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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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[immortalpoet]

I see.

[He's folding his arms now, but not before noticing his sword resting in the sands beside where he was. He pulls it out.]

What was the last thing you remember before waking up?

[gravitys]

Scent of a sea breeze...and a jolt of electricity.

[ A shrug. ]

You?

[immortalpoet]

Hm. Same.

[A grumble.]

Maybe someone's idea of a bad joke. I'm not finding it funny.

[gravitys]

Ugh. There's way too many people who think they have a sense of humor...

[immortalpoet]

Tell me about it.

[A glance over to him.]

Who are you, anyways?

[gravitys]

Chuuya. You?

[immortalpoet]

Vergilius.

[Another glance around.]

What do you do, Chuuya? Are you a Fixer?

[gravitys]

[ Unsure if he means like a mafia fixer... ]

I'm an exec.

[immortalpoet]

[A light tilt of the head.]

Which Association?

[gravitys]

[ Eyebrows lift. ]

You ain't gonna offer yours first?

[immortalpoet]

[As if he is tiredly reminding a kid that candy is bad for your teeth:]

I'm a Color. I don't work for one.

[gravitys]

Gotcha. [ Not really, but: ] I don't think we're in the same line of work.

[immortalpoet]

...How so?

[explain, sir]

[gravitys]

A lot of those terms didn't mean much to me.

[immortalpoet]

...

[Great.]

Let me guess. You're not from the City, either.

[gravitys]

Which city?

[immortalpoet]

[KIND OF JUST STARING BECAUSE IT'S JUST THE CITY, MAN]

[gravitys]

...You don't gotta say if you don't want to?

[ IT'S FINE? ]

[immortalpoet]

That's the name, Chuuya.

[gravitys]

Oh.

[ WELL THEN ]

Never heard of it.

[immortalpoet]

...Hrm.

[Bad.]

Anyways. That's a headache and a half.

[gravitys]

This entire place is made of headaches.

[immortalpoet]

But you've only been here a few minutes?

[Heh.]

Anyways. Might as well see what this is about. The sooner I can rip out the root, the better.

[gravitys]

If you figure out how to do that, let me know.

[ But Chuuya's raring to go explore himself, so... ]

[immortalpoet]

[Looking him up and down...]

What's your skillset?