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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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Comments

[passetemps]

[ hm. he hasn't gotten to see yet exactly how many of them there are, or whether any of his allies might be elsewhere on this non-floating island. ]

Are there so many? And all of them are strangers to you?

[dupiety]

[He initially responds with a nod.]

All of them, yes. I was with seven companions before I fell unconscious, yet I have not seen a single sign of them having awoken here with me. Instead, a few dozen strangers populate this beach- some of them are beings I have never seen before.

Honestly, I seem to find myself only asking more questions as I investigate.

[passetemps]

I can see why.

[ he frowns. ]

I too was in the company of a number of allies before this, and in a location that should not have been readily reachable by an outsider.

If I should find that none of them traveled here with me, then I suppose I shall take that to mean that they remain safe where they were... unless it is proven otherwise.

[ which he will choose to believe won't happen. ]

[dupiety]

A wise decision.

[It's a thought that crossed Temenos' mind too. But he has more than enough to concern himself with, so he'll leave the "what if"s out for now.]

Ah, with that said... I suppose introductions are in order, hm? My name is Temenos. And you are...?

[passetemps]

[ he's not all that big on introductions, but he nods, and offers a slight bow of his head. ]

My name is Zelkov.

[ ...that emphasis kind of makes it sound like he's going to offer up some other fact about himself in addition to a name, but he isn't. ]

[dupiety]

[It's an odd emphasis, to be sure. Almost as if Zelkov is making a correction to a mistake that was never made. Temenos tips his head with curiosity, but when no follow-up comes, he simply shrugs.]

A pleasure, Mr. Zelkov. Would that the circumstances were better, hm?

[Temenos keeps the pleasantries short, since a name is really all he wanted for the time being.]

I intend to investigate as much as I am able, should you like to compare notes down the line.

[passetemps]

I believe that would be beneficial, yes. I will also attempt to uncover what I can.

[dupiety]

Very good. Then I shan't take up any more of your time.

[He offers a small bow.]

Let's talk later.