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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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singing fish

[diabolizes]

Oh, you know this song?

[ He's never heard it, but he sure is going to join Haruka in starting up more of the fish. ]

[townmusician]

Yeah, I overheard it being performed…

[Look at all these fish!! They’ve got such a collection going.]

It feels like a weird choice, though?

[diabolizes]

So you were eavesdropping!

[ Time to activate another fish. ]

Is it a weird choice? I've never seen anything like this.

[townmusician]

I was backstage! It would be kind of hard not to hear it, and it’d be rude to not be interested in the other performers!

[Not that he usually cares about being rude, but.]

Well, it’s usually music that’s a lot more… cheesy. I think these things have been out of style for a while.

[diabolizes]

Backstage... so you were behind the stage, eavesdropping.

[ Anyway. What's more important than accusing this kid of eavesdropping is the music. ]

Out of style, huh? Wherever you're from has a fun idea of style.

[ Damn, maybe he should get one of these for his cave. ]

[townmusician]

Are you doing this on purpose?!

[why r u so mean to him

even though he’s done basically nothing











yet]

Well, what kind of music would you play on it?

[does he have his magic flute right now]

[diabolizes]

Pressing the buttons? Of course that's on purpose.

[ He's gonna ignore the accusations he's been dealing out— ]

As for what I would play... perhaps the guqin.

[ yes his flute is at his waist ]

[townmusician]

[More like pressing his buttons-]

The... what?

[FROWNS AT THE DOOT DOOT MAGIC FLUTE.]

Is that what you're wearing?

[diabolizes]

Oh, this?

[ He gestures to flute. ]

No. It's a flute.

[townmusician]

[????]

You're carrying a flute but that's not what you'd pick?

[diabolizes]

Of course not. I play the flute because I'm good at it, not because I enjoy listening to myself.

[townmusician]

Why even bother doing something if you don't enjoy it? Isn't that just wasting your time?

[diabolizes]

[ He shakes his head, patting the flute at his waist. ]

This is my weapon. That's why I play it.

[townmusician]

Your… what? How is that a weapon?

[Does he actually want to know…]

[diabolizes]

I play a tune and magical things happen!

[ He's worried that this kid isn't ready to hear about his skills, essentially. ]

[townmusician]

[His nose wrinkles.]

That sounds kinda stupid.

[diabolizes]

[ A look of surprise washes over his face before— ]

Ha ha ha ha ha ha! You're a funny kid!

[townmusician]

[????? WHAT DID HE EVEN DO!!]

What’s so funny about me?!

[diabolizes]

People are usually filled with terror when they hear me play, so your reaction is refreshing.

[ Surely this explains everything and isn't vague at all. ]

[townmusician]

How bad are you at playing the flute? Geez.

[Ignoring the “spooky stuff happens” comment happened at all.]

[diabolizes]

I'll scare you if I play it, I'm sure. I'm showing mercy!

[townmusician]

Mercy, huh? I don’t buy it.

[diabolizes]

Ah, you've backed me into a corner. Want to hear it?

[ Should he summon any ghosts, he'll be able to control them. It's fine! ]

[townmusician]

[Haruka is too stubborn for his own good, sometimes.]

Yeah, sure. Show me your best.

[diabolizes]

[ Given that he hasn't heard any spirits just yet, maybe he'll get lucky and not draw any ghosts. So, Wei Wuxian draws his flute from the waistband of his robes and starts to play. His tone is bright and clear, but if Haruka starts to feel as if what he plays is for a greater purpose than simply playing, well... he wouldn't be wrong. ]