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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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Comments

[passetemps]

1. fire emblem awakening

[ zelkov is ordinarily not a deep sleeper by any means, so he's not quite as quick to jump to his feet as he usually is when he's lightly napping with one eye open... and the heat of the sun beating down on him and his multiple layers of black clothing doesn't much help matters either.

but he's still up and alert after only a brief moment (and a displeased sigh at the weather), brushing the sand from his cloak as he looks warily at whoever happens to be nearby. ]

You. Are you... familiar with this place?


2. gift shop

[ there is so much Stuff on these shelves, and zelkov is stopping to look at every single object, evaluating its possible uses... and maybe looking slightly wistful at some of the merchandise featuring small birds.

there are so many birds here. ]


3. "statue" garden

[ he doesn't seem particularly impressed by the final result of any of these works of "art", but he is intrigued by their composition. he gets up close for a good look at one of the ones assembled from the "not-so intact" bottles, then closes his eyes, apparently deep in thought. ]

I see... to create something from what would otherwise be mere rubbish, delivering a new and greater purpose unto these objects. In the right hands, there could be great artistic potential in such a medium.

2

[gravitys]

I think you can just take whatever.

[ Says Chuuya, watching Zelkov look wistfully at dumb merchandise. ]

[passetemps]

[ wow, sometimes you just have feelings about a bird, don't judge him

he looks over and crosses his arms. ]

I am not in the habit of taking things without reason. I am merely taking stock of the items available to us should I need to make use of any of them in the future.

[gravitys]

So what constitutes a reason, exactly?

[ Wow, imagine not doing low level crime after being kidnapped. ]

1

[finalmix]

[ here's the white to zelkov's black, except that joshua has sunglasses that he pilfered from somewhere. don't ask. ]

Nope.

[ emphasis on the "p" bc josh is being annoyingly cheerful. ]

Did you come from a cosplay thing?

[passetemps]

A... cosplay thing?

[finalmix]

Yeah, like a convention?

[ how is that an answer ]

3

[butcherspice]

Think so? Oughta save the next bottle I glass someone with, then. I could be fuckin’ Picasso.

[Billy sounds genuinely amused by the thought—he’s never really been much of an artist in the traditional sense unless you count combat ingenuity as an art.

He gives Zelkov a once-over, noting how dreary and draped in layers this guy is.]

You gotta be sweating your balls off in that, son. What, trying to see how quick you’ll get heat stroke?

[passetemps]

[ who is picasso and what does this have to do with fucking him ]

Oh? I would be glad to take it off your hands if you decide to do so.

[ he will choose to believe this man has a valid reason to "glass" people and that he wouldn't be flippantly taking Blood Craft Supplies...

anyway. he's a little ?? at the son part (and the mentioning his balls part???), but let's ignore that. ]

These are simply the garments I arrived in. It would be inconvenient if I were to lose them.

[butcherspice]

[What are you some kinda homophobe--]

Oh, y'got artsy shite floatin' around in your noggin already?

[Hey, as far as Billy knows this guy is decently younger than him, so not out of the realm of being called 'son', 'lad', 'tyke', etc.]

Y'get one of those cabana keys? Drop it off there. 'Less you don't trust the roomies not to steal from ya.

[Which, hey, he gets it if so.]

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[immortalpoet]

[He looks between this man and the birds, then back at the man again.]

Some kind of bird enthusiast, are you?

[passetemps]

[ he shakes his head. ]

I would not count birding among my pursuits, but there was one particular bird I recently cared for. This seemingly omnipresent motif simply reminds me of her.

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[finalforte]

[She may look like she belongs here, but given she has sand in her hair and seems particularly annoyed by this fact, apparently she does not.]

Do you have eyes? Kanon would never take a nap on a beach without a towel and a swimsuit!

[Important things.]

This sucks! What kind of meanie dumps a cute girl on the beach like this?!

1/2

[passetemps]

[ deadpan stare. his cloak has so many eyes on it. ]

[passetemps]

My apologies. Though if it is any consolation, I doubt your cuteness factored into this one way or the other.

1

[dancing_flames]

[As luck would have it, the person next to him looks approximately as appropriately dressed for the situation as Zelkov himself does, so the answer is most likely going to be 'no.']

That depends on whether this place is what I think it is or not.

[passetemps]

And what do you think it is?

1.

[mysticpowerbroker]

[ Merlin is already standing nearby, looking pleasant despite the island sun, and sand guaranteed to get in each nook and cranny of people's clothing or footwear. In fact, he looks practically resplendent, smiling over at Zelkov when he levels his wary gaze in his direction. ]

No.

And I suppose you haven't been here all that often either, have you?

[ He holds up a flower he has summoned as if this is all normal and this isn't strange at all. ]

A flower to hold in these trying times?

[passetemps]

[ damn we are truly two polar opposite ends of the hooded cloak spectrum ]

I have never been here at all.

[ he kind of blinks at the flower because magic tomes are one thing but parlor tricks are another. ]

...A magic trick, I suppose?

[ no

anyway what kind of flower is it!! ]

1

[dupiety]

My, my, I sure am meeting many confused strangers today!

[With a sigh and shake of his head,]

Unfortunately, I am among the confused. This place is completely unfamiliar to me. I wasn't near a beach at all before this.

[passetemps]

I see. That is indeed unfortunate. [ sigh. ] I suppose I shall have to investigate it myself if I hope to find answers.

Cabana

[solutionary]

[If Zelkov finds himself at the Dove cabana at the right time, he’ll run into Baizhu examining the meager offerings. Shirts in a couple different sizes—bright and light weight, probably a good choice for the weather (if unfortunate)— and beds that were comfortable looking but not especially luxurious.]

Not much to see, hm Changsheng?— Ah, good afternoon, are you also staying here?

[passetemps]

[ he holds up his dove key in response and nods. ]

So it would seem.

[ warily looking over this man and his snake... ]

Then you and I are meant to be roommates, I take it?

[ well, there are two beds and no one else in here right now, so this all adds up fine. it'd sure be a shame if three more people had this same key. ]

3.

[idologue]

[ Yeah, being dressed in black heavy robes kind of sucks in this weather. Suffering! In the statue garden.

At least the glass sparkles pretty nicely under the sun that is frying them alive. ]

It's certainly preferable to littering. I have a more conservative idea of garden decor, but I can appreciate the concept, hmm...

[passetemps]

[ at least they can sympathize with one another as they cruelly suffer the torment that is the beach vacation.

looking over to her, he nods in agreement. ]

Indeed, these finished works are sadly uninspired as far as design goes. But the idea behind the method and materials is a promising one.