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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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[dupiety]

[As Lobelia enjoys himself, a shadow passes over him and doesn't move. Looks like he has a visitor.]

Good day, sir. I don't suppose you're an actual guest here...?

[Because boy does Temenos have questions.]

[conchy]

[Oh? The sun's warmth ebbs and Lobelia looks up to find a handsome stranger staring down at him. What's with that tone, monsieur?]

Oui! Did you assume I washed up on this beach instead?

[He's just chilling on the sand! Let an innocent man enjoy his time in the sun.]

[dupiety]

[No.

Also, "oui"? Sir what does that mean.]

It's more or less what I and many others did, if you can believe it.

[So the question didn't just come from nowhere.]

What can you tell me about this establishment, then?

[conchy]

[So they all arrived here in roughly the same manner, then? Well, there's no point in hiding it any longer, his laughter jovial.]

Ah... That is to say that I've been here for a spell, but no longer than you, I would think. Instead of wandering around concerning myself with the situation at hand, I'm going to enjoy my vacances.

[Hence why he's lounging around on the shore instead of checking out the place. It's evident that he's been kidnapped, as have the others, so why sweat the small details when their captors will tip their hands soon enough? That's how these types tend to operate.]

[dupiety]

[...

A quiet noise of annoyance escapes Temenos. It's pretty clear that he doesn't find this anywhere near as amusing.]

Your lack of concern is truly something to aspire to.

[He turns on his heel right then and there.]

Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm trying to make better use of my time.

[conchy]

[Ah, so it's like that... These serious types are tough to crack, but once you smash through their shells, the mess that lies within is so much fun to play with. Temenos may be walking away, but Lobelia isn't done talking.]

Better use, hm? By that, you mean you'll find other ways to waste and whittle your time away.

[Anything is better than wasting it indulging a man like Lobelia in conversation, to be fair.]

[dupiety]

[Peering over his shoulder, he offers a shrug.]

If you wish to speak philosophically, I suppose we're all whittling our time away in some manner, aren't we?

I simply have this nasty habit of keeping myself productive. I don't like sitting around when I could be seeking the truth of my mysterious circumstances.

[conchy]

[That has Lobelia chuckling. Seeking the truth of their circumstances... Well, he's not particularly shy about cluing this man in on why he isn't doing the same.]

Do as you please, monsieur, if that is what makes you happy. I've already found my happiness.

[And it's his hope that this island gives him the perfect opportunity to pursue that happiness. It's a shame no one else shares in his satisfaction, but it's not as if Lobelia cares what they think or feel.]