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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]

Liyue.

[ Does that ring a bell, Crea? ]

And you?

[immortalpoet]

Sure. Why not. Lead the way...Wuxian.

[HOW DO YOU WANT TO BE CALLED]

Where do you even come from, anyways?

[mysticpowerbroker]

[ ...CRYING I see the pun there. ]

Oh, exactly! I see I've encountered a man with very good taste.

[ This is literally a 'Ah, I see you're a man of culture as well' meme happenin'. ]

I was thinking something along the same lines myself. And there really is no reason not to take advantage of what's available to us to enjoy~

[divector]

Hmm, an actual City... Districts are nothing new to me, but I don't know anything about Wings. I'm guessing they're something like governments?

[plunges]

I am trying to figure out how to answer the question that this device is asking.

[ Typing...what is it? He has no idea. ]

[diabolizes]

[ He laughs. ]

Oh, we have plenty of ridiculous customs!

[gravitys]

Yeah? [ Personally, he doesn't mind admitting when something he wants is twisted by normal standards. Granted, Chuuya doesn't think about this shit all that deeply. If he lives his life by any standards or rules it's the rules of the Port Mafia - and by and large they don't give a fuck what he pursues outside of work. He can't say he's never worried about pleasing people - or at least, he's felt loyalty to others that has kept him in check.

Thinking about simply not giving a fuck at all is interesting, intellectually. ]

I don't think twisted and corrupt are the same thing, I guess, so it ain't like it was even an insult. Though I do think you're a shady as fuck guy, it ain't like I can talk.

[ A shrug. ]

So is it just destruction that you're pursuin'?

[gluttoning]

[Oh are they sharing secrets

His brow tightens for a second as he picks up her scent. Huh. He shrugs as he leans down to her, nodding very seriously.]

I guess the ocean isn't too bad. There's plenty to eat.

Jellyfish aren't good, though. Especially the poison ones. They taste fine, but they always give me a stomachache.

So if you ever end up in the ocean, don't do that.

[gravitys]

[ 🤝 being experiments ]

It is what it is. It's mine now.

[mysticpowerbroker]

[ What is true fear? Unknown to a magus such a he...!! ]

Hmm, alright.

[ Merlin does as instructed, and then he hears the sound of Haruka shrieking like a banshee, which gets him to react in what is a combination of surprise tingled with entertained amusement. This is NOT what he was expecting, but it's kind of funny. ]

How did you manage to do something like this?

[conchy]

[Shit's fucked if you ask him, but he can't fault them for their good taste. For centuries, eh... It wouldn't hurt to pay them a visit and compare notes.]

Nothing so simple as that! With audiomancy, the possibilities are presque limité. This Gusu Lan Clan you mentioned, what purpose does their musique serve?

[immortalpoet]

[A LOUD SIGH I'M SORRY HE'S THE WORST, LOCAL MAN NEVER EXPLAINING LORE EVER]

I'm not some kind of encyclopedia. Anyways, you're not from there. It shouldn't matter.

[gravitys]

Yeah. No clue which of 'em will win.

[ He kind of feels like Alice might. ]

[finalforte]

[Close enough for her to count it!]

Where are they, anyway? Kanon's got some things to talk to them about!

[divector]

[ oh a little old man... ]

There might be a way to use voice-to-text, but generally, you can press buttons to type in your answer.

[finalforte]

Some guy Katsumata-san invited. He's sooooooo gross, but everyone said he had to be there.

[immortalpoet]

Good for you. Keep it that way.

[He means it.]

Guess that helps with whatever you do, too.

[mysticpowerbroker]

A Merlin, of course~

[ ... ]

[gluttoning]

Oh. Good, that'd be pretty awful. You can't have much to eat when you're a machine.

At least that means you're out there somewhere.

[microtransactions]

Y'think there's a third tier involved in this, even higher up than them? It's a thought, I guess!

[ what a fun thought to add to their growing collection of fun thoughts so far. ]

[gravitys]

Smuggling, enforcement, that kinda thing.

[ A whole lot of bullshit about some magical powers that have nothing to do with day to day operations, also. ]

[conchy]

[Kinda? Come on, give him a little more credit than that. Lobelia chuckles.]

What a shame that a musician fails to understand the power of sound! And there I thought we might be birds of a feather...

[gravitys]

Mafia executive. [ He just owns up, since Vergil has been more or less forthcoming with him. ]

[divector]

[ haha project moon haha l corp haha angela my love ]

All right, point taken. I don't like talking about colonies outside my own anyway. But it is interesting to see how varied our backgrounds are. Makes me wonder what's our common link.

[diabolizes]

[ Wei Wuxian looks at Vergilius as he starts walking in a direction that seems to lead off of the beach... hm, he's definitely older, so he'll accept his full name not being used. ]

I'm from China, and was raised in Yunmeng to be precise.

[ Though he wouldn't say he hails from there any longer. ]

Yourself?