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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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[immortalpoet]

[sounds like city bs to him]

And you're one of those experiments, huh.

[immortalpoet]

Inflexibility forgiven.

[A little nod - honestly, its a relief not to have to deal with the headache of someone not fully aware of City Bullshit (TM).]

And of course. But we tread forwards anyways. We follow our flow. [He tilts his head, his gaze curious.] And what do you mean by that? Something caught you by surprise?

[rapt0r]

Dealing with a tight ass is pretty much the same thing.

[ A beat. ]

But sure, ask me something then.

[hearnoplague]

Likewise.

[ An unknown cultist would be more of a concern if things weren't so bleak at the moment. Not to mention Kallamar himself is a mess right now, what with him in worn clothes and cut off from his crown and all. The loss of his ears were bad enough, but this feels incredibly unbecoming... And weak...

Yes, best to play nice with this one for now. ]

I've no memory of how I came to be on this beach, nor do I recognize these shores. Is that the same for you?

[felame]

[ handshake on city bullshit. perhaps it's that that makes her response to his still surprising curiousity with straightforward honesty.

their flow, huh.... ]

Nothing so tangible as a blade or a foe. The Library was what one might expect from a Star of the City in terms of threat level... in that moment.

[ the Horrors (TM). and that addendum, due to what he's told her. if the head got involved, though, again, that's irrelevant to the discussion at hand.

which is oddly personal, as she meets his gaze. ]

Has there ever been a time where you felt yourself falter, Red Gaze? Not in battle; not in a way that may spell your death as a Fixer. But as a person within a City filled with falsehoods. If so, that is my answer to your question: simply "myself". If not, then I'll not bore you with the details of such a thing.

[townmusician]

What would cause something like that? Like… you’re the expert on spirits, apparently, so is this actually abnormal?

[He can kind of buy that maybe Wei Wuxian is… not your average guy.]

[chrysaline]

Perhaps so. Maybe they're even still here? Someone must be, for them to bring all this food here. It can't have been simple to transport all this way.

[ But all they have is the robo-things Psyche doesn't understand. She still leans over to give the one behind the bar a little pet on the top of the head as if it were a real cat. ]

I wish they could tell us more. I suppose... whatever brought us here will have to explain eventually.

[ If the note of cheer in her voice is a little forced, she's still trying. ]

[townmusician]

[Well, it’s certainly flashy! And definitely not anything Haruka’s ever seen in person!

But also…]

You didn’t go very far.

[townmusician]

I was assuming I’d still be in Tokyo, y’know? Not on a completely different island.

[townmusician]

[…


Damn, he’s got a point.]

Maybe they’d be fine sharing…? They can just lay there in silence and maybe that would be okay.

[diabolizes]

Hahaha! Maybe I am!

[ Wei Wuxian has never heard of it either, but he foregoes saying that in lieu of pointing out what he's just noticed. ]

Looking for new clothing?

[diabolizes]

Kanon was right!

[ He smiles, taking another sip of his lesser drink. ]

I'll be on my way once I finish this drink. [ Got to continue exploring the premises, after all. ] I hope you enjoy your lack of plans.

[diabolizes]

[ Wei Wuxian has no doubt that their circumstances are incredibly different from one another, but it seems that there are threads of similarity amongst all the differences anyway. ]

It was out of necessity, as a result of not following the objectives of those trying to lord their power over us.

[ Very, very vague. ]

I was forced into a situation where I had to adapt, though I suppose you could say that it did free me, in a way.

they let this man on and yet they won't give us belial smh

[conchy]

[An immunity to lemon-shaped bombs... Sure, Lobelia can find the humor in that, but he's more fascinated with the man's craft than anything. Everyone in the business of killing has their own unique style and flair, and while Lobelia is of the opinion that it all pales in comparison to the miracle that is audiomancy, he can appreciate a novel approach to serial killing.]

Oui! Sound is quite powerful, after all. Soundwaves can destroy objects large and small, but they can also do the same with a human body. There is truly no limit to the applications of audiomancy.

[conchy]

There must be some method to our captors' madness, but I doubt they'll be inclined to share the details.

[There's surely some entertainment value in it for their hosts. They've yet to meet them at this point, but Lobelia can only imagine the worst out of types like these.]

What do you suppose, mademoiselle? We were brought here intentionally, no doubt. I don't imagine any detail of this arrangement was accidentel.

[conchy]

[Stay tuned to find out!]

Britain... how quaint! It must be quite small and insignificant if a well-traveled man such as myself hasn't heard of it. S'il vous plaît dites-moi, what exactly are you known for?

[conchy]

[That garners a laugh from Lobelia— quite a raucous one at that.]

I've not considered it! After all, there is much left for me to do in la vie! Still, we all must go at some point, non? I wouldn't begrudge you the attempt if you did try to end my life.

[But would he retaliate? That question remains unanswered.]

[conchy]

Cultivation, you call it? Hah! How curious.

[That's a very PR-friendly way of saying you raise the dead to do your bidding. Lobelia likes it.]

Was it out of boredom or nécessité?

[conchy]

[That has Lobelia chuckling. Seeking the truth of their circumstances... Well, he's not particularly shy about cluing this man in on why he isn't doing the same.]

Do as you please, monsieur, if that is what makes you happy. I've already found my happiness.

[And it's his hope that this island gives him the perfect opportunity to pursue that happiness. It's a shame no one else shares in his satisfaction, but it's not as if Lobelia cares what they think or feel.]

[conchy]

Every word you speak that isn't captured within the conque or otherwise recorded is gone, disappeared, mort! You may repeat the same words and speak the same phrases, but you will never again speak those words as you first spoke them. That is what makes the conque such a fine and peerless work of art!

[And since Crea clearly appreciates Lobelia's genius and isn't just freaked out, he'll motion broadly to the conch in his hand and give him a little gift.]

Go on, then! Consider that conque my present to you. Never forget that which cannot come back! Hahaha!

[conchy]

[His problems? Where does he start? When he holds the voice to his ear or, close enough... Vergilius will hear his own dreary words echoing back at him.]

Incroyable, is it not? Haha!

[conchy]

Non, non! While there are no doubt many beautiful voices just waiting to ring out on this island, I've taken quite a shining to yours! Don't sell yourself short, friend!

[He would listen to Haruka 24/7 if he could, but ah! Now there's an idea. Lobelia gestures to the conch in his hand.]

Take that conque and consider it my thanks for sharing your belle voix with me! Whenever you'd like to talk, simply speak into the conque and I will hear you... hahaha!

[Yes, great. This is exactly the sort of gift Haruka wants, right?]

[conchy]

[There's something inside alright: Lobelia's voice! Amazing, incredible, what a bad reward for all that effort.]

Can you hear me, un jeune homme?

[finalforte]

[Jumping and backing away from him.]

Are you trying to make Kanon mad?!

[finalforte]

Um, planetside?

[what is this lady talking about.]