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[killerwaves]

INTRO

Whoever you are, wherever you were, the last thing you remember is the salty smell of the sea breeze and a distinct tickle of electricity across your body. Enough to cause alarm perhaps, but in the next moment it all goes black, or blue to be more precise. When you stir into consciousness, those fuzzy sensations are all that you have as an explanation, though there's certainly more to experience around you.

The warm bright rays of the sun, the rhythmic cresting of the waves into the shore, the unfortunate feeling of sand sticking to you everywhere, because you're lying flat on your back on a beach without a beach towel. At least you're not alone, and at least it doesn't seem like you've been completely dumped unceremoniously, as there's orderly space between you and the 27 others who share your predicament. Whoever left you here probably could have dumped you into a pile, but they have better manners than that.

However you decide to react to your sudden vacation, you'll find that you're dressed just as you last recall and that you have at least one possession of yours on hand. Whatever else you had on you appears to be affected by baggage routing, unfortunately. You'll also find a key inscribed with a particular bird and a strange device in your pocket, ostenstibly some type of cellphone from the period when blackberrys were all the rage. A pop-up window will greet you when you turn on the device, prompting you to pick a username (this pop-up can be ignored for up to 24 hours) and also walking you through a basic tutorial on its functions. For now, it seems like the public network isn't running, but the direct message function is availiable. It ends with a cheerful blurb instructing that "For further questions and help, please contact one of the hotel staff!"

As there's nary a soul that seems to actually work here on the beach proper, it might be worth it to explore. Around the resort are robots manning the buffet, sweeping, and even making cocktails if you want to drink your problems away. While they'll answer to basic commands, provide you with a map of the island, or even be happy to tell you the weather, they're incapable of engaging in any meaningful dialogue. Any questions or demands they can't answer will yield the statement to please contact the administrators.

Whoever they may be, but they'll show their faces eventually. Probably.

((OOC: Welcome to Last Resort! Poke a mod in the discord if you have any questions. The NPC meet and greet will take place at 5PM EST/2PM PST today! ))

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[butcherspice]

Think so? Oughta save the next bottle I glass someone with, then. I could be fuckin’ Picasso.

[Billy sounds genuinely amused by the thought—he’s never really been much of an artist in the traditional sense unless you count combat ingenuity as an art.

He gives Zelkov a once-over, noting how dreary and draped in layers this guy is.]

You gotta be sweating your balls off in that, son. What, trying to see how quick you’ll get heat stroke?

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[dysnowpian]

[ Exceptionally long coat meet exceptionally long coat. Sonya's coat and attire look better suited for winter, or at least fall. He might have to fix that at some point, but right now there's more pressing matters, like returning that wave. ]

Well hello there. [ He probably wasn't expecting a coconut, but his reflexes are good enough where he catches it handily. ]

Aren't you generous.

[gravitys]

Look, if you wanna fight with people over not sharing the bed, that's on you. It's got nothin' to do with me.

[ He's pretty sure he can manage to keep one side of one bed and that's all he cares about. ]

[townmusician]

Are you doing this on purpose?!

[why r u so mean to him

even though he’s done basically nothing











yet]

Well, what kind of music would you play on it?

[does he have his magic flute right now]

[gravitys]

No? It's got layers. I'll just remove whatever gets to be too much.

[ Though honestly he'll just wear anything important to him as a rule. ]

[conchy]

Crush the conque...?

[No! No!! Chuuya is this close to making a horrible discovery.]

Though it would pain me to see a valuable piece of my collection reduced to rubble, its utter destruction will result in a truly glorieuse sonate!

[And rather than deign Chuuya's second question with an answer (conches are love, conches are life, all other shells can get the shell out), he hands Chuuya a shell from his collection.]

Go on, Chuuya. Stomp on it with all your might and listen to what follows.

[gravitys]

Some pretty tacky shit, but if we color it black it'll work probably?

[ Chuuya goes to look because apparently he's bored enough to accommodate this. ]

[divector]

[ Something, something, high places. And a question for the ages right there. ]

Sharing breakfast. Did you already eat? Coconuts are quite delicious.

[ He suddenly pauses that thought, apparently remembering something. ]

Oh, right... You're not allergic, are you?

[hearnoplague]

They move about of their own violation and understand simple commands. That constitutes some form of animation, does it not?

[ On a scale of reanimated skeleton to conscious sentient being, those things seem to be slightly higher than the former. ]

2.

[felame]

[ confusion is the theme of the day here, it seems. but, beyond that— ]

... If you've recognized it as such a thing, whether or not you have money should not be a factor.

[ crea? don't fall for scams you've acknowledged as scams? ]

Regardless, it's asking you to provide an alias. Something others will use to identify you while communicating with that to— [ TOY ] —device, I assume.

[townmusician]

[HELLO COPS POLICE? I NEED TO REPORT A CRIME.]

Wh- what did you just do?! You’re not really going to steal my voice, are you?

[He needs that!!!!!]

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[dysnowpian]

[ Alice gets a small wave back, Sonya wandering over in response to the universe ? head tilt. ]

What do you need help with? It's fairly old technology, but it still has some use.

[chrysaline]

You think so? You make it look like the heat doesn't bother you at all.

[ And with those robes and long hair? How cool... ]

Juice would be nice, anyway... I'm glad whoever brought us here was nice enough to leave us so much food.

[divector]

Hello to you as well.

[ He leaves his own coconut on his lap to clap at that. Nice catch, fellow long coat, they should all play baseball one day. ]

They come highly recommended, and as fresh as probably possible.

[ So sharing them with everyone is a logical course of action, you see. ]

[immortalpoet]

Wow. As if I couldn't tell.

[He is moving to brush off said sand now glowering.]

Who are you?

[gravitys]

[ Well, hey, he likes destruction. So Chuuya needs no further encouragement to drop the shell onto the ground and stamp on it way harder than needed and also probably harder than it seems like he should be able to, impacting the ground with more than his own weight. ]

[immortalpoet]

Big fan of beaches?

[He doesn't mean that seriously - he too is moving up to his feet, brushing sand out of his hair.]

...Someone sent us somewhere?

[gravitys]

I think it leans more to the "commands", less to the "volition".

[ But, hey, no reason to be rude to the robots (yet). ]

[finalmix]

Figured that out, hm? We're not in Kansas anymore.

[ i don't actually know if he would make an Oz reference but he probably thinks it's funny. ]

[immortalpoet]

[With a short, blunt tone:]

Short enough. What's it to you?

[divector]

[ He tilts his head to the side, blinking owlishly. ]

Oh? But there's four of us. It stands to reason that there's two to one.

[dakicover]

You looked like you knew more than I did.

[ he shrugs??? ]

Fine, how about this?

[ if it's a codename he wants, then crea might as well go with one he already knows all too well: dakimakura ...oh, no spaces allowed. alright, then how about...dakimakuracover...no, isn't this a bit too long?

makuracover... yeah, that seems fine. enter.

... ]

Oh, it worked.

[townmusician]

No, I’m not, but…

[More important question:]

How the hell am I supposed to open it?

palm tree

[immortalpoet]

[He ignores the man, clearly. No need to waste his time. When the coconut comes, though...]

[He reaches out and catches it in an instant.]

[And then crushes it in his hand like its made of paper.]

Want this to be your head next?

bar

[felame]

[ the look xiao gives him isn't incredulous, but there is a pause between hearing that question and her response.

who knows what's going on in that silence, mentally— ]

... What a relaxed offer, considering the circumstances.

[ at least it's not said in a judgmental tone? ]