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guiltrip2023-05-13 11:01 am
killerwaves) wrote in guiltrip2023-05-13 11:01 am
WELCOME
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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The non-murder kind of help, I mean.
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[He shrugs, a shallow motion.]
Some people like blood. Even if our administrators don't, maybe the people that trapped them do.
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[ what a fun thought to add to their growing collection of fun thoughts so far. ]
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[Ah. He's running out of cheeseburgers. Hopefully this wraps up, all these angry people are just making him hungry.]
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The equivalent of tired and overworked middle management, huh ... maybe the edginess was just them trying to cling to what power they can ...
[ an exaggerated spreading of his hands, and a sad, slow, mournful shake of the head, eyes closed. gosh, put that way you can almost feel sorry for the NPCs...
anyway. ]
I do wonder how long they've been here for! But it doesn't look like we're going to get too many answers ... at least not quickly, anyway.
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[He hums for a moment as he licks his fingers clean. Ketchup... delicious.]
So long as they're here, we'll have food. I'm fine with that for now.
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[ is that all fifteen cheeseburgers. it's as if magolor finally takes notice of beel's snacking now that all of it's gone. ]
Haha, wow. You sure went through all those fast, didn'tcha? Kind of starting to remind me of another guy I know ... They could pack it away like no one's business too.
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Did I? I was trying to take my time with them... Oh well. Normally I could polish that much off a lot faster.
[In comparison to his mostly monotone demeanor so far, his expression practically lights up like a firecracker now that the subject's changed.]
They're not the most perfect cheeseburgers I've ever had, but human-world-style always gets my stomach begging for more.
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[ and how! ]
What kind of cheeseburgers are you used to, though? You say human-world-style, but those don't look much different from the ones I've seen before?
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[He chuckles to himself happily, before continuing.]
Devildom burgers don't taste quite the same. They're great. But humans always make them better.
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I'll take your word for it though, considering this is my first time dealing with this many humans.
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[He doesn't bat much of an eye to the second statement.]
This isn't all that many, I'd think. Do you not get to see them often?
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I've met ... a painter girl one time while we were all busy with something else, aaaaand that's about it, really!
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And who's "we"?
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[ what other planets would he be talking about. ]
As for who 'we' is ... I meant me, said painter girl, a bunch of other people who got roped into dealing with the latest disaster threatening to make a big mess of things back where I come from, basically.