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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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[gravitys]

Sure. Invite me whenever, I'll come.

[ They can have drunk private conversations? The best kind. ]

[divector]

How easy-going. I can't say I disagree though.

[ He laughs as well at the absurdity of this situation. ]

But I have no intention to be hostile. Why are you laying down here anyway?

[diabolizes]

Should I raise one, it'll be a surprise, I'm afraid. I hope you like surprises.

[ He can't summon ghosts, though, so he can't promise anything by way of raising an army of the dead here. Dead fish, maybe. ]

[diabolizes]

Cheers!

[ Wei Wuxian holds up his own glass, clinking theirs together before taking a sip. ]

Say, have you had a look around the entire resort yet?

[gravitys]

[ Lobelia is a freak, the evidence still says strongly. Chuuya isn't gonna kill the guy since he has absolutely no personal stake in it right now, but he rolls his eyes and takes his hands back out of his pockets. Seems like he keeps them there a lot of the time for whatever reason - it's a physical reminder to himself to keep in control, and he'll fight like that when he's not serious.

He's not serious right now, but he does reach out and put a hand on Lobelia's shoulder, pressing down.

It feels normal at first. But the light red haze that lights up Chuuya seems heavy somehow. Gravity is suddenly exerting enough pressure on Lobelia that he's forced to the ground, since...APPARENTLY HE GAVE HIS CONSENT TO THAT??? so I'm assuming Chuuya's allowed, if not just @ me and we can fix this. A lot of the time Chuuya just alters his own gravity in order to fight. He's doing it a bit - his hand is pressing down with more weight than his own slight body and far more than he should be able to, and he won't let up until Lobelia's a) on the ground or b) says something. He just keeps the pressure and weight out of lethal range but doesn't bother to moderate it against potential pain and minor injuries since idk, Lobelia is a freak and it makes Chuuya feel a bit better about the situation in general to take it out on someone for a second. ]

[conchy]

[It seems he won't be meeting his sandy demise anytime soon, so Lobelia works himself up to sit crosslegged on the sand.]

Why else? I'm enjoying this vacances for all that it's worth! I grew up near the beach, but it's been some time since I had the pleasure of luxuriating in it.

[conchy]

Mais bien sûr! Who doesn't enjoy a good surprise?

[And he can think of none better than a corpse rising from the grave only to be killed again. Wonderful...........]

[divector]

[ That's something unheard of where he's from, so he can't help but look a little surprised. ]

Oh? I've never been to the beach before, so living near one is hard to imagine. Isn't it hard to deal with all this sand?

[diabolizes]

[ exactly!

Wei Wuxian downs the rest of his juice. ]

Then expect me by your quarters sometime soon, requesting a drink.

[gravitys]

I'm in Toucan. Ready whenever you are.

[ IT HAS TO HAPPEN!! ]

[diabolizes]

Well, there are some who aren't fond of them, though that isn't exactly relevant.

[ He hops up off the bed. ]

I'll be continuing my look around the island. Enjoy the bed in my absence.

[conchy]

[Unfortunately(?), Lobelia is just as masochistic as he is sadistic. That red haze is certainly alluring, drawing in his attention and holding it hostage up until gravity promptly shifts.

Lobelia lets out a note of surprise, resisting the weight impressed upon him simply to feel how badly his muscles ache when he does, and Chuuya ultimately succeeds in bringing Lobelia to his knees.

After quite literally grounding him, what he finds gazing up at him is Lobelia's enthralled expression. Chuuya really is the gift that keeps on giving, isn't he?]

Heh-ahahaha! Très bien! What marvelous strength you possess! And clearly... you enjoy meting out pain, don't you?

[He's going to be aching in the morning... What a wonderful way to start the day.]

[mysticpowerbroker]

[ ...Speaking of dramatic posturing (and yelling), he strikes a far more confident pose here, though he manages to give a small huff in the face of all this. ]

Hmph, don't even think you can compare yourself to a grand magician who stands above all others. What I can do can't be measured in mere words!

It's beyond comparable! Not to mention, I've never seen or heard of this Skydom. I'll believe it when I see it!

[ For all he knows it's just a small piece of landing floating in the sky. ]

[mysticpowerbroker]

[ Delicious! This was one of his best ideas yet...something he can only think when he takes a good, hearty gulp. ]

Mm...not yet? Though it seems pretty sizeable for a solitary-ish place out on the island, I'll give them that.

I wonder if they happen to have a garden. That would be nice. Even an island resort should have one of those!

[gravitys]

[ Normally people don't thank him for this. He's pretty sure even Dazai wouldn't do that, for all he's an annoying asshole who won't stop Chuuya attacking other people when he's given up control to someone who won't rein him in when he needs to. His grip tightens for a second, but his gloves are still on so he lets go after a second. ]

I'm a little bit pissed off right now. [ He figures a lot of people are, but it's something Chuuya struggles with at times and he knows he can't afford to be.

If he was honest, he'd have to say that exerting control over someone else when he's had it stripped from him balances the emotional scales for him a little, but he's not sure he wants to be that honest ever. ]

You know, people don't usually like that.

[diabolizes]

Toucan... alright. I'll remember that one.

[ Setting his juice on the bar counter, he gets out from behind the bar itself. ]

I'll see you soon! Try not to go to bed too early this week, otherwise I might not catch you.

[immortalpoet]

...

[wait.]

Like a book?

[immortalpoet]

So you're admitting you're an idiot.

[diabolizes]

I believe I did pass by an area with flowers and statues.

[ He didn't think it was worth going in just yet, however. ]

I suppose it makes sense you'd be interested in that, given your skills.

[immortalpoet]

[looking around]

Is there anyone sensible in this place? Hello?

[immortalpoet]

Ha.

[That actually does come out as a laugh, even if its a low huff of a noise.]

Not really, no.

[felame]

It was a... gig, yes.

[ the way that's said after a moment's pause, like she's not certain if she should echo the verbiage or not.

anyway, she continues on smoothly after that initial bit of how do you do fellow kids: ]

What kind of work was involved in being "Port Mafia", Chuuya? To get a handle on your skills and proficiencies, should such things be needed in the future.

[ho_ohs]

Lacking in resources, which I've solved.

[immortalpoet]

Doesn't sound like you've solved anything.

[ho_ohs]

It's a thornier problem than most.