guiltrip | 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! ))

Locations Cabanas PCs Network Device Main Nav

code

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The City. I've never heard of that! Hahaha!

[ They're nearing the resort, and the smell of the buffet is starting to waft through the air. ]

Ah, we must be close to food.

Yeah, yeah.

[LAUGH IT UP WHY DON'T YOU!!! Anyways he also raises his head in the direction of the smell, furrowing his eyebrows.]

You think whatever this place has for us is even safe to eat?

Who knows? If we get hungry enough, we'll eat it anyway.

[ Desperate times call for desperate measures and all that. As they get closer, Wei Wuxian takes his time looking over the food, most of which he doesn't recognize. ]

If you're that worried, I'll taste test it for you, just to be sure.

[ It's a genuine offer. He doesn't mind. ]

I can go without food.

[Though he's also poring over the wares, a little curious - there are definitely things he doesn't know, either, and it's making his frown deepen.]

Knock yourself out. Maybe literally.

[ He laughs. Wow, Vergilius, you're too funny! ]

I think I'll try whatever this is!

[ "This" happens to be spaghetti with meat sauce. Wei Wuxian looks around for a plate and helps himself to a serving. ]

It tastes normal. A bit bland, however.

[wwx: hehe!
verg: perish]

........

[He reaches over to put a finger into the sauce to taste it.]

...Could use more seasoning, sure. Guess it isn't poison.

Not unless it was a poison not easily detectable through taste.

[ He grins. ]

Though that would be hard to make lethal in such large quantities.

[ A deadly tray of spaghetti would get expensive... ]

Do you think they have chili flakes I could put on this?

...Expert on poisons, huh.

[A low noise.]

You can check. If it really matters to you.

[ He just laughs off that little comment. Truthfully, he simply knows these things from living with a doctor for a year or so. ]

It does! Spice is important. It makes dishes feel alive.

[ With his plate of spaghetti, Wei Wuxian starts to wander around the buffet, looking for some kind of kitchen. ]

...I'll take your word for it. I'm no chef.

[He won't even pretend he knows how to cook well. Cook in general? Maybe, actually.]

[He follows along, more curious about the place than anything.]

Are you?

Oh, not at all! Most people can't handle my cooking! Hahaha!

[ What does he mean by that? It might become more clear when they find the kitchen and he digs through the cupboards until he finds chili flakes.

...Which he then proceeds to dump a copious amount of onto his plate. ]

[...]

[why.]

I think I can see why. Do you have any tastebuds?

Of course I do. Why else do you think I need all these chili flakes?

[ Wei Wuxian mixes them into the sauce, getting them nice and integrated. ]

Want some?

........No, thanks.

[drown yourself in spice, go for it]

That's too much.

[ He takes a bite, letting it sit in his mouth as he analyzes the flavor. ]

Hmmm... I think it's not enough! It's still a bit bland.

[ there he goes, adding more ]

[looking around]

Is there anyone sensible in this place? Hello?

[ He can't help but laugh, setting his plate down on the nearby counter so he doesn't accidentally drop it. ]

Hahahahaha! Doesn't look like it, not unless you consider one of those weird creatures to be sensible!

[ He means the robots... ]

[uh, yeah, actually.]

...You don't know what those machines are? They're not alive.

[ ......... ]

They're not dead either, though.

[ Please explain the concept of technology to him, Verg. ]

They're not dead, no. They're like...made. They're constructs.

[ALREADY EXHAUSTED TO EXPLAIN]

[ Thankfully, that's an explanation Wei Wuxian can understand for the most part. He puts his hand on one of the robots. Cold metal... ]

I see. So they're constructs that do what you tell them to do?

Basically, yeah. They follow programming. Basically a set of rules and commands.

[ Huh. They certainly are following commands, working away at cooking up more food so it can be replaced before it runs out. ]

I suppose that makes sense. [ In an otherworldly way. ] Are these common in The City?

Depends on the District, I think.

[Also following it with his stare...]

You really don't have this where you come from?

We don't. Actually...

[ He looks around the kitchen. The chili flakes had taken up so much of his attention that he didn't give himself a chance to be shocked by the appliances. ]

We don't have any of this either.

(no subject)

immortalpoet - 2023-05-17 23:46 (UTC) - Expand

diabolizes - 2023-05-18 00:02 (UTC) - Expand

immortalpoet - 2023-05-18 03:05 (UTC) - Expand

diabolizes - 2023-05-18 04:09 (UTC) - Expand