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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

[felame]

[ hmm. there's a hint of... well, perhaps it's amusement, at several things there. the surprise, his sudden seriousness, and the description itself.

a slight quirk upwards of her lips, hardly visible, until it's gone. ]

Perhaps. I'll allow you one confirmation, in the form of a correction: I would hardly force others to follow the rules I set, save for the ones that are absolutely necessary.

[ a pause, as if she's considering whether she should say more. ah, well. ]

I have found the path widens when you allow others to intersect alongside your own, rather than paving your will over them.

[diabolizes]

[ Ah, so she isn't that kind of strict. He smiles, satisfied with that answer, though her addition only makes his smile just a bit wider. ]

I like that. Would you mind if I steal it for future use?

[ He laughs, taking a sip of his own drink. ]

Where I'm from, many prefer to make others bend to their will. It feels like an inevitability—once the path opens up, someone else will come along to make everyone else fall in a single-file line.

[felame]

[ ah, that. she offers him a pensive glance before she turns back to her drink, her eyes closed in thought. ]

Feel free to take such words back to that land. The City is much the same way, so I know such things are a rarity.

[ but she doesn't sound troubled about that. it's simply how it is, and how she lived, for a time. ]

Deceits packaged as truth, at every turn. The pursuit of objectives outside your own, for the fulfillment of those above you, in order to survive. Was your pursuit of what amounts to heresy an effort to free yourself from that cycle?

[diabolizes]

[ Wei Wuxian has no doubt that their circumstances are incredibly different from one another, but it seems that there are threads of similarity amongst all the differences anyway. ]

It was out of necessity, as a result of not following the objectives of those trying to lord their power over us.

[ Very, very vague. ]

I was forced into a situation where I had to adapt, though I suppose you could say that it did free me, in a way.