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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

[conchy]

There must be some method to our captors' madness, but I doubt they'll be inclined to share the details.

[There's surely some entertainment value in it for their hosts. They've yet to meet them at this point, but Lobelia can only imagine the worst out of types like these.]

What do you suppose, mademoiselle? We were brought here intentionally, no doubt. I don't imagine any detail of this arrangement was accidentel.

[idologue]

[ That actually makes her expression more serious. ]

I can imagine several reasons why somebody would want to abduct me, but none of them line up very well with our current situation.

An island we are free to roam, a beautiful sea... and people from places so unlike my own home that my identity means nothing here. It doesn't add up.

Do you have a suspicion as to why you are here?

[conchy]

This Belle île is still a stretch of sand in the middle of the ocean. Out here, the only one who can hear your screams are your fellow captives.

[Lobelia doesn't sound the least bit concerned, but who knows? Maybe he's just confident that they'll make it out of this predicament alive.]

As for why they've taken me, it's quite évident: I am a genius, one of few where I hail from. I have some value, you might say, and to that, I applaud their fine taste!

[idologue]

Is that so...?

[ What a thing to say about oneself... Lacus smiles at him though, willing to overlook his boasting in good humor. ]

What is it that you do, then? If you're a genius, I am sure you have an exciting specialty, right?

[conchy]

[Why explain when he can simply show her? Snapping his fingers, Lobelia summons forth a conch shell through which Lacus will hear her own question echoing back at her.]

Voilà! Do you hear yourself, mademoiselle? This is the nature of my genius: audiomancy, a form of magic created by yours truly.

[idologue]

[ So her roommate is... the inventor of the tape recorder...?

Well, the fact that it's allegedly magic makes up for the fact that audio recording really doesn't feel all that special for Lacus' standards. And the conch manifesting! That was cool! She claps her hands. ]

That's wonderful! Using a shell to record is quite elegant, too! How long can you keep recordings like that?

[conchy]

[And the shellphone (patent pending)!]

Oui! I'm glad you have the sense to agree!

[Too many people on the island don't recognize his genius for what it is. Fools, all of them.]

With registre, all sounds recorded within the conque will remain there so long as the conque itself does. That's why one must be délicat when handling them.