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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.

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Just comes from experience.

Are corporations really that dangerous...?

They can be.

[ IF THEY ARE THE MAFIA - he's not keeping it a secret after today he just isn't going around saying he's port mafia until he knows wtf is going on. ]

[Man, wild. He's still too gullible and overwhelmed to pick up on all this sus stuff, but...

You know.

The Tsukomu company president did get arrested for many things, including attempted murder, so like. Him being a normal businessman wouldn't be surprising, either.]

I'm not sure if that's comforting for when my idol career is over...

You don't got plans for after that?

[ He knows that most people don't work in entertainment forever unless they're super lucky. ]

I’ve thought about it a little, but I don’t know.

[He had been asked, once, but he still doesn’t really have an idea.]

I have time to figure it out.

How'd you get into the idol thing, anyway?

[ He has no idea how that works lol ]

[Well. It's a benign question, isn't it? Except Haruka's mouth closes with a click of his teeth, and his attention on the fish gets way more intense.]

...It wasn't anything special. I got scouted.

[Totally not being very dramatic for something as simple as that. Totally!! There is definitely not anything deeper going on here.]