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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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[plunges]

Yes.

[ God bless, Chuuya. Though...Xiao figures it's probably harder to throw the phone back up, so he'll jump down from the tree and land gracefully on his feet in front of the other man. ]

You were able to handle it, then?

[dakicover]

[ familiar face! ]

Really? I think it's pretty necessary, with so many of us here. Or else people will be fighting for hours over where to sleep. [ he laughs. ] Though maybe we should check for bed bugs, just in case. Who knows how long this place has been left unattended to?

[gravitys]

Introduce yourself first before you ask that kinda thing!

[ Apparently not too bothered by the portal shit, though he's like ??? taking a few steps back here. ]

[townmusician]

[Oh, that jump was pretty sick.

But also, his ankles??]

...What? What's wrong with the phone? It's not doing anything.

[immortalpoet]

1. WAKE UP (WAKE UP) grab a brush and put a little make-up-

[Are you getting up on this lovely beach? Same here! Except the way this man gets up is like someone put a spring in his body - his upper half snaps upward, dark bangs cascading over his eyes, which are now....glowing an eerie red. Uh. Maybe eyes do that?]

[To whoever is next to him, he'll turn, his voice coming out in a deep, gruff, but obviously stern sigh of a tone.]

Explain this. Now.

2. RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE

[After his bout of intimidating people close to him, Vergilius is...still doing that, in his own way. The aura around this man is heavy, to say the least, but he seems to have eased off. There's a strange sword in his hand, and he keeps it held loosely in his hand as he moves around.]

[He does seem to have met one of the robots, though, and he stares at it as it pipes up in its cheerful tone. He doesn't answer it.]

[Instead he just reaches out and....knocks it down with a whack of his (heavily scarred) hand.]

Hrm. How irritating.

[Violence against machinery, clearly...]

3. WILDCARD

[Overall, he's just a big tall intimidating guy with red eyes poking through the resort! Come dm me at crystal#4450 or plurk @ vampirize!! THROW ANYTHING AT THIS MAN]

[gravitys]

[ He could've done it, but he's fine just handing it over to the other short guy. Unite. ]

Easy as shit. See this keyboard? You just type with the keys and whatever. Doesn't seem like there's anything it's connected to runnin' yet though. [ But at least now the prompt is gone. ]

[gravitys]

I guess. I feel like there's better ways to recycle.

[ He thinks the statues look kind of lame...a public art appreciator he isn't, apparently. ]

[dakicover]

Haha, sorry, sorry! Maybe it's a type of defense mechanism?

[ he waves his hands against his chest, trying to chill chuuya down. ]

I'm used to weird and dangerous situations, but this is a new one, even for me. I'm just as concerned as you are. Why the hell are we here, am I right?

[gravitys]

Oh yeah? What is it?

[ The song. Chuuya was looking at post cards, but he glances up when someone else speaks. He doesn't appear particularly concerned about Isumi. ]

[plunges]

Sleeping outside is not an inconvenience.

[ Says Xiao...who doesn't sleep..... ]

But if you find any bugs, I will assist you in handling them. I will escort them outside.

2......

[townmusician]

[Bruh.]

What did that robot even do to you?

[Normally, sassing a weird gloomy man with a weird, spooky sword is probably a bad idea but.

The robot did nothing wrong??? Don't be mean??]

[gravitys]

[ If it helps, he's more mid-tier annoyed and more at the situation than Crea...though cheeriness in dire situations can get on his nerves if it reminds him too much of other people who do it. ]

Oh, yeah? You have a dangerous job or something?

[chosenwang]

i. wake up
[ he opens an eye and then scrunches his face. ]

This wasn't what I had in mind when I wanted a vacation. Why couldn't it be some kind of amusement park or at least surrounded by my adoring fans? [ He sits up and brushes off the sand from his clothes. ]

The least they could do is provide a towel. Who just dumps their guests on sand like this? [ Clicking his tongue in distaste as he shakes his head. Turning to look at whomever is nearby. ] How do I look? Is there sand in my hair? [ Or a booty starfish on him? ]

ii. domo arigatou mr roboto

[ He can be found inspecting one of the furbots carefully. ]

This is quite the genre and time shift. This has to be some kind of trap or illusion, right?

iii. explora dora

[ Wang Lu can be found on cursed floaty, at the bar or even in the Pelican Cabana. Feel free to approach or dm me for to plan something out! ]

beach!

[plunges]

[ Sir...are you asking Mr. Fantasy Man Jr. over here about what a username is??? ]

I assume it is the name you use on a daily basis. What a pointless question for it to ask.

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[gravitys]

[ 🤝 author names ]

That should be my line! [ Yeah, Chuuya doesn't know either...so he just snaps back, annoyed. Though if this guy is confused about this as well, he probably isn't a huge immediate threat. The size of Vergilius doesn't intimidate him at all. ]

shell of a good time (i'm scared)

[plunges]

[ ....what....what is he looking at right now....

Xiao will not step closer, but he's close enough to see this unusually large collection of conch shells. ]

What is it?

a shell of a good time

[gravitys]

[ French? Chuuya eyes the guy suspiciously, but he'll come closer anyway. He's confident in his ability to protect himself, so there's nothing to worry about. ]

What? [ Less friendly, but not outright hostile. ]

[townmusician]

I think it was literally just called "Bled Dry." I couldn't read the band's name because their logo was...

[He's ESL. He can't read Metal Font™ all that well.

Also, he was kind of distracted when he was in Denmark.]

It just looked like a bunch of trees?

[plunges]

...The "phone"?

[ What? ]

[diabolizes]

[ A name you use on a daily basis... makes sense to him! ]

Ah, so is this a chance for us to go by a pseudonym, leaving the rest of the inhabitants here none the wiser when it comes to our true, horrifying name?

[gravitys]

Never heard the song before, and that doesn't sound familiar. [ SHRUGS. He's ESL as well, and doesn't really follow the music scene all that closely. He'll turn on the radio and listen to whatever, pretty much. ]

Kind of seems like a weird thing to sell, though. Don't these things usually play fishing songs or whatever? [ Having never experienced the desire to own a singing fish to hang on the wall, Chuuya isn't for sure on this. ]

closes my eyes (shell time,)

[townmusician]

[Haruka doesn't trust like that. "Friendly" men with childlike grins are never good news, in his experience. He only has experience with one man like that, but, well.

Ryou's certainly a character.

Hw frowns, suspicious, and crosses his arms.]

Why? What are you even doing, anyways?

[plunges]

[ manlets hell yeah let's go ]

...I see.

[ He'll figure it out. Probably. ]

What is the purpose of this device? Why did I need to give it my name?

i. wake up

[gravitys]

You've got sand everywhere.

[ Gestures to the guy's shoulders where he missed some. ]

Kinda what happens when someone dumps your body on a beach, I guess.

[hearnoplague]

... You call this recycling?

[ He thinks the same, only because he has seen much better statues. ]

Who even created these?