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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! ))

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Comments

[gravitys]

Ain't that a good thing? Apparently you don't qualify for whatever they're doin'.

[townmusician]

I'm pretty sure me not being able to fight back is just putting a target on me!

[should he be screeching this worry where everyone can hear him? probably not!]

[diabolizes]

You never know. Some of us would prefer an opponent that would fight back.

[ is this comforting ]

[townmusician]

[no, it's not.]

Are you really going to try to kill someone? Are you really saying that right now?

[diabolizes]

I don't hold a grudge against anyone here, so no.

[townmusician]

What if someone ends up pissing you off?

[diabolizes]

That won't happen! I'm an easy-going guy!

[ You can trust him! ]

[gravitys]

If the death needs to be of someone with powers, you don't qualify, right?

[ He's actually attempting to be comforting (?) he's just not superb at it. ]

[townmusician]

I don't know that the powers that be would really care if I ended up here with everyone else...

[Does he appreciate it? Maybe, but. He's going to die, isn't he... His life cut short... This is the end for him...]

[gravitys]

Just keep your cool. No use panicking about it right now.

[ That's a good way to be a target, Isumi. ]

[townmusician]

[AUUUUUUUUUUUGH.

Okay. Deep breaths, Haru. Deeeeeeeep breaths.]

This fucking sucks.

[gravitys]

Yeah. Just breathe. If you panic you're just gonna paint a target on yourself.

[ Practical advice from the mafia. ]

[conceivesfrenzy]

I doubt it matters either, but they seem to be pretty keen on the distinction, right? If you keep being a good boy, maybe you'll get to live by the end of this~! ♡

[townmusician]

[No, he's going to die week one for being too annoying and screechy.

Or that's at least what he's afraid of.]

I really don't think that's going to make me get out of this...

[He scrubs his face. Why can't he just be back home, where all he has to worry about is like... attempted murder and music competitions and foreign royalty???]

[gluttoning]

Look less delicious. That could help.

[Said very seriously.]

[divector]

[ there there little target ]

You can think about getting a lottery ticket when you make it to the end.

[townmusician]

I can't buy a ticket yet!

[He's two years shy of 20! He's too young for this!]

[divector]

There's an age limit?

[ WHY IS HE LEARNING SO MUCH ABOUT AGE LIMITS TODAY ]

[plunges]

[ ...

He's also going to step in and echo Chuuya here, albeit from a distance: ]

Calm yourself. The last thing anyone needs is panic, especially you.

[townmusician]

Saying “especially you” isn’t exactly comforting…

[crying cat on microphone]

[plunges]

I only say that because you've been shrieking for the past few minutes.

[ Which isn't helping your case, dude!!! ]

[finalforte]

Aren't you putting a target on your back right now?

[townmusician]

[



listen,]

Sh- well! What else am I supposed to think?

[please don't explode him]

[finalforte]

[Giggling and twirling a finger in the air. This guy is just so funny!]

Better make sure you behaaaaaave ♪

[townmusician]

[WEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH]