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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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[gravitys]

...You don't gotta say if you don't want to?

[ IT'S FINE? ]

[immortalpoet]

That's the name, Chuuya.

[gravitys]

Oh.

[ WELL THEN ]

Never heard of it.

[immortalpoet]

...Hrm.

[Bad.]

Anyways. That's a headache and a half.

[gravitys]

This entire place is made of headaches.

[immortalpoet]

But you've only been here a few minutes?

[Heh.]

Anyways. Might as well see what this is about. The sooner I can rip out the root, the better.

[gravitys]

If you figure out how to do that, let me know.

[ But Chuuya's raring to go explore himself, so... ]

[immortalpoet]

[Looking him up and down...]

What's your skillset?

[gravitys]

I'm good in a fight.

[ Understatement! ]

[immortalpoet]

Lot of Fixers say that. Not that you're one, but...what makes you stand out?

[gravitys]

If y'wanna go, we can.

[ He'd like to see what makes Vergil stand out, too. ]

[immortalpoet]

[Now he's letting out a little huff of a laugh.]

I wouldn't want to have you spend the rest of your day with a ripped off arm.

[gravitys]

Well, if you tell me what you can do, I'll share.

[immortalpoet]

[A grumble.]

Just like that, huh? Fine. Body augmentation to the peak of physical ability.

[gravitys]

Gravity manipulation. [ See? He keeps his word, generally. ]

[immortalpoet]

[He actually tilts his head, considering, before nodding.]

Not bad, not bad. A City resident would have to pay a big sum for an augmentation like that.

[gravitys]

Oh, you guys can pay for your powers? Abilities are somethin' you're born with where I'm from.

[immortalpoet]

Prosthetics, augmentation, the like are up for sale if you want. Though not everyone pays.

[A pause, his frown deepening.]

Sometimes its all thrust upon you.

[gravitys]

Yeah. I didn't buy or ask for my shit, but I have it, so...

[ He shrugs. ]

You didn't pay for your either?

[immortalpoet]

Mine? Long story. But I'm just saying, people experiment on each other more often than you think.

[me looking at vague ass backstory and scars and looking away]

...So you were born with it? Must have been a hefty burden to bear.

[gravitys]

[ 🤝 being experiments ]

It is what it is. It's mine now.

[immortalpoet]

Good for you. Keep it that way.

[He means it.]

Guess that helps with whatever you do, too.

[gravitys]

Mafia executive. [ He just owns up, since Vergil has been more or less forthcoming with him. ]

[immortalpoet]

Hm.

[Trying to translate that into project moon verse terms]

So, someone high up in an organization. Worked up for it?

[gravitys]

Yeah, everyone starts at the bottom. I don't have an interest in goin' any further up the ladder just now, though.