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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]

[He can respect the approach.

That said, he holds his free hand to his chin in a thoughtful gesture.]

One more thing of note: I was with a traveling party before all of this. None of them appear to have made the unwilling trip with me.

[immortalpoet]

...Hm.

[Now that he's looking around...]

Same thing here. Guess I was the lucky one. Unless they all ran off somewhere.

[dupiety]

And left you here on the beach by yourself? My, how rude.

[Apparently the tension has lifted just enough for Temenos to make a little quip.]

Now...who are you, exactly? You'll have to forgive my bluntness, but that gaze of yours is highly unusual.

[immortalpoet]

If that's rude, then they won't know the meaning of rude until I'm done with them.

[HE WILL BE SOOOO MEAN]

My gaze? [Almost a little confused because, like, he should know?] Eh. It's Vergilius.

[dupiety]

Goodness, I certainly wouldn't want to be them.

[Anyway...huh. Lack of explanation noted. At the very least, he'll finally lower his weapon and go along with this. Vergilius doesn't appear to be on the same page of threat as the ones he's encountered back home.]

Hah. Well met, Vergilius. My name is Temenos. I am an inquisitor by profession, but you certainly beat me to the punch in asking questions here.

[immortalpoet]

...An inquisitor.

[That sure is a profession. The more this goes on, the more confused he feels, and he doesn't like confused.]

For an Association, or just on your lonesome?

[dupiety]

Are there truly solo inquisitors out there? Goodness, how...strangely self-righteous.

[He shakes his head.]

I work for the Order of the Sacred Flame.

[immortalpoet]

Not typically, but sometimes you see Fixers calling themselves anything these days.

[There truly are some nuts on the street, but he'd have to agree with the group thing...looks at N Corp.....]

Doesn't ring a bell. What are you...inquisitiing, exactly?