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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.

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[finalforte]

1. Good Morning Beaches

[This woman with her blazing red hair and cute outfit, as well as an actual suitcase, may in fact look like she belongs exactly here!

She doesn't, of course, given she sits up with a dazed and confused expression. But she fits the setting, so that surely counts for something!]

Katsumata-san...?

[Uhhhhhhh. This wasn't the plan???]

B. Bar None (From Drinks)

[It's probably pretty easy to find her - there was likely a lot of loud complaining to no one as she tromped her way to the resort, trying to shake the sand out of her hair - but eventually she finds and settles down in the bar, looking slightly more pleased with herself after mixing herself a Blue Hawaiian to enjoy, eyeing whoever else happens into the bar as she sips her drink.]

C. Cabana Contempt (Pelican)

[Oops, the loud complaining has started all over again.]

Kanon is not sharing a bed! What kind of lame resort makes people share?

b

[gravitys]

[ Chuuya is nursing an orange juice because he doesn't want to drink until he figures out what's up. But when Kanon rolls in stomping and mixing drinks, he'll at least glance over when he feels her gaze. ]

Hey? [ Not aggressive, just curious. ]

[finalforte]

[This is clearly the best time for a drink, what do you mean it's important to keep your senses when you end up on a random island in the middle of the ocean with no clues as to how or why you are there.

She looks over to him, looks him up and down (shorty...) before giving a very unenthusiastic:]

Hi.

[gravitys]

[ Look, some of us just never kept growing after age 15. ]

Were you wantin' something, or just looking to see who's here?

[finalforte]

Kanon just wants a drink. What, is that not allowed now?

[Said like she wasn't obviously keeping an eye out for people. She's just, so subtle, this girl.]

[gravitys]

I'm not the cops? Just wanted to know if you needed something since you were looking at me.

[ He's not even annoyed about it, he was just kind of curious. ]

[finalforte]

That's just 'cuz you're the only other person here!

[HUFF.]

[gravitys]

Well, okay? [ He can leave her to her drinking if she prefers! ]

[finalforte]

[Maybe she WILL!!

After she knocks back like, half her drink, she speaks up again.]

So? Who are you?

[gravitys]

Chuuya. You're Kanon? [ SINCE SHE WAS...saying her own name. ]

[finalforte]

[SHE SURE WAS!]

That's riiiiiight ♪

Kanon would love a vacation, but this place is totally weird?

1!

[idologue]

[ Lacus does very much not look like she is dressed for a beach vacation. Which means she is currently in the process of trying to shake sand out of her long hair and the several layers of her clothing. Next to her a little ball-shaped robot is imitating the same efforts with his joints. Sand. Sand everywhere.

Since Kanon happens to wake up next to hear, Lacus gives her a smile. ]

Good... morning? You wouldn't happen to know where we are, would you?

[finalforte]

[She looks Lacus over, pulling a face like she swallowed something unpleasant.]

Of course not! Kanon just woke up here.

[idologue]

[ If Lacus notices the expression, she shows no indication of it. ]

Then we're in the same boat!

[ Some more sand falls from a fold in Lacus's clothes. ]

This seems like it's... on Earth, would you agree?

[finalforte]

[Very obviously rolling her eyes.]

Obviously.

[idologue]

Ah, but the waterfront areas in the PLANTs have become very realistic! First time visitors sometimes can't tell.

[ Lacus is not offended, but she does at least defend the reasoning behind her question...! In a way that makes no sense to Kanon, presumably... ]

[finalforte]

[????]

Is that some kind of nerd talk?

[idologue]

[ Lacus' turn to look confused... ]

No, I don't think so? It's just surprising that I have been brought planetside without my noticing.

[finalforte]

Um, planetside?

[what is this lady talking about.]

[idologue]

As opposed to in space?

[ Help, why is this so difficult... ]

[finalforte]

Huuuuuuh??

c.

[felame]

[ oh, sweet kanon. and by sweet kanon i mean xiao is making her way mid-complaining, expressionless as she butts in with: ]

The same kind of resort that brings the unwilling.

[ like. fr. ]

Regardless, you won't have to worry about sharing. I can easily sleep elsewhere. You can take that bed as yours.

[finalforte]

[Startling, where the heck did this lady come from?!]

-Really?

[felame]

[ quietly, from the front door. after listening to the yelling for a bit. ]

Yes. I'm hardly fond of the thought of sharing a bed with someone unknown, as well, and I'll be making minimal use of it.

[ for the "people are more likely to stab you in your sleep than not" reasons ]

The arrangement suits us both, in this case.

[finalforte]

Wow, maybe you aren't so bad after all ♥

[She gets a whole bed to herself, yay!]