The Getaway Island had always been known for being home to the best seaside resort in the world; the Seaside Shanties Getaway. The island itself was named after the resort. Owned by Darren Delloro, internationally known billionaire and entrepreneur. The Getaway itself didn't cost much to stay at, surprisingly. This was because the Island kept itself in decent shape and was fueled with the contentment of its inhabitants. This meant that the actual cost of living was much lower than most resorts in the world at only $50 per person a week. Most importantly though, the weather is always perfect. That includes today.
Please enjoy your stay at the Seaside Shanties Getaway resort! Contact a staff member if you have any questions or special requests.
There wasn't a cloud in the sky. There were, however, dolphins leaping along beside the boat as it sailed closer to the island. This island was the Getaway Island, known for its intoxicating views and luxurious beaches. The boat slowly slid across the water, the path it cut perfectly straight and clean like a knife through butter. The dock was approached quickly. As the boat's captain threw the ropes, a voice echoed from the dock. "Ah! New guests! Welcome, My name is Darren Delloro! I'm the owner of the Getaway Island, which I hope you all know the reputation of. Here at the Getaway, we pride ourselves in service and are able to offer only the best for each and every one of you. Speaking of which, may I confirm your names and answer any questions you might have?" Darren spoke as the boat's crew unloaded passengers and luggage- if any.
Endolin Marx allowed themself to be ushered off the boat first; they had been near the ladder that led down to the ground so it was only logic that called for them being the first off. They listened as Darren spoke before stepping up to introduce themself. "I'm Endolin. Endolin Marx. I did have a few questions, but most important is: what about our rooms?" They spoke with confidence. "Also, do you have a library?" Priorities, Endolin. That's what Father would say. It's what Father and Headmaster Arvent would say. Endolin's spirits sank just a hint as they thought again about their father. It wasn't that their father was a bad man, but their father still sometimes tried to control every little aspect of Endolin's life- he was getting better with it as Endolin got older though. As Endolin felt the sudden rush of displeasure, the plants nearby wilted. But they quickly returned to health as Darren's words brought their spirits back up.
Darren smiled at Endolin, checking off a name on his clipboard. "We do not currently have a library, but one could be constructed easily if you wanted to design one for us. As for your rooms, my staff will direct you to your specifically designed rooms. Each is tailored to your tastes. For example, Endolin, yours might appear as a library if that's where you feel most at ease. You can change the design at will if you get bored with it or find the room is missing something. No rooms here are identical." He paused, scanning over the rest of the guests. "How about the rest of you? Names? Questions?"
Please enjoy your stay at the Seaside Shanties Getaway resort! Contact a staff member if you have any questions or special requests.
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There wasn't a cloud in the sky. There were, however, dolphins leaping along beside the boat as it sailed closer to the island. This island was the Getaway Island, known for its intoxicating views and luxurious beaches. The boat slowly slid across the water, the path it cut perfectly straight and clean like a knife through butter. The dock was approached quickly. As the boat's captain threw the ropes, a voice echoed from the dock. "Ah! New guests! Welcome, My name is Darren Delloro! I'm the owner of the Getaway Island, which I hope you all know the reputation of. Here at the Getaway, we pride ourselves in service and are able to offer only the best for each and every one of you. Speaking of which, may I confirm your names and answer any questions you might have?" Darren spoke as the boat's crew unloaded passengers and luggage- if any.
Endolin Marx allowed themself to be ushered off the boat first; they had been near the ladder that led down to the ground so it was only logic that called for them being the first off. They listened as Darren spoke before stepping up to introduce themself. "I'm Endolin. Endolin Marx. I did have a few questions, but most important is: what about our rooms?" They spoke with confidence. "Also, do you have a library?" Priorities, Endolin. That's what Father would say. It's what Father and Headmaster Arvent would say. Endolin's spirits sank just a hint as they thought again about their father. It wasn't that their father was a bad man, but their father still sometimes tried to control every little aspect of Endolin's life- he was getting better with it as Endolin got older though. As Endolin felt the sudden rush of displeasure, the plants nearby wilted. But they quickly returned to health as Darren's words brought their spirits back up.
Darren smiled at Endolin, checking off a name on his clipboard. "We do not currently have a library, but one could be constructed easily if you wanted to design one for us. As for your rooms, my staff will direct you to your specifically designed rooms. Each is tailored to your tastes. For example, Endolin, yours might appear as a library if that's where you feel most at ease. You can change the design at will if you get bored with it or find the room is missing something. No rooms here are identical." He paused, scanning over the rest of the guests. "How about the rest of you? Names? Questions?"
