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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.

((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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[gluttoning]

Maybe a witch had a bad vacation or something.

Curses aren't that rare.

[microtransactions]

Yeah, sure! Maybe! Makes as much sense as anything else.

But now I'm stuck on why anyone would want to keep it running?

[gluttoning]

They said they're trapped. That might be a reason.

[dakicover]

Then they should ask for help, not for sacrifices.

[gluttoning]

Probably.

[His voice stays pretty monotone.]

If they could, though, why wouldn't they just lead with that?

[dakicover]

One of them named themselves 'Raptor' because they think of themselves as a 'top predator', I don't think that 'asking for help' is in their vocabulary in the first place.

[gluttoning]

Yeah. The cat talks like my brother.

Maybe they're insecure. Asking for help is hard when you're like that.

[dakicover]

It does seem like they're compensating for something, huh...

[ and now they have to pay the price for it? ]

Well, we're protesting now. Maybe they can ask for our help instead of asking for us to kill each other. They could at least come and try to do it themselves.

[gluttoning]

They could. Doesn't mean they will. I guess we could ask them, but they might just double down.

Or maybe they don't have a way to do it themselves. [His eyes flick to the screaming lettuce head boy yelling about not having powers, then back to this other nameless guy.] If they're telling the truth about things not working right.

[dakicover]

Then find a way to bring this down instead! I don't want my body to be used as energy to maintain a resort. What kind of vacation is this?

[gluttoning]

At least the food's good.

[Priorities.]

[dakicover]

We won't be able to try the good food if we're dead.

[ your priorities?!?!?! ]

I could have gone foraging if we needed to anyways...

[ though maybe not for almost 30 people. ]

[gluttoning]

Oh. Yeah, good point.

I don't think you could forage that much, though. You'd never be able to take a break.

[Is he insulting crea's foraging skills? Who knows.]

[dakicover]

For myself, sure I can, no problem. [ shrugs?? ] I can teach others, maybe, but they'd have to do it for themselves.

[microtransactions]

[ he'd say something, but something something they all go down with it if this place goes so-

instead he just droops dramatically and blows out a long, gusty sigh. ]

Ugh. This kind of sucks, dude.

[gluttoning]

Yeah. [No sugar coating over here. Damn, what a bad vacation.]

They don't sound desperate, and they're not forcing us. But they don't sound like they're joking.

I think.

[microtransactions]

[ dubiously: ] You think they'd even accept it if some of us tried to offer our help, or...?

The non-murder kind of help, I mean.

[gluttoning]

Maybe. I wouldn't know.

[He shrugs, a shallow motion.]

Some people like blood. Even if our administrators don't, maybe the people that trapped them do.

[microtransactions]

Y'think there's a third tier involved in this, even higher up than them? It's a thought, I guess!

[ what a fun thought to add to their growing collection of fun thoughts so far. ]

[gluttoning]

I don't know. But they don't talk like people that have much power. They just know more than we do.

[Ah. He's running out of cheeseburgers. Hopefully this wraps up, all these angry people are just making him hungry.]

[microtransactions]

[ me when the emotion most accurate for this tag is a gif of an animation from the games that i don't have an equivalent icon for: ah. ]

The equivalent of tired and overworked middle management, huh ... maybe the edginess was just them trying to cling to what power they can ...

[ an exaggerated spreading of his hands, and a sad, slow, mournful shake of the head, eyes closed. gosh, put that way you can almost feel sorry for the NPCs...

anyway. ]

I do wonder how long they've been here for! But it doesn't look like we're going to get too many answers ... at least not quickly, anyway.

[gluttoning]

They said something about multiple steps before bringing us here. Or something. Maybe they'd be willing to talk about what that meant.

[He hums for a moment as he licks his fingers clean. Ketchup... delicious.]

So long as they're here, we'll have food. I'm fine with that for now.

[microtransactions]

For now, huh . . .

[ is that all fifteen cheeseburgers. it's as if magolor finally takes notice of beel's snacking now that all of it's gone. ]

Haha, wow. You sure went through all those fast, didn'tcha? Kind of starting to remind me of another guy I know ... They could pack it away like no one's business too.

[gluttoning]

[It sure is!]

Did I? I was trying to take my time with them... Oh well. Normally I could polish that much off a lot faster.

[In comparison to his mostly monotone demeanor so far, his expression practically lights up like a firecracker now that the subject's changed.]

They're not the most perfect cheeseburgers I've ever had, but human-world-style always gets my stomach begging for more.

[microtransactions]

Maybe it's just that this news was kind of distracting? Or we are. It's pretty hard to talk through a mouthful, right? Though the guy I know probably would've inhaled it all in one go.

[ and how! ]

What kind of cheeseburgers are you used to, though? You say human-world-style, but those don't look much different from the ones I've seen before?