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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]

[u can be his lil mermaid if u want to bb]

Why else? I want to savor the sounds you make long after we part ways.

[You should be used to this, Haruka. You've got stans.]

Mm, yes! There's something special about your voix. Surely you agree.

[townmusician]

[hello cops police?]

Just buy an album like a normal person, then!

[where tf is he gonna find a zool album out here]

I need my voice. I’m an idol.

[conchy]

An idol...? Très bien! What good fortune!

[Oh, Haruka. Haruka. You should've just walked away.]

Why settle for an imparfait copy of your immaculate voice when I can capture it much better within the conque? Come, let us give it a try!

[With a snap of his fingers, Lobelia... does something. Haruka might want to ask him what shenanigans he just got up to. You know, if he cares about his voice.]

[townmusician]

[HELLO COPS POLICE? I NEED TO REPORT A CRIME.]

Wh- what did you just do?! You’re not really going to steal my voice, are you?

[He needs that!!!!!]

[conchy]

[The cops can't hear your screams now, Haruka, but Lobelia can!]

Heh... hehe... Ahahaha!

[Would Haruka still be yapping like the world's most affronted chihuahua if Lobelia were capable of stealing his voice? Well, in manner of speaking, he kinda did. He'll explain what he did.......... if and when he ever stops laughing.]

[townmusician]

What’s so funny?!

[He didn’t even capture anything good!! Probably. Haruka has no idea what’s going on.

Help. He needs so much help.]

[conchy]

Oh dear... Hehe! Allow me a moment to compose myself.

[Once he does, he turns around the shell in his palm and holds it up to Haruka's ear. Within are the sounds of a million angry seagulls squalling... just kidding. It's Haruka yelling.]

I've captured your voix, see? I wouldn't dream of robbing you of your dulet tones, but rest assured that I could. Recording your angered squalling within the conque is all I desire.

[townmusician]

[He has no idea what the fuck is going on but he kind of hates this.]

Why do you desire this? That’s kinda creepy!

[“Kinda”.]

[conchy]

[Kinda? Come on, give him a little more credit than that. Lobelia chuckles.]

What a shame that a musician fails to understand the power of sound! And there I thought we might be birds of a feather...

[townmusician]

[Okay, very creepy.]

...I know sound is a powerful thing, but most people want to hear me sing. Not... yell at them.

[Is this a fetish?]

[conchy]

[Yesn't? Don't shame him, blueberry.]

Hah! How narrow your mind is! A singer's weapon is his voice, and you ought to wield it proudly. Mm, oui, I wonder what other uses I might find for this voice of yours...?

[townmusician]

[He didn’t consent to this!!]

I’m proud of my voice!

[Is he, though… It’s complicated.]

D-don’t do anything weird with it!

[conchy]

Ah, ah...! Très bien!

[All this shrieking and protesting is music to his ears...! But he sucks down a breath to calm himself and return to the topic at hand. He's fine.]

But of course you are proud of your voix! I doubt there is another on the island who had trained his vocal cords to perfection just as you have. Mm, no doubt you have fans the world over where you hail from.

[townmusician]

[This is uncomfortably similar, at least in Haruka’s eyes, to Tsukomu Ryou’s theatrics. It makes Lobelia feel just as dangerous - if not more so - as his ex-manager, but that familiarity is why Haruka isn’t running just yet.

Unfortunate.]

I don’t… I doubt I’m the only person on the island with a good voice. There definitely has to be someone who’s voice you’ll like even more then mine!

[conchy]

Non, non! While there are no doubt many beautiful voices just waiting to ring out on this island, I've taken quite a shining to yours! Don't sell yourself short, friend!

[He would listen to Haruka 24/7 if he could, but ah! Now there's an idea. Lobelia gestures to the conch in his hand.]

Take that conque and consider it my thanks for sharing your belle voix with me! Whenever you'd like to talk, simply speak into the conque and I will hear you... hahaha!

[Yes, great. This is exactly the sort of gift Haruka wants, right?]

[townmusician]

[He shouldn't take the conch. He really, really should not take the conch. He knows he shouldn't, but this entire conversation is too overwhelming that he takes it without even thinking about how this is going to shake out in the future.]

Uh.

[is he ever actually going to want to speak to lobelia again, or will it just be the unfortunate reality he will never be free

because they absolutely have to talk again, because this is hilarious (to me)]

Thank you...?

[conchy]

Je t'en prie! You've not heard the last of me, nor I of you!

[Just don't be surprised if Lobelia makes your hotline bling in the middle of the night to have a chat with you, Haruka.]

Until then, friend! Au revoir!

[Lobelia wanders off, a certain pep in his step. Ah, a new friend... How lovely for them both.........]