[i]"Well we need to get up somehow,"[/i] said the youngster.

Nautilus took a number of steps back into an area in the setting that is not covered by the island. [i]Unless the characters up there can fly, there should be an easily accessible way to go up the island,[/i] he thought, as he looked for any shape in the island that they can climb on. However, he didn't seem to find them. [i]So, they can fly? Well, that could be justified, otherwise unnamed characters will fall off the islands rather frequently,[/i] he concluded. He then looked at the youngster emptying his schoolbag, and Nautilus just smiled. That youngster must have been sucked into the Guild when he used his computer before his school's lesson started. "I guess we'll start our run up this thing?" Nautilus said. The youngster walked toward him and replied his question.

[i]"Right. So before we start running, i've got an idea. I made this roleplay, so i'm like the GM right?"[/i]

Nautilus waited for the youngster's further moves. [i]What did he mean? Will he try to flick his hand hoping plot advances?[/i] he thought. He didn't ask the youngster about that, believing that sooner or later he would get the answer. Five minutes later, Nautilus could confirm that the answer was yes, and that even the GM of a roleplay is still a roleplayer, an ordinary human who can't bend his own roleplay according to his will.

[i]"Well that didn't work. We're in darkness... Light is very visible in darkness. Too bad I don't have my phone on me. How's yours?."[/i]

"Mine's out of power, and we haven't found a way to recharge it here," he answered.

[i]"Bah, light's probably not light enough,"[/i] the youngster replied.

Nautilus looked at the youngster cutting branches. For a while, he wondered what the youngster was doing. He thought they would climb, but the youngster's actions didn't seem to advance the plan. It took Nautilus a long time before he finally realized what the youngster was doing, and how silly he had been all the time.

[i]"Come on, you gonna help or not? I don't feel like running, besides, we're in some different roleplay so I doubt they can follow us into this one,"[/i] the youngster said, in what Nautilus perceived as a slap on his face for being so dumb.

[i]Ah, we're gonna make a fire? Let's hope anyone noticed,[/i] Nautilus thought. He searched the pocket in his shirt, and found a gas lighter. The shirt Nautilus was wearing actually belonged to his father, who was of the same size as him and he was only wearing it by mistake, due to him also possessing a shirt of the same model. Nautilus's father was a smoker, so he always had a gas lighter ready. "Maybe it'll be easier for them to see us if the fire isn't almost directly below them," Nautilus said as he began moving the branches and books the youngster had put to another area some distance away from the island so that it would be more easily seen by anyone above looking down. He then grabbed the gas lighter and set fire on a book with 'Eolas an tSlí' written on it to start the bonfire. "Hey, young man, where do you come from?" Nautilus asked, really wondering the place of origin of the youngster due to the incomprehensible text.