...
Voice: If only we'd stayed with Depeche Mode, this wouldn't have happened!

Stumbling out of the forest was another survivor. She had long black hair, black wings, and a black tail. Her grey eyes, still with a mischievous twinkle at their rims, were crossed with frustration and anger.

Featherfall: I must've bruised every inch of me in a crash landing or something. My head is swiming, my stomach is upset, It's a pain to carry all my baggage _and_ this stupid spatula...
Fiona: She's wearing a Care Bears bedsheet toga!
Mar: And not much else!
Sun: Whoops!

He turned his back as Featherfall slipped into a full-length purple kimono and tied it around her waist with a black sash.

Feather: I remember that the star craft took off from Hawaii at 9. By 10 every drop of my fermented Funky Fruit juice had disappeared. After that, everything's blurry. I think I remember someone kept climbing up on the disco ball, because I kept flying up there to chase him off. You may look now.

Sun: OK.
Mar: So where is everyone else, then?
Feather: We don't have any choice but to look, do we?

Unfortunately, nobody had thought to pack one of those Pod Racers from Star Wars. So the fearless foursome were stuck dragging their junk along the sand and bitching about it until someone did. Which was only a half hour or so. With a roar and a whoosh, and then a whoosh and a roar, a small convenience store attached to two huge engines pulled up. Two young men in convenience store clerk uniforms came out.

Fiona, Sun, Mer & Feather: Wow.
Dathon: Welcome to Protoss Fleet Quickie Mart. How may I help you?
Fiona: What's all this, then?
Bluefox: We found the wreckage of the Vrumugun and had Silver Fox cobble this pod racer together.

The pilot herself, dressed in a white one-piece and wearing wrap-around mirrored shades, leaned out from behind the Slurpee machine where the controls were and smirked.

Mar: What kind of fuel does it take?
SF: I'm powering it off of the H-bomb that Tecno had put in the hold.

To demonstrate its power, she held up two innocuous wires. A very large bolt of electricity shot between them.

Fiona: Omigosh! You're serious!
Feather: Why would anyone in their right mind bring a nuclear bomb aboard a spaceship? Especially one that they were attending a party aboard?
Bluefox: The chance that there is a bomb aboard any spaceship are very small. The odds that there are two are smaller still.
Dathon: Come aboard! We still have people to pick up.

By lunchtime they had recovered Tecno, Metamia, Nathan, his hat, and Fionavar, the last of the castaways, and done a few victory laps around the island. They parked the pod racer on the last stretch of beach next to a small secluded cove out of the wind. Rather than start constructing shelter immediately, they decided to hold an impromptu meeting in the convenience store. Because Silver Fox had seniority, she was elected facilitator, and called on Dathon to speak.

Dathon: I shouldn't have been piloting with her in the cockpit.

He pointed at the young girl wearing a yellow and blue striped string bikini under a long t-shirt that read 'I CAUGHT THE CRABS AT BIG DICK'S RAW BAR'.

Metamia: Yes, I know! I had the giggles bad, so I thought I'd go into the cockpit to calm down, and Dathon was there, and I told him Xellos' secret, and I didn't think what would happen, I'M SO SORRY! It was the punch.
Nathan: Totally!

The speaker was a heavyset man in need of a shave. He was drinking a Kirin Lager Slurpee, for which only he knew the recipe.

Nathan: Someone spiked that punch. At the start of the evening, I'm quoting Tennyson. The next thing I know, I'm swinging a hammer around and claiming I'm a paladin of justice and singing "Song of a Baker". Speaking of unusual behavior, where is my hat?
Sun: I think he's off in the bushes chatting with mine.

They exchanged a knowing nod.

Tecno: When I find out whoever spiked the punch, there will be hell to pay!!! I'm going to go pow! Right in the nads! You'd better watch out!
Silver: Would you like to say something, Fionavor?

The brown-haired elfin figure, dressed in a form-fitting wetsuit, shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.

Fionavor: There isn't any resolution, is there? Nobody will take responsibility. We all made fools of ourselves. Everyone knows I did my Deedlit imitation. Now we're on the shore of this unchartered desert isle with only our wits to keep us alive.
Silver: So it's going from bad to worse is your point.
Fionavor: Yes. It's only a matter of time before bordom or hormones, or probably both, drive us over the edge.
Tecno: So we gotta stick together! 'Cause if we don't we'll all be fried!
Dathon: All for each other, everone's hide!
Nathan: "'The curse has come upon me!' Cried, "The Lady of Shalot! "In the stormy east-wind straining..."
Feather: Oh, no! Someone's slipped the Funky Fruit Juice into the Slurpee machine!

Sungazer, with a straw in his mouth, froze. He checked his pulse, followed his own finger, and touched his nose.

Sungazer: No, I don't think so...or...I'd be wigging out right now. Hey! I can see the Bowen Reactivity Series taking place up on the volcano!

Without another word he dashed off into the jungle. Silver Fox opened her mouth to say something, but was cut of by Metamia's yell of delight.

Metamia: Yahoo! Well, if you can't fight it, join it!

Before anyone could stop her she had swallowed the rest of Sungazer's "Mango" Slurpee in a single gulp.

Metamia: TELL ME ALL ABOUT BOWEN'S ARROW, SUNGAZER!!! ------

"...and before the sun had set the ten castaways were high high high in the blue sky. They ravaged their bodies and minds with hallucinogenic fruit products and had wild uninhibited sexual orgies. They lived as happily as they could until their bodies simply gave out on them and their inbred children."

Gourry handed the script to the Queen of Swords.

QOS: I like it, Gourry. Did Amelia help you type this up?
Gourry: Yeah! I can never remember which one's the shift and which one's the space.
QOS: Great. Well, this will become the basis for a future episode then.
Xellos: (giggle) Can I be a hat? Can I be a hat?