You came to Pleasure Island on your own. By means of the cruise ship on which you
worked. Your boat had docked on the island for the passengers to stay for a few
weeks and, as an early Cristmas present, Captain Hallor allowed the crew to take a
break as well. You went to the island's main building to check in.
"Mr. Joel Fleetwood?" the attendant asks.
"Yes, ma'am," you reply,"I booked a single room ahead of time. Should be...room 422A
I believe."
"Yes, sir, that is correct. Matt here will show you to your room."
As she said this, a strange thing happened. The bellhop walking out of the room
behind her was an anthromorphic tabby cat. He wore the red uniform and hat with
holes for his ears and tail.
"Right, guv," he said with a slight British accent,"I'll show you to your room, then." He
grabbed your bags and headed for the elevator. You however, simply stood staring in
amazement. "You comin'?" he asked, jolting you from your stupor.
"Oh, sorry, I just wasn't expecting a, uh..."
"A cat?"
"Well, no, actually."
"Well, mate, this here's Pleasure Island. While the main objective is to make you
happy, the island don't really care how; just does what it thinks you'll like."
"You mean the island has a mind of its own?!"
"Yessir, that's how all the transformations happen. The island is imbued with an
ancient sort of magic, very tricky. Don't be surprised if it happens to you. But don't
worry, all changes wear off after you leave. Right, then, shall we get to your room?"
You followed Matt into the elevator, checking to see what floor you were on. Of
course, it was the fourth floor. The whole way up, you spoke with and got to know your
bellhop. The two of you became fast friends. You also learned that the island was
divided into multiple sections, each with its own theme.
"Tell you what," Matt said,"I get off in an hour. Why don't I show you around. Should
be fun. After all, I never get to enjoy the rest of the island."
"Sounds great!" you agree.
Inside the room, you set down your bags and turn on the lights. The room is amazing.
It was designed to look like a section of forest with live trees and grass for carpet. The
light came from softly glowing blue crystals in each corner. The bed was a mound of
springy moss with only a sheet to keep you from getting dirty. Apparently no blankets
were needed as the tree next to the bed contained a fireplace. The bathroom was set
up like a cavern with a running stream as the water source for the shower, sink, and
toilet. A TV and computer were provided in a corner, but they looked as though they
hadn't been used in a long time.
"Guess there's so much to do on the island," you wonder aloud.
After a while, a knock on your door let you know Matt was here. You opened the door
to find him clothesless and holding a guidebook. He walked in and sat down on the
bed as if nothing was strange with this.
"Uh, Matt?"
"Yeah, Joel?"
"Is there any particular reason why you're naked?"
"Oh, sorry, not used to wearing clothes outside of work. If it bothers you, I'll put
something on."
"No, no, that's fine, just making sure you were all right."
"Huh, thanks. Now, I've marked a couple of the more interesting places on the island.
So take a look and tell me where you want to go."