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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

[chrysaline]

What?! Why would you even think of something like that?

[ honestly there are too many questions right now ]

[ho_ohs]

This is the solution we came to after a good amount of trial and error. The only thing we can do is work with this world's principles -- currently, there's no known means to circumvent them.

What we can do is avoid the consequences.

[Sorry they're like this.]

[chrysaline]

[ Wow no one here seems sorry at all?? ]

"Trial and error"? [ There's a lot of judgment loaded into those three words! ] So you mean you've already killed someone.

[ho_ohs]

[This is what happens when the technology isn't up to snuff. Probably. Maybe not. The response isn't clear, but it is crisp and immediate.]

We wouldn't ask you to do something we haven't done ourselves -- this isn't a stab in the dark. This is the way we've found to survive until the time is right.

[chrysaline]

...I can understand that you must be desperate if you're trading lives to buy time. But don't you think that with so many people here, we can work out something better? If you could just explain a little more...

[ho_ohs]

We've spent plenty of time already, and starting from zero with a cobbled together group is just wasting more. This is the best balance we have.

[There's something brusque in it, just briefly. It smooths out.]

I think I've done plenty of explaining. What else don't you understand?

[chrysaline]

[ She freezes up for a second; way to put her under pressure, when she already can guess that Mr. Hoho won't appreciate her answering, "everything"...

Think, Psyche. ]

Oh! Time! If you're so worried about it... you must have some gue— [ no, more tactful ] —estimate of how long the island can last without... more energy. Does it need more with so many of us here...?

[ho_ohs]

[Alas, this is the nature of the beast. She's being mentally menaced by a palm tree.]

An estimate, yes.

[There's maybe a sliver of approval for the revision. If you squint.]

The normal rate is at least one a week, but it could vary depending on many factors -- including who's on the island and how their abilities are interacting with it. We won't be able to know for sure until we've made more observations.