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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

[passetemps]

[ bro he fully supports whatever relationship you want to have with picasso, he just doesn't know what that has to do with beating people up with beer bottles ]

Only vague ideas thus far, but gradually developing and evolving those ideas is integral to the artistic experience.

[ billy could almost be his father, so fair on his part tbh. it just feels bizarre to be on this end of it when he's used to being one of the oldest people around. ]

Perhaps I might with time, but at present I do not know enough about any of them to consider them allies worthy of my trust.

[butcherspice]

[The violence is what inspires Picasso obviously, this leads to having an intimate relationship somehow.]

That how it works? Never been an art guy myself.

[Welcome to the world outside of anime chess, you are one of the whippersnappers now, Zelkov!]

Smart move, never wanna trust a stranger further than you can throw 'em.

[passetemps]

[ fascinating... ]

That is how it works for me, in any case. To me, the process is the most important part.

[ at that second part, there's a nod, though it's accompanied by a slight frown. ]

I am not so naive as to think otherwise.