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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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[divector]

01. once upon a palm tree

[ Some time after the mass awakening of chaos, a young man with an exceptionally long coat stares at you from a palm tree.

Yes, a tree. Everyone knows they are simply pre-benches after all. More importantly, if you do notice him, he'll wave and throw a coconut at you. If you don't? He'll also wave and throw a coconut at you, just with worse aim. Breakfast is important, you know. ]

02. these robots don't get a break

[ At the buffet, he levitates a poor robot, peering at its outer shell from all directions while munching on a sandwich. Curiouser and curiouser. ]

"I wonder what sort of colony created you?"

03. souvenirs for the folks back home

[ Who grabbed way too many sets of pens and postcards to write on, you ask? This guy. He's writing away on top of a previously procured book while browsing. Talk about multi-tasking. ]

"I think they'll like this one... Or maybe this one? Something cuter might be better? Hmm, so many choices..."

04. wildcard

[ He's wandering around a lot today, so feel free to poke him wherever. Chances are he's doing something strange to comment on. ]

palm tree

[townmusician]

[What’s with all the people sitting in the trees? Sure, Ibuki is only the second person he’s seen up one so far, but it’s weird it happened twice.

It takes a bit of fumbling and nearly dropping the thing, but Haruka does manage to catch the coconut. So now he’s just standing there, holding a coconut, looking up at Ibuki in utter bafflement.]

What are you doing?

[Isn’t he hot in that coat…]

[divector]

[ Something, something, high places. And a question for the ages right there. ]

Sharing breakfast. Did you already eat? Coconuts are quite delicious.

[ He suddenly pauses that thought, apparently remembering something. ]

Oh, right... You're not allergic, are you?

[townmusician]

No, I’m not, but…

[More important question:]

How the hell am I supposed to open it?

[divector]

Crushing it open? I guess a knife is preferable, but I don't have one on me.

[ just dunk slam it, bro ]

[townmusician]

…I don’t think that’s possible.

[With these noodle arms?? He’d probably just embarrass himself, and he doesn’t really want to embarrass himself in the first conversation.]

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[dysnowpian]

[ Exceptionally long coat meet exceptionally long coat. Sonya's coat and attire look better suited for winter, or at least fall. He might have to fix that at some point, but right now there's more pressing matters, like returning that wave. ]

Well hello there. [ He probably wasn't expecting a coconut, but his reflexes are good enough where he catches it handily. ]

Aren't you generous.

[divector]

Hello to you as well.

[ He leaves his own coconut on his lap to clap at that. Nice catch, fellow long coat, they should all play baseball one day. ]

They come highly recommended, and as fresh as probably possible.

[ So sharing them with everyone is a logical course of action, you see. ]

[dysnowpian]

Do they? I don't think I've had the pleasure, or at the very least in this form. [ There's a smile that lingers after the applause, Sonya rolling the coconut between his hands. ]

What is it?

[divector]

Ah, it can be hard to keep track.

[ He nods and holds up the coconut he's currently eating from. ]

A coconut. Its shell is hard, but the meat inside is rather delicious. A lot of people don't seem to be fans of the effort to get to it though.

[dysnowpian]

Effort isn't necessarily correlated with reward, but that shouldn't stop anyone.

[ He peers down at the coconut, fingers pressing against its hard shell. ]

I've heard of this fruit in passing, but it's pretty difficult to grow much in District 25.

palm tree

[immortalpoet]

[He ignores the man, clearly. No need to waste his time. When the coconut comes, though...]

[He reaches out and catches it in an instant.]

[And then crushes it in his hand like its made of paper.]

Want this to be your head next?

[divector]

[ He smiles, innocent and carefree. ]

If you want your hands crushed.

[ Eating more of that coconut meat now. More importantly, RIP coconut. Your deliciousness will be sorely missed. ]

What a waste of a perfectly good breakfast. Have you not had coconut before?

[immortalpoet]

Big words. I would take my chances.

[He lets the coconut remnants drop to the ground with a grimace, wiping his hand off on his own pants.]

No. Don't think I'd care to. Why did you throw it at me?

[divector]

[ He keeps smiling and talking, as if any of the threats spoken never happened. ]

I've thrown one to everyone passing by. We could all use some breakfast this time of day. Especially you, your complexion looks rather unhealthy. Are you eating well?

[immortalpoet]

What does it matter to you?

[HE'S A BASTARD IN GRAYSCALE LEAVE HIM ALONE]

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[finalmix]

[ josh is munching on a chilli hotdog bc thank god for twewy favourite food lists and just watching the poor robot suffering. ]

Can it talk back?

[divector]

[ these robots did not deserve this cast ]

It certainly hasn't phoned home. But who knows, maybe their programming is secretly more complex than it looks. A revenge protocol would be amusing.

[finalmix]

[ is watching how the robot is making maybe slightly distressed beeps and still hovering over the ground. ]

Maybe it's biding it's time for now.

[divector]

Guess I'll have to watch my back then for any regards.

[ He carefully sets the robot down on the ground, but not before whirling it in the air a couple of times. Why? Why not? ]

[finalmix]

They know where you sleep, probably.

[ completely seriously. ]

[ also, because josh has his phone out he's taking a photo of the robot whirling in the air for a bit. why? why not? why are they like this. ]

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[idologue]

That's a problem!

[ Here's a robotic voice, though it doesn't come from the levitating kittybot at all. Instead, a pink ball is bouncing closer to the scene of robot crimes. ]

That's a problem!

[ Trailing behind him is a young woman with pink hair and pretty formal dress. ]

My, Mr. Pink, don't bother them! [ And to Ibuki: ] Aren't these little service robots just adorable? I didn't know they could float, too!

[divector]

I don't mind at all.

[ 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. ]

[idologue]

Oh, you are controlling the flight? That's impressive.

[ 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.

[divector]

[ He nods affirmatively before looking a little surprised. ]

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?