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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]

[With a short, blunt tone:]

Short enough. What's it to you?

[townmusician]

You’ve got a sword. Short patiences and swords are kind of concerning.

[What if Haruka’s in danger!!]

[immortalpoet]

[Now that makes him let out a huff.]

If you don't cause me any problems, I won't cause you any problems. Besides. Concerning comes with the rank.

[townmusician]

Do you even have a rank right now? We’re in some weird robot resort, not a… military base or anything.

[He won’t even bother promising to not make problems.]

[immortalpoet]

...

[Now that nets him an almost surprised sort of look.]

....What District are you from? Out of curiosity.

[townmusician]

District...? Uh, Tokyo? I don't really want to give you a more specific neighborhood...

[Stranger danger, and all that. He does not trust gaunt, greasy-looking old men anymore!!!]

[immortalpoet]

...I see.

[He is closing his eyes, exasperated.]

No wonder. You wouldn't know the difference between a Grade 3 Fixer and a Color if I asked, huh.

[townmusician]

[From the blank look on his face, he has absolutely no idea what any of that means.]

No... That just kind of sounds like you're making stuff up.

[immortalpoet]

And that is what an idiot would say, if I didn't know any better in knowing you aren't from the City.

[Which is a BIG QUESTION in and of itself, but...whatever.]

[townmusician]

[dude why do you just sound like you're from some shitty sci-fi drama.........]

You can't really be from a place that's just called the City. That's so stupid.

[immortalpoet]

[Folding his arms, and saying, deadpan:]

You can't really be from a place that's called Tokyo. That's so stupid.

[townmusician]

At least Tokyo is a city with an actual name!

[The City is too generic to not be stupid!!]

[immortalpoet]

Tch.

[TCH!!!]

The City is the City. Not like I came up for the name for it. Anyways, we're not from the same place. That's that.

[townmusician]

[Don't "tch" him, grandpa!!]

"That's that"? Like this is just something normal happening?

[immortalpoet]

Don't put words in my mouth. I didn't say it was normal.

[>8/]

I'm just saying, when people try to play around with things they don't understand, unintended consequences can happen. People being transported to places outside of where they belong isn't exactly something out of a book, anymore.

[townmusician]

[Oh. Hm.]

Sorry...

[He sounds properly apologetic, but also this is just like. Too much to comprehend right now.]

Did we all die and end up here like this is some garbage light novel, then?

[immortalpoet]

Pretty sure we're not dead. Also this isn't some kind of...weird comic.

[At least he thinks that's what a light novel is.]

[townmusician]

Light novels and manga are different things.

[Gosh, grandpa.]

And you don't know for certain we're alive, right?

[Least not until the NPC lore dump.]

[immortalpoet]

Yeah, yeah.

[Whatever.]

Don't feel dead. Besides, it's quite hard to kill me.

[townmusician]

Isn’t everyone as easy to kill as everyone else?

[Grouchy-san, please…]

[immortalpoet]

Ha.


No.

[townmusician]

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Are you a robot?

[immortalpoet]

Do I look like a robot.

[townmusician]

You could be a robot that looks like a person, like in movies and books.

[immortalpoet]

Tell me. Were you born an idiot, or did you just become that way?