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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

[conchy]

[It's a hell of a lot of shells, you might say. When the man has the audacity to refer to his collection simply as seashells, Lobelia clicks his tongue.]

Non, non! These are conques, not mere seashells. I will forgive your mistake this time, but please try not to repeat it.

[chosenwang]

My apologies. [ He looks amused ] While they are impressive conques, I'm not really one for gifts. It's just not meant to be.

[conchy]

I am afraid you are mistaken, friend. These conques do not serve as gifts, but as vessels for the marvelous voices and sounds that echo all around us! Surely you see why I can't simply give them away as gifts.

[chosenwang]

I see. I see. Are you intending on keeping them all to yourself? [ Trying to figure out if there's something special besides them being ~*~conques~*~] Or are you intending on bartering with them?

[conchy]

Bartering? That's a fascinating proposition!

[And one he's willing to humor... potentially.]

Are you interested in making me an offer?

[chosenwang]

[ Crossing his arms as he considers it. ]

Unfortunately I don't have anything I could trade for that. Well, I do have my body, but I would be worth a few beaches full of conques. [ Smoothing out his hair as he says that. ]

I could fetch you a drink or do a task in lieu of payment.

[conchy]

You would offer your body so easily? Très bien! You truly have no shame!

[And Lobelia admires(?) that in a man. Good for you, Wang Lu. Live your truth.]

But if you insister, we'll make an exchange: one conque for the promise of a favor of my choosing. Do we have a deal?

[chosenwang]

When you have it...[ Just going to put a hand on his hip as spin to show off that he has it.

Then he'll think about it for a moment. ] So long as it's nothing demeaning, then you'll have yourself a deal. I'm much to valuable to do just anything after all.

[conchy]

[His little twirl earns him a round of applause. Bravo!]

Non, non! I would never think of asking you to do anything so base. Take good care of the conque for now, and when the time comes, I'll be along to ask for a favor. You have my word!