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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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[conchy]

STEPPIN ON THE BEACH

[Lobelia isn’t the sort of man who will say no to an impromptu vacation. How did he get here? He hasn’t the foggiest, but the truth will reveal itself in time, won’t it? In the interim, he’s going to indulge in the sound of crashing waves and the cacophonous cry of seagulls overhead and sprawl out on the sandy beach. Watch your step and try not to trip right over him.

If you do trip over him, don’t panic! For a man who just got trampled on, he doesn’t seem the least bit displeased, his smile wide and amiable.]

Mistakes happen, non? Please don’t worry about it. I myself can't imagine making such a blunder, but none of us are infallible.

A SHELL OF A GOOD TIME

[What could be better than a beach rife with a plentitude of beautiful shells? At some point, should you step foot on the beach, you’ll no doubt come across Lobelia digging through the shallows to unearth a collection of spiraling conch shells.

Seeing a stranger on the horizon, he waves them over with a broad, childlike grin plastered on his face.]

You there! Step closer, s'il te plaît.

[What does this overly friendly man and his collection of conches want with you? Well, indulge him with your company and you’ll soon find out.]

SEAGULL

[Hey man, heard you were rooming with Lobelia. Sorry for your loss.

He’s tickled by the fact that a room meant for four only houses two beds, but that’s a problem easily solved, surely. Bringing a hand to his chin, Lobelia appraises the room with a curious hum.]

One or two of us may find ourselves sleeping on the floor... but if you prefer to share a bed, I don’t particularly mind. Tell me, do you toss and turn in your sleep?

shell of a good time (i'm scared)

[plunges]

[ ....what....what is he looking at right now....

Xiao will not step closer, but he's close enough to see this unusually large collection of conch shells. ]

What is it?

luv u coco

[conchy]

[Why, you're looking at a man (and his shells) enjoying a good time on the beach! No need to look so leery, little boy. Sweeping out an arm, Lobelia motions to his collection.]

Alas, my archive remains unavailable to me, but I've secured a small collection of conques to begin rebuilding. Would you like to contribute?

a shell of a good time

[gravitys]

[ French? Chuuya eyes the guy suspiciously, but he'll come closer anyway. He's confident in his ability to protect himself, so there's nothing to worry about. ]

What? [ Less friendly, but not outright hostile. ]

[conchy]

[Oui oui, just don't ask Lobelia what part of France he's from. Chuuya is much friendlier than the last guy, at least, and that's saying something.]

Come now, there's no need to act so suspect. Here— take this conque and hold it up to your ear.

[Oh boy!!! He promises there's no crabs in there.]

closes my eyes (shell time,)

[townmusician]

[Haruka doesn't trust like that. "Friendly" men with childlike grins are never good news, in his experience. He only has experience with one man like that, but, well.

Ryou's certainly a character.

Hw frowns, suspicious, and crosses his arms.]

Why? What are you even doing, anyways?

[conchy]

[Man, too many people on this island have too much self-preservation. That's a shame, but Lobelia can roll with it, his smile no less friendly when Haruka frowns at him.]

What does it look like? I'm rebuilding my archive. Won't you lend me a hand... or a voix?

he sells sea shells the sea shore

[chosenwang]

[ That sure is a lot of shells. He will get close enough to check out the fine collection this guy is sporting. ]

While I do give you points for effort, it'll take a bit more than seashells to win me over.

[conchy]

[It's a hell of a lot of shells, you might say. When the man has the audacity to refer to his collection simply as seashells, Lobelia clicks his tongue.]

Non, non! These are conques, not mere seashells. I will forgive your mistake this time, but please try not to repeat it.

seagull combo breaker

[diabolizes]

[ And there were only two beds... so much for a luxurious vacation. ]

I thrash around and claw at anything I can get my hands on!

[ He smiles. ]

Just kidding.

[conchy]

[And who is this? One of his roommates, no doubt. As with most, Lobelia greets him with an affable smile.]

Mmm, that will save us the effort of strapping you to the bed.

A Shell of a Time

[hearnoplague]

[ Kallamar is not having a great time, but the sight of the man with the floating conch shells? A slightly more welcome sight. Granted, he isn't peddling tarot cards or anything recognizably infused with divine power, but anything is better than nothing.

So congrats, Lobelia, you have attracted the attention of a squid with bandaged ears. He approaches with caution. ]

I take it, these are relics of some manner floating around you?

[conchy]

[Oh...? And what manner of creature is this? Lobelia's gaze is curious, his smile disarming in its mirth, and he welcomes Kallamar to his side. The bandages on his ears don't elude his notice, either.]

Indeed, these conques are my finest treasures, but... hm, no they are not relics. Incroyable as they are, there are a great many conques on this beach.

a shell of a good time;

[mysticpowerbroker]

[ That certainly is a sight.

Well, surely anyone asking for Merlin's company isn't anyone sus, right? Definitely. What does he honestly think of it so far, though? Well, he thinks it's interesting!

So he will hop on over. ]

I'm here! Now what?

[ What nonsense has Merlin involved himself in this time? ]

[conchy]

[No, not sussy at all! They're just two mages chilling on the beach and going about their day. Already, Merlin's earned himself some points for not being afraid to approach him.]

If you would, Monsieur, hold this conque up to your hear.

[Within it, he will hear Haruka shrieking like a banshee and accusing Lobelia of wanting to steal his voice?? Marvelous.]

a shell....

[dakicover]

[ crea jolts when his attention is called, turning towards the source of the voice. he doesn't know french, but he figures that it must be something like a please...

hesitantly, he approaches. ]

Is there something you need?

.... 🙂

[conchy]

[Such a shy young(??) man! Lobelia was much the same in his youth, or so he recalls. Let his sweet, disarming smile soothe you, Crea..........]

A service, if you will spare me a moment of your time.

[Stepping to one side, Lobelia motions to the small pile of conches at their feet.]

Pick one up and hold it to your ear.

shell

[immortalpoet]

[.........]

[feels like a trap but.]

[he's stepping closer.]

What is it.

[conchy]

[Oh my... Such a dour fellow! Maybe listening to the dulcet tones of the conque will put a smile on this man's face?

Well. Not likely, but it's worth a try? Lobelia grins, picking a conch out of his collection and handing it to the man.]

Go ahead, friend. Hold the conque up to your ear.

beach

[dupiety]

[As Lobelia enjoys himself, a shadow passes over him and doesn't move. Looks like he has a visitor.]

Good day, sir. I don't suppose you're an actual guest here...?

[Because boy does Temenos have questions.]

[conchy]

[Oh? The sun's warmth ebbs and Lobelia looks up to find a handsome stranger staring down at him. What's with that tone, monsieur?]

Oui! Did you assume I washed up on this beach instead?

[He's just chilling on the sand! Let an innocent man enjoy his time in the sun.]

Seagull, HEY ROOMIE.

[idologue]

[ Lacus has spent some of the happier years of her life sharing a bed, but that bed was shared with adorable little children under her protections. This? This is a grown man. ]

The size of these beds is certainly indicating that they were meant for more than single use, but... What a bold choice for mixed gender rooming, wouldn't you say?

[ In Lacus' hands, there is a little pink robot with its own speaker system: ] I won't accept that!

luna i'm sorry in advance for everything

[conchy]

[This grown man is also a gentleman! Just... don't ask him which dictionary you'll find Lobelia's definition of "gentleman" under. He and Wei Wuxian are in agreement that any women that may be rooming with them deserve to have a bed to themselves, and it seems this... robot concurs.]

Oui, but it is hardly appropriate for homme and femme to share a bed under circumstances like these. You and that... curious automaton of yours... ought to have one to yourselves.

stepping on the beach

[divector]

It happens. But what are you doing here... Hmmm...

[ The hamster wheel in his brain turns. It doesn't take him long to suddenly start levitating some sand nearby. Seems like he's intent on lightly covering this new acquaintance? That's what people do on the beach, right? ]

[conchy]

[Hm...? Levitation magic? Curious! What's more, this man seems intent on... burying him, perhaps? Well well, count Lobelia in.]

Do you intend to entomb me in sand? Don't forget to cover my head!

[Maybe he'll suffocate! Very exciting.]