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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.

((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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Comments

[divector]

[ Not entirely sure how to parse that. ]

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?

[idologue]

[ Lacus is gladly swayed to talking about Mr. Pink instead of confusing multiworld matters. ]

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.

[divector]

Sounds lovely to have so many around. Your former fiancée must be quite the mechanic. If someone I knew was here, he'd say I'd have to be pulled away from talking to them constantly.

[ Robots are so cool and cute! ]

[idologue]

Ah, but why would you need to be pulled away? Talking to robot friends is so fun!

[ Your acquaintance is wrong, Ibuki! Robots are The Best. ]

[divector]

Because I get distracted easily and wander off. But isn't that how it always is when something is interesting?

[ He says this in a way that makes it obvious he doesn't think it's that bad. ]