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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.

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Seagull, HEY ROOMIE.

[idologue]

[ Lacus has spent some of the happier years of her life sharing a bed, but that bed was shared with adorable little children under her protections. This? This is a grown man. ]

The size of these beds is certainly indicating that they were meant for more than single use, but... What a bold choice for mixed gender rooming, wouldn't you say?

[ In Lacus' hands, there is a little pink robot with its own speaker system: ] I won't accept that!

[microtransactions]

Hee hee! Juuuust covering our bases. [ he spreads his hands wide in a brief shrug with a jaunty tilt of the head, ears twitching, before settling into the posture in this icon, hands clasped. ] I'm sure all sorts of different things have happened in the places where we're all from, so I wouldn't want to assume!

[ but then he sobers, just a little, settling into something a little more sedate. boy it'd be funny if all these guys had was audio and the catbot and assorted resort miscellanea aren't feeding them any visual. ]

So was there a third one of you who ended up drawing the short straw when it comes to whatever rock paper scissors game you played to decide who would kill who ... or did you just pull in one poor random soul to test this theory out on?

[divector]

[ He nods. ]

I can't say I disagree. If it weren't for the lack of information on why we're here, I wouldn't be opposed to hanging around for a while.

[diabolizes]

[ Those robes do certainly look like they could belong in his world, which already ingratiates Wei Wuxian to her a bit. Maybe they have some similarities.

Anyway, this is what he feared. It's clearly an issue with the pink thing, and might just be with her as well. ]

Yes, I believe so. I can sleep on the floor with no issue to free up a bed solely for you.

[ He's been sleeping on a cave floor so this is an improvement anyway. ]

[chrysaline]

[ Since he's taking it in such good humor, she gives in and laughs too. Although she trails off after a few seconds and turns to look out at the ocean again. ]

I've never heard of China, either. How strange. You don't think... perhaps we died, or something like that?

[diabolizes]

[ No, not really. It just makes him think of copying long passages from the archive in Gusu. But they're living together, so he'll be polite. ]

Preservation is important. Is it only for your ears?

[rapt0r]

[ Haruka do you have a death wish for real. ]

Cuz I'm not an idiot. If that would've fixed everything we wouldn't be talking.

But I'll remember that for later.

[diabolizes]

We haven't died, I'm sure of it.

[ He knows enough ghosts to know that this isn't the afterlife. ]

If you ask me, I believe someone used some sort of magic on us to bring us here. I felt it in the electricity all over my body before I awoke on the beach.

[divector]

I don't mind at all.

[ Yes, Mr. Pink, that's a problem all right! ]

They do have a cute design. I was wondering what they looked like from below, and well, I took the chance.

[ The poor, cute robot still levitates in the air, waiting for gravity to reclaim it. ]

[felame]

[ good old l corp. her brow does raise at that, but it's a reference she can entertain later.

the other stuff is— also city bullshit, honestly. ]

... If that's the case, pointless as it is, perhaps I'll run my blade through one of those speakers in the trees.

[ would that be smart? no. but that notion is infuriating when her patience is already running thin. ]

luna i'm sorry in advance for everything

[conchy]

[This grown man is also a gentleman! Just... don't ask him which dictionary you'll find Lobelia's definition of "gentleman" under. He and Wei Wuxian are in agreement that any women that may be rooming with them deserve to have a bed to themselves, and it seems this... robot concurs.]

Oui, but it is hardly appropriate for homme and femme to share a bed under circumstances like these. You and that... curious automaton of yours... ought to have one to yourselves.

[passetemps]

[ a slight nod. ]

They do seem suspiciously hands-off in their approach.

[ to whatever they're trying to do here. ]

But for now I am merely taking stock of this place's inventory for future reference.

...Anyway, if I were to decide I desired a memento of my time with her, I would much prefer to make one myself.

[conchy]

Non! The majesty of sound isn't something to be hoarded and kept to oneself. Ah... but it's a shame my archive hasn't made it onto the island with me. I would have loved to satisfaire you with a wide array of wonderful sounds!

[Truly a shame.............]

[townmusician]

[Everyone is so mean to him!!!!

(He deserves it.)]

How am I supposed to know what’s possible when like - different worlds are apparently a thing!

[diabolizes]

[ A HUGE SHAME..... ]

Show me the new ones you make. As the inventor of audiomancy, I'm sure you can manage to gather plenty more.

[townmusician]

[help, he needs an adult]

…Haruka Isumi.

[Which is only polite, with Merlin having already introduced himself, but it still feels like giving him his name is a bad idea.]

Are you really planning some sort of escape?

[plunges]

[ Lobelia gets the flattest look.

And, warily, Xiao starts his very long journey towards the other side of the island. ]

[townmusician]

[Is this a normal conversation…? Why is he acting like this isn’t totally bizarre?!]

Don’t call me pudding boy! I have a name, you know!

[And stop calling him delicious!!]

[divector]

[ With the ease of someone born into the right technological age, he takes out his own device to point out where it can be found on the screen. ]

It can be rather finicky, so always make sure to double-check what your text says before pressing send.

[ Or don't and let the possible combination of voice-to-text and autocorrect write this comedy for everyone's entertainment. (He really hopes there's autocorrect.) ]

[conchy]

[Wow, someone legitimately interested in his work! What a rare treat!! lmao]

That much is certain, friend!

[but speaking of.......... whomst the hell is this man]

Ah... excusez-moi, we have yet to properly introduce ourselves. I am Lobelia, the greatest genius the Skydom has ever known. And you are...?

[conchy]

Adieu! Safe travels!

[And, once lil Xiao makes his way to the other side of the island... he'll feel that conch begin to vibrate in his hand. What will you do, Xiao?]

[townmusician]

[????? WHAT DID HE EVEN DO!!]

What’s so funny about me?!

[diabolizes]

Wei Wuxian, known far and wide as the Yiling Patriarch.

[ He thinks it's a stupid title and wishes he could've gotten a title for a deed better than living on a mountain of dead bodies, but hey. If this guy is going to be extra when introducing himself, then so will Wei Wuxian. ]

[dupiety]

[No.

Also, "oui"? Sir what does that mean.]

It's more or less what I and many others did, if you can believe it.

[So the question didn't just come from nowhere.]

What can you tell me about this establishment, then?

[townmusician]

Is that a good thing or a bad thing…