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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

[dakicover]

Fine, fine. Here.

[ he'll extend a hand up for magolor to hold, with the intention of pulling him to his feet. ]

The sand probably makes it more difficult to stay upright, but maybe try walking in place?

[microtransactions]

[ at least the ease with how he accepts the help up makes it apparent he probably did, in fact, have hands before this. with crea's help he starts up a slow, tentative... awkward shuffle through the sand. ]

... This is such a drag.

[ no pun intended... or is it. ]

[dakicover]

[ well, at least crea doesn't seem like he's going to make fun of magolor's awkward shuffle through the sand any time soon. he'll follow the other, making sure that he doesn't fall on his face again. ]

Eh, could be worse.

[ like at least he can walk?? ]

How were you moving around without legs anyways? Floating? Crawling?

[microtransactions]

Natural levitation. Which is a little different from actually being able to float or fly around proper, but ...

[ beat. ]

I mean, I can still probably, but. You never know when you might end up having to rough it!

[ hence: figuring out this whole ground bound walking thing. ]

[dakicover]

It'd be pretty painful if you were levitating and fell down, for sure. That's how you sprain a muscle or two.

[ not that he would know, since he doesn't levitate. ]

So? Are you getting the hang of it?

[microtransactions]

Oh yeah, I'd love to sprain an ankle or two after having them for just a day! Sounds like my idea of a fun time.

[ but he is going to. start picking his feet a little higher off the ground as he walks, now. baby steps, y'all. ]

[dakicover]

I know someone who would absolutely take you up on that offer.

[ he says this completely seriously. for every person that makes a masochist joke, there's always one sadist willing to make that a reality.

or maybe crea's just surrounded by a bad crowd. ]

[microtransactions]

[ a beat, where he definitely doesn't miss a step or try not to trip over nothing. ]

Okay, then for the record? That was a joke. I am not actually down for getting beat up or injured just for the fun of it.

[dakicover]

Oh, don’t worry! I’d never do that for no reason! I hate hurting people.

[ a beat. ]

My friend would, though. He has a bit of a temper.