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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

[immortalpoet]

[NO GOAT FURRIES!!!!!!!]

What's the technology like, then, outside of your amazing goat crew?

[divector]

[ THE WORLD NEEDS MORE GOAT FURRIES ]

Nothing of note to you, most likely. Charitably, I suppose it's maximizing space vs. foodstuff and resource production for the colony, considering they also export goods to their neighbors. That's what allows them to keep conducting research on bioengineering.

On that subject...I would say two of the most notable powers the researchers have under their thumb is Hypnosis and Foresight, but they haven't been able to replicate it.

[immortalpoet]

[Hm.]

[Of course most of that is lost on him, but...]

Sounds a lot like what corporations do. Hypnosis and Foresight...that's stuff they're producing? Or they've witnessed?

[divector]

[ Sorry Verg, his world is dumb. ]

You could say that? They're trying to produce humans who can live outside the colonies, in lieu of fixing the environment they polluted.

[ 'Cause that's apparently easier??? ]

It just so happens their experiments either gave individuals supernatural powers...or transformed them irreversibly, losing their memories and personality in the process. Acceptable risk, in their terms.

[immortalpoet]

[sounds like city bs to him]

And you're one of those experiments, huh.

[divector]

Correct. I didn't agree with them, so I simply took advantage of my powers and left one day. They were always rather incompetent at containment. Maybe your area is far less so.

[immortalpoet]

Ha.

[That actually does come out as a laugh, even if its a low huff of a noise.]

Not really, no.

[divector]

Haha, I see some things just don't change between places.

[ Validation for his worse thoughts! ]

[immortalpoet]

Regardless...stay where you are. You likely have it better than us. Polluted air and all.

[divector]

Sadly. Which is a shame, really, but fairy tales are fairy tales for a reason.

[immortalpoet]

...What do you mean?

[divector]

Hmm, I'm not sure myself. Call it mixed feelings talking out loud.

[immortalpoet]

Mixed feelings, how? You don't have a high opinion of humans, right?

[divector]

As a whole, I don't.

[ individuals sure. as a group? ehh....pass ]

But someone I know still does. And I want to see her smile.

[immortalpoet]

[Hm.]

Why? What's so special about her?

[divector]

[ ... ]

She didn't awaken to her powers until recently, so she lived a more typical colony life. They say you should hear all sides before coming to a major decision, right?

[immortalpoet]

Powers? So she's like you, but she looked like a human.

[divector]

Hmm, you could say that. But either way, she does have a unique perspective compared to the rest of us. And that's what's important to me.

[immortalpoet]

And what is her perspective?

[divector]

She says she doesn't know yet, but she does want to save her best friend. So she asked me for help smuggling them out alive.

[ Suddenly his smile falters a little to become something more pensive. ]

After that though...she started avoiding me lately. But I can wait a little while longer.

[immortalpoet]

Maybe you're weirding her out with the goat talk.

[Like, just saying.]

[divector]

[ Why is everyone ever telling him to quit being so heavy with the goat talk??? ]

...I didn't think it was that weird, but you're not the first one to say that. I suppose I really should rethink my approach.