The WineGlass private beach resort stretched along a gently arcing curve of beach that made a sheltered bay in a secluded area of the beach net. Sparkling blue waters met glittering white sands that in turn transitioned into shady tropical trees that gave the hinted suggestion of hidden lagoons and beautiful natural walking trails.
The resort itself nestled in the central section of the bay's curve, a scattering of various amenities, cafes, restaurants, shops and other beach-side comforts, while it rose to luxurious private accommodations amidst the trees further inland. Between the main resort buildings and the beach itself, a sheltered area also housed several pools and spas set up to give good view of the beach and the bay without the worry of sand or tides.
Out on the bay, a number of small pleasure-craft drifted or sailed back and forth, chartered by vacationing navis while the beach itself was strewn with beach umbrellas, lounges, volleyball nets and marked areas for other beach games. There was a partition part way down the beach, with some signage on it that seemed to divide one area of relaxation from another, though one would need to get closer to read what the division was all about.
The resort was modestly busy with various navis enjoying the space, and the sun was out and shining bright on the mid-morning setting while a gentle breeze drifted from one end of the cove to another, just enough to refresh and rustle the leaves on the trees.
Delta would arrive at the designated co-ordinates on the southern end of the beach just at the edge of the resort grounds, directly by the entrance to one of the open-air cafes that the complex housed - the cafe looked to be unstaffed – likely menu purchases were delivered automatically and charged to resort customer accounts. This one appeared to be empty of morning guests, save for a single other navi quietly sipping a fruity-coloured drink as she looked out at the shoreline with her back to where Delta would arrive.
At first it might be easy to mistake her for a child navi – her form was slight and small, and her feet clearly didn't reach anywhere close to the ground from the high stool she was perched on; if she were standing, she'd be maybe three feet tall at best, barely reaching Delta's hip. Long rabbit-like ears that lay back in a relaxed state gave her a few more inches, if one were feeling generous. Height aside, she was covered in a very short, soft coat of pure white fur and a glance at her profile showed her face to bear other similarly lapin features. She was wearing a dark red swim-suit made of a side-hitch bikini bottom with a tailored back clasp for what looked very much like a small tufted rabbit tail, and a narrow chest band up top that, given her build, didn't have much it needed to support and was just there for modesty. A small pair of stylised wings were picked out in silver thread against the red fabric on either side of the back-hitch.
Given that the navi seemed to be the only person present at this particular cafe, and the likelihood that her small frame might match the voice he'd heard in the mission brief, it seemed reasonable to guess that this navi was probably Delta's client, though she didn't seem to have noticed him yet if he wanted to slip away and do any other recon before engaging with her.
The WineGlass Private Beach Resort
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((Log in from Electown))
Jogging to the meeting co-ordinates, Delta spotted the resort long before he reached it. As he entered the resort proper he couldn't help but note that things seemed quiet to himself. Coming to a stop just outside a cafe, Delta looked around. And then, as if not believing what he was seeing, looked around again. "Uh...Henry, this is supposed to be a resort, right?"
"I believe so, why?"
"This place is empty. Is it closed or something?" Delta happened to turn as he spoke, looking into the cafe for the first time, "Correction, there is one navi here. Might be our contact."
Delta stepped into the cafe, speaking up to catch the other navi's attention as he did so, "Hello?"
((Contacting unknown navi))
Jogging to the meeting co-ordinates, Delta spotted the resort long before he reached it. As he entered the resort proper he couldn't help but note that things seemed quiet to himself. Coming to a stop just outside a cafe, Delta looked around. And then, as if not believing what he was seeing, looked around again. "Uh...Henry, this is supposed to be a resort, right?"
"I believe so, why?"
"This place is empty. Is it closed or something?" Delta happened to turn as he spoke, looking into the cafe for the first time, "Correction, there is one navi here. Might be our contact."
Delta stepped into the cafe, speaking up to catch the other navi's attention as he did so, "Hello?"
((Contacting unknown navi))
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At the sound of Delta's voice talking to his operator, he might notice one of the other navi's lapin ears twitch slightly, though the rest of her posture remained unchanged. It wasn't until he deliberately spoke up and called out that the smaller navi twisted around on her bar stool and appraised Delta with a grin.
“Heya!” Her head tilted slightly as she looked him up and down with a quick glance then waved for him to come over and take a seat at her table. “Delta, right? Come on over, sit down. Have a drink, it's on me. They've got all sorts of things here, even ones that can simulate real alcohol for navis! Though maybe stay away from those if we're going to be working. I think I waaaaant...” Her finger traced over the digital menu on the table and something seemed to complain with a mild code-static protest as she selected a different brightly coloured fruit drink. Her voice certainly sounded like a match for the mission brief he'd received, which she confirmed a moment later.
“I'm Prosopopoeia... but folks who think I'm cute call me Prose.” Here she winked at him with a small giggle, then clapped as her drink appeared on the table in front of her with a small digital flourish. If Delta chose to look at the drink on offer at the bar, he'd find all manner of traditional beach-side affair – cocktails and mocktails, fruit drinks, harder drinks, all the way through to the always appropriate 'drink-served-in-coconut-with-umbella'. Whatever he picked, if he picked anything, would arrive a few moments later, just as Prose's drink had.
“So!” The bunny girl sipped her drink then stretched her arms above her head as though she were maybe thinking about getting to business. “You're after a support core, right? I can whip you up one of those no problem, but rules are rules, and I'm going to have to get your help with some stuff first. There're things I need to look into here and sort out, but there's a bunch of ancillary elements to it all, and you can help out in a bunch of different ways. Really just depends on the kind of work you're looking to do.” She took another sip of her drink and smirked again “And no, skiving off on the beach and chatting up cute navis up at the CO end of the resort isn't really an option.” She arched an eyebrow briefly. “Though if that's your thing we might have options. I'm guessing not though...” Her amused expression settle back to a relaxed calm. “So, what kind of mission were you hoping to do?”
The cafe they were in still remained devoid of morning drinkers, but the sounds of various other resort-goers enjoying the other facilities further along the beach was really enough to make work feel unappealing... Alas, Delta was still here to earn a reward after all. Maybe there would be some time for resort-side relaxing along the way.
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((Basically, feel free to let me know the kind of mission you'd like to do – if you want a more roleplay focused mission, dealing with NPCs socially, solving problems and the like, that's an option, as is a more combat or conflict focused one where you'll need to fight. It also doesn't need to be all one or the other; whatever inspires you and you think you'll find fun ^.^ ))
“Heya!” Her head tilted slightly as she looked him up and down with a quick glance then waved for him to come over and take a seat at her table. “Delta, right? Come on over, sit down. Have a drink, it's on me. They've got all sorts of things here, even ones that can simulate real alcohol for navis! Though maybe stay away from those if we're going to be working. I think I waaaaant...” Her finger traced over the digital menu on the table and something seemed to complain with a mild code-static protest as she selected a different brightly coloured fruit drink. Her voice certainly sounded like a match for the mission brief he'd received, which she confirmed a moment later.
“I'm Prosopopoeia... but folks who think I'm cute call me Prose.” Here she winked at him with a small giggle, then clapped as her drink appeared on the table in front of her with a small digital flourish. If Delta chose to look at the drink on offer at the bar, he'd find all manner of traditional beach-side affair – cocktails and mocktails, fruit drinks, harder drinks, all the way through to the always appropriate 'drink-served-in-coconut-with-umbella'. Whatever he picked, if he picked anything, would arrive a few moments later, just as Prose's drink had.
“So!” The bunny girl sipped her drink then stretched her arms above her head as though she were maybe thinking about getting to business. “You're after a support core, right? I can whip you up one of those no problem, but rules are rules, and I'm going to have to get your help with some stuff first. There're things I need to look into here and sort out, but there's a bunch of ancillary elements to it all, and you can help out in a bunch of different ways. Really just depends on the kind of work you're looking to do.” She took another sip of her drink and smirked again “And no, skiving off on the beach and chatting up cute navis up at the CO end of the resort isn't really an option.” She arched an eyebrow briefly. “Though if that's your thing we might have options. I'm guessing not though...” Her amused expression settle back to a relaxed calm. “So, what kind of mission were you hoping to do?”
The cafe they were in still remained devoid of morning drinkers, but the sounds of various other resort-goers enjoying the other facilities further along the beach was really enough to make work feel unappealing... Alas, Delta was still here to earn a reward after all. Maybe there would be some time for resort-side relaxing along the way.
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((Basically, feel free to let me know the kind of mission you'd like to do – if you want a more roleplay focused mission, dealing with NPCs socially, solving problems and the like, that's an option, as is a more combat or conflict focused one where you'll need to fight. It also doesn't need to be all one or the other; whatever inspires you and you think you'll find fun ^.^ ))
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((I think that I'll go more for combat than roleplay here.))
"...The profile brief mentioned scouting and viral containment. I should be able to handle myself well enough for either task, but containment sounds more interesting at the moment." Delta chose to remain standing; after all, it seemed that he was about to have work to do.
Continuing on the subject of containment, "Any sign that the viruses are part of a coordinated effort?" Delta doubted that this was the case if the containment work was centered on an operating resort, but it was possible. Either way, Delta had no problems helping to get and keep the situation under control.
((Mods call on whether this is coordinated, whether Prose thinks that this is coordinated, and what exactly attackers would be trying to do.))
"...The profile brief mentioned scouting and viral containment. I should be able to handle myself well enough for either task, but containment sounds more interesting at the moment." Delta chose to remain standing; after all, it seemed that he was about to have work to do.
Continuing on the subject of containment, "Any sign that the viruses are part of a coordinated effort?" Delta doubted that this was the case if the containment work was centered on an operating resort, but it was possible. Either way, Delta had no problems helping to get and keep the situation under control.
((Mods call on whether this is coordinated, whether Prose thinks that this is coordinated, and what exactly attackers would be trying to do.))