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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! ))

Locations Cabanas PCs Network Device Main Nav

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[diabolizes]

A little drink is never a bad idea!

[ No. ]

I can get some juice for you instead. Perhaps the sugar in it will provide a little pick-me-up.

[gravitys]

[ HE WANTS TO but he's not dumb enough to do it before he figures out what's going on... ]

Yeah, juice is fine. You just lookin' for company?

[diabolizes]

Yes, the company of a bottle! Haha!

[ He reaches down below the bar to grab some orange juice, setting it down on the bar counter with a little thunk. ]

Just kidding. I'm looking for company, information, answers, leading questions... anything, really.

[gravitys]

So far it seems like information and answers are in short supply.

[ Chuuya slides onto a bar stool finally instead of standing there. ]

[diabolizes]

[ He plucks a glass from the bird-shaped drinkware set and fills it up to the top with orange juice before sliding it over to Chuuya. ]

That seems to be the case. I've left not a single postcard unturned and have yet to find anything.

[gravitys]

[ Chuuya takes the drink and downs some like it's going to be anything other than juice...thankfully, it is just juice. ]

Tch. Seems about right. No one seems to remember anything useful from just before here, either.

[diabolizes]

No, just the smell of the sea.

[ It's a pleasant smell and all, but he wished he remembered something more useful. ]

It must be the same for you, in that case?

[gravitys]

Felt a spark of electricity, too.

[ He figured maybe it was an ability. ]

[diabolizes]

As did I. For a second, I thought I was getting shocked by something.

[ Seems like that wasn't the case.

Hm.

Wei Wuxian pours himself a bit of orange juice in another bird-themed glass. ]

Perhaps that was simply whatever brought us here being used on us.

[gravitys]

That's what I figured. [ He just...couldn't figure out what/who it was. Bullshit! ]

Can't say I recognize anyone here, though.

[diabolizes]

[ He lets out a long suffering sigh as he nurses his orange juice. ]

I don't either. I had hoped there would be at least one person I know here. No one will believe me when I say I was taken to a place like this.

[gravitys]

Yeah, well, who cares if they believe you as long as we get a way back home?

[ Chuuya doesn't really care about his credibility with his coworkers in that sense...he just won't tell them tbh. ]

[diabolizes]

It matters a lot! You know what they say... word spreads.

[ He takes a long sip of his juice. ]

I don't need people knocking at my door day and night demanding to know where I really was.

[gravitys]

Just tell 'em to fuck off.

[ AND IF THEY TAKE OFFENSE...that's on them. ]

[diabolizes]

[ That gets a laugh out of him. ]

I like your attitude! I have to be polite to at least some of them, though, so that I can stay out of trouble.

[ Except he never stays out of trouble. ]

[gravitys]

Higher ups kinda deal?

[ Been there! Feels that! ]

[diabolizes]

Sort of. Let's say that a lot of the higher-ups around me are worried I'll try to usurp them.

[ He has no interest in it, but you know how powerful people are and all that. ]

[gravitys]

Near as I can tell most higher-ups worry about that.

[ Some of us are fine in middle management! ]

[diabolizes]

[ He laughs. ]

So it's like that where you're from, is it? Seems to me like we might understand one another, at least on some level.

[gravitys]

Yeah, well. I'm a middle-management type and I'm fine there. Who the hell wants to be a leader of an entire organization?

[diabolizes]

Well, you get your pick of all sorts of things if you're in charge. The best food, the best liquor, the best clothing...

[ In other words, he can see the benefits. ]

I don't like being held to other people's standards, though, and as a leader you have to be. Where's the fun in that?

[gravitys]

I think middle management is a pretty decent compromise.

[ Though he often just drinks cheap liquor...but he CAN get the better stuff. ]

[diabolizes]

I would get in too much trouble, even in that position.

[ And he did. ]

So, what are you middle management of, precisely?

[gravitys]

[ He's been pretty vague with most people, but: ]

The mafia.

[diabolizes]

[ .............. ]

What is that?