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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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Sort of. Let's say that a lot of the higher-ups around me are worried I'll try to usurp them.

[ He has no interest in it, but you know how powerful people are and all that. ]

Near as I can tell most higher-ups worry about that.

[ Some of us are fine in middle management! ]

[ He laughs. ]

So it's like that where you're from, is it? Seems to me like we might understand one another, at least on some level.

Yeah, well. I'm a middle-management type and I'm fine there. Who the hell wants to be a leader of an entire organization?

Well, you get your pick of all sorts of things if you're in charge. The best food, the best liquor, the best clothing...

[ In other words, he can see the benefits. ]

I don't like being held to other people's standards, though, and as a leader you have to be. Where's the fun in that?

I think middle management is a pretty decent compromise.

[ Though he often just drinks cheap liquor...but he CAN get the better stuff. ]

I would get in too much trouble, even in that position.

[ And he did. ]

So, what are you middle management of, precisely?

[ He's been pretty vague with most people, but: ]

The mafia.

[ .............. ]

What is that?

Organized crime, I guess?

[ A shrug. Though how criminal each mafia member is varies. ]

Organized crime, huh? So, what sort of crimes do you commit?

[ He doesn't seem too bothered by it, or honestly bothered at all, especially as he reaches out to refill Chuuya's cup. ]

Smuggling, enforcement, that kinda thing.

[ A whole lot of bullshit about some magical powers that have nothing to do with day to day operations, also. ]

[ Enforcement, huh? Wei Wuxian wants to ask about the exact meaning of that, but he'll refrain for now. ]

Sounds interesting. Do you enjoy it?

It's a place to be. What about you?

[ He ruminates over his juice before ultimately deciding he'll tell this crimeman about what he does too. ]

I'm called the Yiling Patriarch. It's a title that was given to me because I reside over a place called the Burial Mounds, located in Yiling. I suppose you could say that it's also a place to be, but I made my own choices that led me there.

[ SINCE ALL OF THAT MEANT PRETTY MUCH NOTHING: ]

So...what does that involve?

[ HELP

Fine, fine. He'll be more direct. ]

I live with a bunch of people atop the mountain. People are afraid to climb up because I guard it with fierce corpses. You know how people are, right? They make up stories.

[ Says the man with the walking corpses. ]

[ Like how they both were honest about their gigs only to get "what?" in response. ]

Oh, gotcha. [ He apparently thinks guarding something with corpses is normal, whatever. ] Well, no point in guardin' something if you can't scare people off properly.

[ He grins. ]

Finally someone that understands! Everyone thought that I would try and take over and lord myself over everyone else when I have no interest in doing so.

Yeah, it's the power hungry types that think that. Not everyone with power wants anything more than to protect their home base.

Ah, so it seems you understand. I don't care about doing anything other than what I feel like doing. It's really too bad I can't try out this "middle management" any longer.

[ He's dug himself too deep in this patriarch hole to get out of it. ]

Well, at least you now have the perk of delegation, I guess?

[ A shrug. He doesn't know for sure. ]

I suppose I do. Though, there are others around who are much better at delegating than I am. I'd rather go do things myself. It gets boring sitting back and watching others work.

Okay, that I can understand. I'd rather be doin' something active than inactive every time.

[ He's just not the patient sort. ]

It's boring to sit back and watch things unfold. I'd rather be the one making them unfold in the first place.

[ And he often is, but given his personality, that might be a given. ]

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