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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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Comments

[hearnoplague]

... You call this recycling?

[ He thinks the same, only because he has seen much better statues. ]

Who even created these?

[gravitys]

Maybe the robots are into art?

[ He has no clue, so he's guessing randomly. ]

[hearnoplague]

Robots?

[ Said like he has never seen a robot before in his life. ]

[gravitys]

There's some robots manning the bar and whatever.

[ Chuuya...isn't used to that, but he at least can recognize what they are. It's a bit sci-fi for him, though. ]

[hearnoplague]

Is that what you call those things?

[ At least Chuuya can do that! ]

[gravitys]

Yeah. At least, that's what I think you'd call them?

[ He hasn't asked them because he doesn't want to. ]

[hearnoplague]

Some manner of feline golem? I admit, I have never encountered anything like them before. Whoever summoned us all here must have found some way to give them all some semblance of "life."

[gravitys]

...Feline golem? [ LIKE...he guesses that works. ] I dunno how "alive" they are, actually.

[hearnoplague]

They move about of their own violation and understand simple commands. That constitutes some form of animation, does it not?

[ On a scale of reanimated skeleton to conscious sentient being, those things seem to be slightly higher than the former. ]

[gravitys]

I think it leans more to the "commands", less to the "volition".

[ But, hey, no reason to be rude to the robots (yet). ]

[hearnoplague]

... Agreed. They do seem rather mindless.

[gravitys]

So, who the hell are you?

[ Also: what. ]

[hearnoplague]

What? [ How do you not know who he- Oh wait, most of these weird apes are from... Elsewhere, aren't they? ] Hmph...

If you must know, [ he puts a hand on his chest ] I am Kallamar, Lord of Anchordeep and a Bishop of the Old Faith.

And before you comment on my appearance, the last thing I remember was having to deal with a heretical vessel who had been wreaking havoc through our lands. I suspect whatever they did to me during our latest encounter resulted in me becoming mortal... Somehow.

[ He seems to be leaving out some details here, but does he really have to explain himself to someone addressing him so rudely? ]

[gravitys]

[ Yeah okay basically none of that made sense to him??? ]

Okay, so, Kallamar. I'm Chuuya.