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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

[divector]

Air pollution. The sky's mostly shades of pink and red. [ There's some blue, but it's far from the shade of blue here. ] I guess that means it's also blue where you come from?

[skyworp]

I've seen the sky many shades, I do suppose blue was in there as well. Hard to remember. It's been so long.

[The last time he saw a sky was...well, he just doesn't know.]

I like it though. Untarnished, full of possibility. Yes, it fills one with promise, doesn't it?

[divector]

[ He nods. ]

I can't say I disagree. If it weren't for the lack of information on why we're here, I wouldn't be opposed to hanging around for a while.

[skyworp]

Does it really matter that much?

[divector]

I have others to look after back home, so I don't want to leave them be for too long.

[skyworp]

Ah yes, responsibility. Very heavy, that. Looks like you don’t have much choice but to let it go for a while, though.

[divector]

[ He laughs. ]

I'll just have to see what survives in the aftermath.

[skyworp]

If you survive, of course.

[divector]

I could say the same to you.

[skyworp]

Oh, there’ll be no doubts about that.

[divector]

I don't dislike that confidence.

[skyworp]

There are some that would call me delusional for it. I like that you’re not one.

[divector]

It's not a delusion if you can make it come true though.

[skyworp]

Hah! Not many would agree with you, you know?

[divector]

Well, that's a shame. It's funner to think that way.

[skyworp]

I’m inclined to agree—

[Skywarp realises he hasn’t got this fellow’s name.]

Who did you say you were, again?

[divector]

Oh, right, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Ibuki. What about you?

[skyworp]

Skywarp. Your future Lord of Misrule. Maybe. Or not. Depends on how much of a liking I take to this Island and its inhabitants.

[divector]

I see, that's fascinating.

[ Good for him? Like, it'd be one thing if a human says this, but since a robot said it, it's cool. ]

I wish you good luck with figuring out what's the deal with this island first. Probably can't skip that step.

[skyworp]

Oh, I will. I’ll get it to show its secrets to me, and then our real fun will begin.