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guiltrip2023-05-13 11:01 am
killerwaves) wrote in guiltrip2023-05-13 11:01 am
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! ))
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[ Yes, Mr. Pink, that's a problem all right! ]
They do have a cute design. I was wondering what they looked like from below, and well, I took the chance.
[ The poor, cute robot still levitates in the air, waiting for gravity to reclaim it. ]
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[ Lacus sounds a little surprised by this, though Mr. Pink seems to have grasped the situation right away. ]
I don't know if it's enjoying the low gravity experience though.
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Oh, it's not? I should fix that then.
[ Tilting his head, he looks back at the robot. With a slight movement of his arm, the robot starts slowly descending to the ground, probably beeping along the way. And that's how it ends its adventure in the air: with a noiseless touchdown. ]
There we go. Is that better now?
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I'm sure it is! Look how happily its flitting about!
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I see! I guess not all robots like the air after all.
[ Where did he even get the idea that they like air... ]
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Oh, did you have a robot friend that liked to fly?
[ She picks up her little round companion and holds him out a little, introducing him. ]
Mr. Pink here is totally comfortable in low gravity, for example! But I think if you let my household helper Okapi float, she'd be quite distressed.
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[ He waves to Mr. Pink. ]
And I'm Ibuki. Nice to meet you.
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[ Mr. Pink wiggles his earflaps in what might either be a greeting or a random movement, it's always hard to tell with him. ]
It appears he likes you! Ah, and my name is Lacus Clyne. It's my pleasure!
You said something about a colony before - could I ask what that was about?
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[ Earflaps...so cute... Right, there's a question being asked. ]
About a colony? I was wondering what sort of colony would create robots with this appearance. The ones I've seen are far more concerned with performance over form.
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Are robots only colony products where you're from? For me, they're a little more popular in the colonies than on Earth, I think, but I wouldn't call them exclusive...
[ And with a glance down at her little buddy: ] My Haro here was a gift though, custom-made.
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I certainly have never seen them elsewhere, but I'll admit what you said sounds strange compared to what I know of the world.
[ But look, Mr. Pink exists. ] Wait, custom-made? Do these Haros usually not look like Mr. Pink?
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Not quite! Actually, Haros aren't a commercial product. My former fiancée created them as a surprise for me. When I loved Mr. Pink so much, he just kept making more...! Now we're quite the lively household of half a dozen Haros.
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[ Robots are so cool and cute! ]
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[ Your acquaintance is wrong, Ibuki! Robots are The Best. ]
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[ He says this in a way that makes it obvious he doesn't think it's that bad. ]