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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

[gluttoning]

Look less delicious. That could help.

[Said very seriously.]

[townmusician]

Less delicious? How do I look delicious at all?!

[IS THAT A PICKUP LINE? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?]

[gluttoning]

[?]

You just do. Like you'd be easy to eat.

Like a pudding.

[townmusician]

A pudding?

[Is he being insulted… He doesn’t understand…]

[gluttoning]

Yeah. Something light and fruity that would go down easy but have a little kick to it, maybe.

[It sounds good, now that he's imagining it.]

[townmusician]

[He’s not sure if that’s supposed to be an insult or a compliment.]

…What are you even talking about?

[gluttoning]

[Had this poor kid never had pudding? Oh, that's so sad.]

You were asking how you were like a pudding, right?

That's how. Or, that's what I sort of can imagine when I look at you.

I could be wrong, though. [A shrug.] You could taste horrible.

[townmusician]

[He's has pudding!! He just!! Doesn't understand the connection!!]

Please don't bite me.

[He's very delicate. He would die instantly.]

Do you always wonder how people would taste? [Wait.] Wouldn't I taste bad anyways?! Humans can't be that good!

[Looks at demon food. Looks away.]

[gluttoning]

[He has to think about it for a second.]

I won't. The burgers are too good. If you taste bad, it might sour my stomach.

Different people taste different. Their souls do, too. Sort of like a nice glass of Demonus.

[Another pause.]

It's okay, pudding boy. You can't help looking delicious.

[townmusician]

[Is this a normal conversation…? Why is he acting like this isn’t totally bizarre?!]

Don’t call me pudding boy! I have a name, you know!

[And stop calling him delicious!!]

[gluttoning]

[...

He stops in the middle of his current burger, completely silent as he looks over the teen with a careful nod.

...

...]

Well? What is it?

[townmusician]

[Why is he so tall and buff, it’s so intimidating. This is so much worse then talking to Tsunashi Ryuunosuke…]

Haruka Isumi. You better remember it!

1/2

[gluttoning]

Haruka...

[hm. hmmm.]

2/2

[gluttoning]

[A sigh, almost disappointed.]

That doesn't sound like a good pudding name.

[townmusician]

Of course it doesn’t, because I’m not a pudding!! Or some sort of pudding ambassador!!

[Thank god Yotsuba isn’t here, or all this pudding stuff would be even worse.]

[gluttoning]

There's pudding ambassadors????

[this is the best thing he's heard all day!]

[dakicover]

Eh, some demons and/or monsters would eat a human if they were given the chance to.

[gluttoning]

Yeah, that. [As he shoves another cheeseburger into his mouth.]

At least the soul part. But some like the body, too.

[townmusician]

…

[He has found a bizarre sense of peace.]

This is worse then any isekai my classmates watch.

[dakicover]

Ise-what?

[ he tilts his head. ]

Is that some sort of TV show?

[ listen, just because they pay for cable doesn't mean they have tv... ]

[townmusician]

…Yeah?

[Technically? At least he knows what television is, so he doesn’t need to explain it, which would probably go worse then him describing phones to Xiao.]

They’re all the same, like, boring creep gets hit by a truck and wakes up in another world and now he’s super OP. This is even worse, because there’s - cannibalistic demons? Who think I look like pudding.

[dakicover]

[ hmm...crea thinks about this for a moment, considering the circumstances, and... ]

Then this can't be an isekai because you're not powerful. You said you don't have powers, right?

[townmusician]

At least it means I haven’t already died, I guess.

[That’s a silver lining, even if he’s still a total normie.]

[dakicover]

That's right! It's always good to look at the bright side of things.

[townmusician]

Yeah, but I don’t think there’s going to be a lot of those right now.