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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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[mysticpowerbroker]

[ Critical hit! How will he ever live now?! Nah, he'll be fine.

Merlin even makes a showing of harrumphing at all of that. ]

You're unbelievable! You haven't even seen what it looks like just yet.

How big is this skydom supposed to be anyway, huh?!

[ Pointing at Lobelia like he's the strange one here. ]

[conchy]

[What an amusing jester! If Merlin is squealing this much now, Lobelia can only imagine what fun he'd be on the receiving end of his audiomancy.]

The Skydom is vast! Impossibly so! And powers like mine can even cross universes, I'll have you know. How many magiciens can claim to do the same?

[mysticpowerbroker]

[ ...Speaking of dramatic posturing (and yelling), he strikes a far more confident pose here, though he manages to give a small huff in the face of all this. ]

Hmph, don't even think you can compare yourself to a grand magician who stands above all others. What I can do can't be measured in mere words!

It's beyond comparable! Not to mention, I've never seen or heard of this Skydom. I'll believe it when I see it!

[ For all he knows it's just a small piece of landing floating in the sky. ]

[conchy]

Dear me... We have a saying back home: Grand diseux, petit faiseux. Just as you can't conceive of the vastness of the Skydom, I'll believe you're as grand as you say when you prove it.

[And he very much doubts Merlin will, but he'd be delighted to see some truth behind his words— particularly if these supposed powers of his can be of some use to them here.]

[mysticpowerbroker]

[ Merlin places a hand on his chest, ever-so-theatrically. ]

Oh please! Your sayings are as full of it as you are, I'm sure.

But! I suppose we are at an impasse. Even if I'm already sure you can't match my greatness in the slightest.

Though, I'll have the opportunity to prove it at some point. Can you say the same about yourself?

[ He says with glowing enthusiasm, but also leveraging a challenge. As if he doesn't have a single bit of true curiosity, though he does. ]

[conchy]

Bien sûr! Are you so simple as to think I'd pass up on the opportunity?

[HE'S GONNA PROVE HIMSELF ALL OVER YOUR COCKY FACE, MERLIN,]

Don't forget that we're sharing this opportunity! I do hope you'll make the most of it and become a spectacle divertissant for us all to enjoy.

[mysticpowerbroker]

[ OH YEAH?? HE'LL BE READY FOR YOU, BUDDY!!! ]

Hmmm, and here I was wondering if you might have backed down at the idea of going against a splendid mage such as myself~!

Very well. I'll be looking forward to you trying and failing to match my splendor.

When the time comes I hope you're actually prepared to be amazed!

[ He makes an over-the-top single, yet flourishing gesture with a single hand, striking also another pose because he can't help being extra. Then he's turning away, cloak billowing, and soon enough, he's gone. ]