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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.

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[dakicover]

What the-!?

[ he jolts at the sound of his voice looping in his ear, the feedback foreign in his mind, and it takes a good amount of effort to not drop the conch on the sand.

with the memory of the echo still in his mind, crea blinks at lobelia, puzzled. ]

What was that? An illusion?

[conchy]

Heh... Aha! What a délicieux reaction! I see my unparalleled genius has captivated and dazzled you.

[Does Crea deserve this? Probably not, but this is what he gets for being friendly.]

This is no mere illusion, friend. Registre allows me to record the sound of your voix — or any sound, for that matter — and contain it within the conque.

[dakicover]

[ there are bits of what this stranger is saying that crea is not registering, because goddammit he doesn't speak gratuitous french!

but he is smart enough to use context and put it together and...actually it's a bit unsettling. contain his voice inside the conch? no fucking thanks, actually. he looks at it, a mix of annoyed and puzzled as he tries to figure it out. ]

So it's not an illusion, but it is some sort of magic, right? How long is it contained for?

[conchy]

That's right! What a smart enfant you are.

[He was wondering when Crea might get the idea. It doesn't help that Lobelia's least favorite thing to do is explain how his magic works while simultaneously loving to talk about himself.]

Your words will remain trapped within the conque for as long as the conque exists. Smash it, and that remnant of yourself is lost forever.

[dakicover]

Lost forever?

[ he doesn't like the sound of that. that actually sounds ominous? ]

Hold up, explain that further. Is this a metaphorical loss, or will there actually be some negative consequence for me?

[conchy]

Every word you speak that isn't captured within the conque or otherwise recorded is gone, disappeared, mort! You may repeat the same words and speak the same phrases, but you will never again speak those words as you first spoke them. That is what makes the conque such a fine and peerless work of art!

[And since Crea clearly appreciates Lobelia's genius and isn't just freaked out, he'll motion broadly to the conch in his hand and give him a little gift.]

Go on, then! Consider that conque my present to you. Never forget that which cannot come back! Hahaha!

[dakicover]

[ so it seems to be more metaphorical than...actually literal. apparently. and while that should be a relief to crea, it's only mildly so. something about the way that lobelia says it still feels unsettling to him, so maybe it's best not to test his luck too much.

he looks down at the conch with a raised eyebrow, but ultimately gives in with a sigh. ]

Yeah, thanks. I'll take care of it. [ i mean, it is a nice conch shell. he's never had one, so what loss could there be? ] My name's Crea. Nice to meet you, despite the circumstances.

[conchy]

See that you do, Crea! Ahaha!

[And don't be surprised if your shellphone rings in the middle of the night. Lobelia's a chatty guy.]

I am Lobelia. Bien rencontré! I'll allow you time to acquaint yourself with the others, but we'll meet again! Treat that conque as you would your firstborn son!

[Or do the sane thing and chuck it into the ocean. Farewell, Crea...........]