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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.

((OOC: Welcome to Last Resort! Poke a mod in the discord if you have any questions. The NPC meet and greet will take place at 5PM EST/2PM PST today! ))

Locations Cabanas PCs Network Device Main Nav

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Comments

[immortalpoet]

Vergilius.

[he is actually]


[going to come over to attempt to scruff him like a cat to take him out im sorry]

[microtransactions]

Oooh, scary. [ and like a cat's ears those hooded points sure do twitch, even as he folds a quiet laugh into the back of his hand like he isn't about to be scruffed? ]

Why so hasty, though? There's a perfectly usable second bed right over that way!

[immortalpoet]

[there is silence as he's scruffing and heading out the door, he isn't answering I'M SO SORRY HE REALLY IS JUST SET ON GETTING THIS CAT OUT]

[microtransactions]

[ vergilius can scruff him, sure

but then at some point, while he's not looking or his back is turned or something, there he'll be. right back on the bed where he was, looking entirely unruffled by the experience. ]

Got that out of your system? I'm sure we can talk this out, no? ★

[immortalpoet]

...

[THE MOST EXHAUSTED LOOK godddddd he hates teleporters]

Talk about what, exactly.

[microtransactions]

[ he's a cat (?) (?????), of course you can't keep him out ]

More productive things like, 'how to not use up all the hot water' before one of us can get to it, or, like I said, who gets what beds!

Or maybe even just 'how to get along for the foreseeable future without smothering someone in their sleep with a pillow'.

[immortalpoet]

[Reasonable, but...]

I don't see the point. It isn't as if we should be planning to be here for the long haul.

[microtransactions]

Obviously not, but we also don't know how long we'll be here for before we manage to blow this popsicle stand.

Might as well get this stuff out of the way early, don't you think?

[immortalpoet]

[ERGHHHHHHH he hates it here]

So, what's your offer?

[microtransactions]

Hee hee, well. Unless you've got a foolproof plan for getting out of here tomorrow, we're going to need somewhere to sleep. I'm sure a brilliant ray of sunshine such as yourself trusts everyone around here as far as you can throw them, but these cabanas look like they're pretty much the only decent place to spend the night around here, in as much as they have an actual lock.

[ you know, however much that means. ]

So ... truce? I'm not going to ask you to stick your neck out to watch my back or anything, but settling for coexisting without headache is good enough. If you want me to keep out of your hair while we're in here I can if you want!