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WELCOME
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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I get hungry.
[chomp chomps on his 14th cheeseburger]
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[ for obvious reasons, this is hard to believe. ]
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Why are you looking at me like that?
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[ it's just so hard to believe that someone would eat the entire food supply?!? for 30 people?! ]
You're not human, right?
[ like he knows no one with that type of appetite. ]
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[No point in hiding it.]
I'm a demon.
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[ well, at least crea doesn't seem to be put off by it?? there's now a logical explanation as to why this man is eating like 15 burgers and says he could eat the entire buffet. ]
Is there any reason you're hungry all the time, then? Some sort of spell or part of your demon biology...?
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I don't think it's biology? Our diet's different, but no other demon can manage what I can.
Still, I'm the Avatar of Gluttony. It comes with the title, I guess.
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[ though now the question would be if he's the avatar of gluttony because he's hungry all the time, or if he's hungry all the time because he's the avatar of gluttony. a chicken and the egg type of question that crea has little desire to pay attention. ]
What's your name, then? Unless it's 'Gluttony'?
[ if so, what an unfortunate name. ]
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[At least that much he still could dig his heels on, no matter what changed. It had been long enough.]
Beelzebub.
What about you? You've got a lot of questions for a human.
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[ he laughs. ]
My name's Crea. Though I don't have anything special attached to it like you do, though.
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It's fine. I don't know that most humans do.
Most humans wouldn't be calm in front of a demon. You're a little strange.
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[ he tilts his head, observing the demon in front of him. ]
Besides, even if I weren't used to it, I don't have a reason to be scared of you yet. We're having a pretty normal conversation right now, aren't we? I think being scared of you without a reason would probably count as prejudice.
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He sighs after another long moment, expression falling into something close to pity for a second. Beel's cheeseburgers now polished off, his empty hands with all their perfect orange nail polish shove promptly into his jacket pockets.]
You'd get eaten alive in the Devildom thinking like that, you know.
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[ crea doesn't seem very concerned by the comment? he's just beaming. ]
Well, I'm not a pushover either. Maybe I would just prefer to befriend others before fighting them.
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[Weirdo. Oh well. This isn't the Devildom.]
Sometimes it's not a matter of befriending. Some stuff isn't looking to fight you, or to be your friend. You're just a walking snack.
Hopefully you know when to run.
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[ crea snickers at the warning, still not put off by it by any means. ]
I know that very well. I'm just not a big fan of fighting, myself. But if you try to eat me, then just know that I can still put up a good fight. How does that sound?
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[It's hard to eat something that's still moving! So messy.]
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He lets out a sigh, shrugging.]
Oh well. At least you've got optimism. And hopefully you're not all talk.
Just don't blame us if you end up as someone's dinner.
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[ and they sure fucking suck. but might as well try to find some sliver of a silver lining. ]
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Good to hear.
You sound smart. Keep that up.