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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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[gluttoning]

[Nods!! He can't argue that. Even though it feels they only have a vague sense of the stakes, at least all the people here, for now, are on the same playing field for knowledge.]

Good to hear.

You sound smart. Keep that up.

[idologue]

Is that so...?

[ What a thing to say about oneself... Lacus smiles at him though, willing to overlook his boasting in good humor. ]

What is it that you do, then? If you're a genius, I am sure you have an exciting specialty, right?

[townmusician]

Yeah… It can’t be that bad!

[Things said hours before disaster.]

Well, I think I should head out. I’ll see you around later?

[I’m just going to assume they do exchange names at some point.]

[microtransactions]

You don't have to say it like that!

[ mock affronted, but in a way that's clearly playing along with the joke. ]

I dabble in a couple of different things, but if you had to pick one, I'd say I do engineering, mostly. Haven't dealt much with robotics specifically, but I like to think I know my way around computers!

[idologue]

Well... if you don't know anything about space colonies, and this is planet-side, then I've strayed much further from home than I ever expected!

And so have you, maybe?

[townmusician]

Well, you showed up and heard the important part, so… Maybe it’s fine to leave.

[Before he tries to get a bite of Haruka.]

[idologue]

The climate on the island I lived on before was very forgiving and sudden unforeseen rain was a rarity - I'll be crossing my fingers that we are just as lucky here!

[ Not that rain isn't also very nice, but being cramped indoors in such a small location during it sounds very adverse to a cozy mood. ]

[dakicover]

[ he thinks skywarp is insane. ]

I mean, as long as you're having fun.

[ he can't relate. ]

[finalforte]

It's probably just a southern island.

[dakicover]

Right...

[ if this is some sort of inside joke, then crea would at least like to know about it! maybe then he'd find it funny. ]

I'm not sure. Maybe a barren world?

[microtransactions]

Yep!

[ what other planets would he be talking about. ]

As for who 'we' is ... I meant me, said painter girl, a bunch of other people who got roped into dealing with the latest disaster threatening to make a big mess of things back where I come from, basically.

[gluttoning]

[HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM




Pudding.....

...

...]

Maybe. I'll see if I can try.

[The second the announcement is made that they're all done, he is beelining back to the buffet.]

[diabolizes]

[ He laughs, leaning against the bar counter. ]

I think so! And even if it isn't, I'll still take the compliment.

[immortalpoet]

Depends on the District, I think.

[Also following it with his stare...]

You really don't have this where you come from?

[diabolizes]

[ SOUNDS GOOD ]

You will. Go check out the buffet if you haven't already. There's a lot of good food.

[ And with that, he'll wave Haruka off! ]

[idologue]

That seems about right for the climate, but...

[ She casts a look over the rest of the weird crew waking up at the beach. ]

We're quite the strange group of castaways...

[diabolizes]

Here's hoping. Where I was living, the weather wasn't so bad, but I think the location didn't make it feel as good as it could have.

[ But that's just life living on burial mounds. ]

Here, the air is nice and fresh. Ah... perhaps I'll spend all my time outside.

[diabolizes]

We don't. Actually...

[ He looks around the kitchen. The chili flakes had taken up so much of his attention that he didn't give himself a chance to be shocked by the appliances. ]

We don't have any of this either.

[immortalpoet]

[wow, buddy.]

Where do you come from? A wasteland?

[dakicover]

[ so it seems to be more metaphorical than...actually literal. apparently. and while that should be a relief to crea, it's only mildly so. something about the way that lobelia says it still feels unsettling to him, so maybe it's best not to test his luck too much.

he looks down at the conch with a raised eyebrow, but ultimately gives in with a sigh. ]

Yeah, thanks. I'll take care of it. [ i mean, it is a nice conch shell. he's never had one, so what loss could there be? ] My name's Crea. Nice to meet you, despite the circumstances.

[rhythmaction]

Woah, cool. You and Peppermint would get along, I bet.

[A pause.]

Oh--uh, Peppermint's my friend. She made 808 here-- [Points to the cat, who is now currently curled up on the bar stool.] --and is, like, super smart.

[diabolizes]

Oh, not at all! I grew up in a big fancy house next to a lake.

[ He grins. ]

I think where I'm from just simply has none of this.

[townmusician]

Good luck.

[So long, space demonboy………]

[passetemps]

[ he nods. that would be logical in that scenario, at least, but... ]

I also have a hard time believing that to be the case. One could not ask for a fortress more secure than ours... and I cannot imagine why they would have chosen to bring me here when figures of much greater strategic importance were also within reach.

[idologue]

For me it... would not be the first attempt on my life, or to use my identity otherwise. In that sense, I can't say I am particularly surprised.

[ Strategic importance is something she's got in spades, unfortunately for her. ]

But I was likewise well-protected and very far from where we are now. For me to not even notice intruders before they can render me unconscious... It feels unlikely.