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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.

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[finalmix]

Me, important? Hilarious.

[ joshua is giggling. why does this ALSO sound like an inside joke. ]

What would your personal hell look like anyway?

[finalmix]

Speaking from personal experience?

[ he sounds way too amused about this but he's going to accompany wei wuxian to go poke around the gift shop, although if he strays towards the clothes items that's probably Not Just A Coincidence ]

At least we got the name of the place, even if I don't think I've heard of it before~

[immortalpoet]

What does that mean, "far better than you"?

[divector]

If I feel like carrying more back, sure.

[ And he zooms off without waiting for an answer.

This is the part where he goes out and grabs the most sour snacks on this island. Why? Unfortunately, that's genuinely what he's in the mood for. Hope she likes stuff like sour gummies and bonbons, because that's what he comes back with after a while. ]

[dakicover]

Well he looks less gray than you.

[finalmix]

Well, where were you expecting to end up? Got somewhere to be?

[conceivesfrenzy]

If you're not going to be useful, there's not much of a difference whether it's just him or not, is there?

[felame]

Forgive my initial inflexibility, then. In recent times, I've found myself more willing to bend, so I'll offer you that leeway towards your path.

[ she notes that, and she'll hardly take such subtle hints lightly. not from a man like vergilius.

the poetry is, of course, right up her alley. ]

As you know, we're all aware of what may await us when we go to the places we do.

[ they're not novices, after all. though her circumstances are certainly different than his, with the color attached to his name. except... in this instance, perhaps she was closer than usual. ]

... That may have actually been the first time I had not. At least, not completely.

[finalmix]

[ clicks his tongue because he's Like That ]

So close.

[ that was NOT close at all ]

Don't think I've heard about this northern kingdom before, though.

[finalforte]

Hyaha, Kanon told you! ♥

[finalmix]

[ abandoning joshua to the rest of the toucan cabana, how cruel ]

It's not the most optimal of living situations. You'd think a place this lavish could afford one cabana per person.

[finalmix]

The ghost of my patience given physical form.

[ this is not a flip phone so joshua unfortunately cannot slam his phone shut for Dramatics (tm), but he does slip the phone into his pocket. ]

Don't you know it's quite rude to eavesdrop?

[divector]

[ alas, that's self-interest for you ]

I agree. It's like they're trying to stoke conflict and observe the aftermath. Why else would they cut corners there?

[dupiety]

Very good. Then I shall plan on it.

[Ah, right. Introductions. Temenos places a hand on his chest and offers a small bow.]

A pleasure, Crea. I am Temenos.

[felame]

[ ah, that. she offers him a pensive glance before she turns back to her drink, her eyes closed in thought. ]

Feel free to take such words back to that land. The City is much the same way, so I know such things are a rarity.

[ but she doesn't sound troubled about that. it's simply how it is, and how she lived, for a time. ]

Deceits packaged as truth, at every turn. The pursuit of objectives outside your own, for the fulfillment of those above you, in order to survive. Was your pursuit of what amounts to heresy an effort to free yourself from that cycle?

[skyworp]

Hah.

[He laughs, and warps just to the other side of her, tilting his head in an owl-like manner.]

You don’t know how to have fun with that?

[skyworp]

Oh, you know. A little exile.

[skyworp]

Oh, there’ll be no doubts about that.

[skyworp]

Oh, no. I had thought, but I don’t make mistakes twice. I’m here now. Best make the most of it. What do you say?

[skyworp]

Lofty goals. You’ve got your work cut out for you. So every man will be a Lord?

[idologue]

My! Looks like our roommates will get a lot of privacy, then.

[ It makes her laugh a little - maybe living in such crowded close quarters is not going to be as much of an issue as thought. ]

It's far too nice outside to use the house for anything but sleeping!

[idologue]

[ Lacus' turn to look confused... ]

No, I don't think so? It's just surprising that I have been brought planetside without my noticing.

[idologue]

[ Lacus is gladly swayed to talking about Mr. Pink instead of confusing multiworld matters. ]

Not quite! Actually, Haros aren't a commercial product. My former fiancée created them as a surprise for me. When I loved Mr. Pink so much, he just kept making more...! Now we're quite the lively household of half a dozen Haros.

[immortalpoet]

Maybe he should. It would be better than looking as doe-eyed and dumbstricked as you.

[immortalpoet]

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[why.]

I think I can see why. Do you have any tastebuds?