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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

[conchy]

[His problems? Where does he start? When he holds the voice to his ear or, close enough... Vergilius will hear his own dreary words echoing back at him.]

Incroyable, is it not? Haha!

[immortalpoet]

[i'm sorry he is going to make a FACE with eyes ablaze and crush the conch in one hand as if its made of paper mache, the pieces falling to the ground.]

Pitiful excuse for a joke.

[conchy]

Ah—!

[Lobelia breaks into full-bodied shudders, the sound of the conch shattering echoing over and over in his head.]

Such shameless destruction! What an utter lack of restraint...! Très bien!

[Hope this is the response you wanted, Vergilius.]

[immortalpoet]

[STARING AT HIM LIKE HE WANTS TO PIERCE HIM THROUGH LIKE WHAT IS THIS??? HE'S LIKE A LASER-EYED MATH LADY MEMES]

What.

[conchy]

Heh-ahaha! You didn't hesitate to smash that conque to pieces and utterly destroy it! What a fascinating fellow you are!

[You've made a new friend today, Vergilius. Isn't that nice?]

S'il te plaît, you must tell me your name! I won't soon be forgetting you!

[immortalpoet]

[He is absolutely grimacing. Ugh. This feels like walking into some freak from the Backstreets.]

Why do you need to know.

[conchy]

Why else? We've much in common, so we should stay in contact!

[immortalpoet]

WHAT do we have in common.

[conchy]

A love of destruction...! Non, the need of it! We're birds of a feather, you and I!

[immortalpoet]

You got me wrong.

[His aura is so heavy it could probably break a bone by itself.]

You don't know me.

[conchy]

[How delightful. He can feel that heavy aura ebbing off the man, but that only further delights Lobelia.]

But I so désir to know you. It's alright if you won't open up willingly— I have methods of breaking through that coquille.

[immortalpoet]

[And here comes the problem - unfortunately, Vergilius is smart, and making a connection between the destruction of the shell and this man's reaction......responding to him by making threats of inflicting him pain may not actually be....the best way to go. Which is unfortunate, because he's used to that.]

[His eyes are still shining brightly, but he's letting out a gruff noise.]

Try your methods somewhere else. [And almost a little reluctant, because twisting this man in a pretzel really is so tempting.] I'm leaving.

[HE IS!!! TURNING TO GO!!! BYE PERVERT]

[conchy]

[Unfortunately, he would also love to be twisted up like a pretzel, but alas! This won't be the last he sees of Vergilius, he's sure, so Lobelia sees him off with a wave and a singsong farewell.]

Adieu, my friend!

[immortalpoet]

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