ADVENTURE IS OUT THERE...

[pleasureislanders]

The first thing you notice upon gaining consciousness is the smell. The air smells musty and woody, like the back corner of some forgotten tourist trap. As you stir yourself awake, you find yourself in a wicker bed with a soft sheet draped over you. The room’s walls are wood-paneled, and a nearby desk displays a digital clock reading “9 AM”. A singular potted plant provides the barest amount of decoration--though, the exact plant species differs between rooms. A note written in flowing cursive has been taped to your door.

MEETING IN THE LOBBY AT NOON
- G ♥
As you make your way out of your room, you’ll find yourself on a balcony overlooking a octagonal lobby below. Various artifacts and trophies decorate the club from top to bottom, cluttering the walls and any available surface. From here, you can clearly see that the marble floor of the lobby is decorated to look like a compass. Descending the stairs will reveal that, in addition to the artifacts mounted on the walls, several plaques have been put up detailing the lives of those trapped here--including you.

If you peer out the windows, you’ll see a tropical island sprawled out before you, overgrown with palm trees and shrubs. If you peer far enough above the treeline, you might even be able to see the ocean. No matter how hard you try, the front door is sealed shut and the windows seem impossible to break.

You've got until noon 'til the meeting happens. For now...enjoy the club, if you can.

[ OOC: Welcome to the Adventurers Club! We're so excited to have you here. This is the intro log--feel free to mingle on this post to your hearts content. At 6 PM EST, we'll be introducing the host! If you have any questions, feel free to direct them to the mods. ]

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Comments

[dannydorito]

[Bill just squints for a second.]

OH HEY, my mistake! There was someone in here earlier who JUST matches that description, dunno how I could've mixed the two of you up. What can I get for you Tommy?

[crudeforaguylikeyou]

It's Cecil.

[Pronounced Seh-sil.]

I'll kindly ask that you remember it, unless this is some kind of traditional barkeep banter; then by all means, continue.

[He takes a seat at the bar with a heft of weariness.]

A scotch for me, barkeep. On the rocks. It's a scotch day.

[dannydorito]

Tomathan, got it.

[It's. Certainly some kind of banter, probably.]

[But Bill produces a small glass of ice and amber colored liquid, setting it down on the bar.]

Fresh out of rocks, sorry. Sure do hope ice is okay.

[As Cecil takes a sip, though, that sure is water and maple syrup in a glass.]

[crudeforaguylikeyou]

Ha-ha, yes. Very funny.

[He couldn't be less convincing. God, he needs this drink.]

You're a seasoned professional, you've got the sleaze for it - mind if I lay my troubles on you? That's a staple of this 'barfly' thing, isn't it?

[dannydorito]

Lay away, Tommy! I can certainly tell you attract a lot of personal troubles.

[crudeforaguylikeyou]

Thank you, Barkeep.

[Exhale, then sip.]

You know - I could handle this whole 'dubiously motivated kidnapping' thing if they hadn't dragged my brother into it too.

[Big contempt on the 'brother'.]

No one else got dragged here with their sibling! I checked! It's just me! It's just Cecil, the Sideshow Brother to Sideshow Bob. Don't you think I could have something - a small little hostage venture - just to myself? Is that too much to ask?

[Big sip.]

Who knew his shadow could persist to the depths of the Tiki Room.

[dannydorito]

Ha! Brothers are the worst. Sure, they SAY family's the most important, and maybe they'll stick to that for what, five minutes? Long enough to tag-team some common enemy, but sooner or later it's back to correcting grammar and acting all high and mighty and superior and outsmarting yourself trying to lord over your stupid only-five-fingers-having "brother," just you watch.

[He is pouring another drink for the both of them.]

[crudeforaguylikeyou]

You feel my pain, barkeep.

[He's not sure what's up with the finger thing, but it's this kind of common ground and 'empathy' that's the backbone of liquor-stained dives. He's starting to get the appeal of this.]

At least I had the luxury of being the one to feign fraternity before the inevitable backstabbing this time around. Small victories.

[And he'll cheers to that. 'Bro'.]

[dannydorito]

[It might be a metaphor, might be Bill projecting super hard, it's fine.]

Hey, all the better to make an unexpected first strike, am I right? Ten bucks -of someone else's money, mind- says he's planning something he thinks you won't see coming.