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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

[gravitys]

Oh yeah? What is it?

[ The song. Chuuya was looking at post cards, but he glances up when someone else speaks. He doesn't appear particularly concerned about Isumi. ]

[townmusician]

I think it was literally just called "Bled Dry." I couldn't read the band's name because their logo was...

[He's ESL. He can't read Metal Font™ all that well.

Also, he was kind of distracted when he was in Denmark.]

It just looked like a bunch of trees?

[gravitys]

Never heard the song before, and that doesn't sound familiar. [ SHRUGS. He's ESL as well, and doesn't really follow the music scene all that closely. He'll turn on the radio and listen to whatever, pretty much. ]

Kind of seems like a weird thing to sell, though. Don't these things usually play fishing songs or whatever? [ Having never experienced the desire to own a singing fish to hang on the wall, Chuuya isn't for sure on this. ]

[townmusician]

Really?

[He's not going to even attempt to think about multiple worlds and/or universes right now, because he's not that genre savvy just from watching some anime in his down time.]

I don't know, I think they usually play like... old music? I've just seen people like, fuck around with them and make them sound awful, though, or play meme songs.

[He's going to start another one.]

[gravitys]

I don't really know a lot of artists. [ Chuuya clarifies, shrugging. ] I just kind of listen to whatever.

[ Not against music, just...usually doesn't think about it that deeply. ]

But yeah, I thought it was all, like, random fishing songs or old school stuff.

[townmusician]

Really? You don't care? Weird.

[Honestly, kind of a wild thought to Haruka, but he's been in and around the music industry for a not-insignificant chunk of his life.]

I think fishing songs would probably be better then this... Not that there's anything wrong with metal or rock, but it feels a bit out of place...

[gravitys]

I think there's some pens and stuff if you want to make the fish look more metal?

[ NOT SURE what that would look like, and it's kind of a flippant suggestion anyway... ]

A lot of this shit feels out of place. Have you read the post card slogans? Even for greeting cards they feel obscure.

[townmusician]

[He’s seriously thinking about vandalizing the fish now…]

What about spikes? Do you think fish hooks would work?

[Gonna make these fish look metal as fuck.]

I thought the greeting cards were just kinda like - y’know. Those weird memes people make to make places seem all weird and spooky.

[gravitys]

Fish hooks like piercings?

[ IT WAS FLIPPANT, but he's kinda amused that the guy is taking the suggestion, so hey. ]

[townmusician]

Yeah, exactly!

[Listening, decorating the fish is probably better then panicking. He can panic later, once the dying starts.]

We’d need something to be chains, too… is there any jewelry here?

[It’s a gift shop, so there has to be cheap jewelry with tacky charms, right?]

[gravitys]

Some pretty tacky shit, but if we color it black it'll work probably?

[ Chuuya goes to look because apparently he's bored enough to accommodate this. ]

[townmusician]

Or it could be a new thing. Tackycore.

[Chuuya is now the best person on the island because he’s not a freak or a chuuni.]

[gravitys]

Hey, as long as I don't have to model it.

[ He brings over a bunch of cheap bracelets, though! ]

[townmusician]

[He’s going to take the bracelets and some fish hooks, and start stabbing the fish. He can use the bracelets to connect the hooks to each other, making “lip piercing chained to eyebrow piercing” look.

But on a faux fish.]

Ugh, me neither. Though it wouldn’t be the most annoying thing I’ve had to model.

[gravitys]

You're a model? [ That sounds Not Useful In A Fight, but hey. ]

[townmusician]

An idol, but modeling kind of goes hand in hand with it.

[Oh, he’s incredibly useless in a fight, just. Overall. It’s part of his charm.]

[gravitys]

Oh, I see. [ FILES HIM IN "USELESS IN A FIGHT" MENTALLY... ] Never followed that scene much.

[townmusician]

I would have figured that, with your whole “don’t care about music” thing.

[Chuuya also gives off the vibes of someone who probably wouldn’t follow male idols anyways, but maybe that’s just because he seems too cool…]

What do you do, then? You’re not actually a model, are you?

[gravitys]

I'm a company executive.

[ Leaves out the part where the company is the mafia, for now. ]

[townmusician]

[Oh, wow… That sounds so official, if incredibly vague.]

What kind of company?

[As he starts decorating another fish,]

[gravitys]

We sort of oversee a port area.

[ Shrugging. ]

Are you gonna do all of 'em?

[townmusician]

[Wow! That's sus as hell! Haruka is not going to dwell on that too deeply!]

Dunno. Probably not, because it's going to get boring sooner or later. Doesn't seem like there's a whole lot to do here besides like... beach stuff, though.

[gravitys]

[ It's fine!!!!! They're nowhere near where he works so he doesn't have to do any work here. Logic. ]

I'm pretty sure there'll be a catch somewhere.

[townmusician]

[FROWNS...]

Yeah, but... how bad could it be?

[🧍‍♂️]

[gravitys]

Dunno. Just watch your back, yeah?

[ Here, have some cheap makeup. For fish facepaint. ]