[color=#85c885][u][h3]Dustin[/h3][/u][/color]
Hawaii, or at least the parts he saw of it online, was a pretty nice place. Lots of greenery, beautiful hiking trails, and some nice beaches if he could find one that wasn't blanketed top to bottom in other tourists. He wasn't one for beaches anyway, he supposed, but it's not like he couldn't spend his time poking around the literal Jurassic Park, or figurative, he supposed, since he had his eye on a hiking trail that involved a waterfall you could swim in instead of a hiking trail that was actually in the background of a Jurassic Park film.

In any case, the flight and subsequent ride over to the hotel went smoothly, and after checking in and dropping his things off, he was left to consider what to do given that the weather wasn't cooperating. That's when he noticed a note left on his hotel bed with four simple words in all caps:

[center][b]GO TO THE BALLROOM[/b][/center]

It didn't have anything else on it, but when he took the note and confronted the staff at the front desk about it, they didn't seem to know anything, other than that he wasn't the first to bring it up. They even called over the worker who prepared the room, and he claimed there was a request to leave the notes there by the person who booked the room. The receptionist reluctantly dismissed the worker before revealing that his room and the ballroom was booked by someone simply named "Doru", which was odd given the lack of surname. That being said, besides a banquet, they declined any other services, and there was a strange lack of contact information in their system. She then told Dustin that if he happened to meet this Doru person, that he should tell them to talk to the staff in case he got locked out of their own room, assuming they were also staying at the hotel.

Dustin knew by now his trip to Hawaii had nothing to do with card games, but it was rather puzzling what someone would have to gain from inviting people on an all-expenses-paid trip to Hawaii. Worst case scenario he'd have to pay his own way, but he was prepared for that at least with an airbnb listing that was much cheaper than this fancy hotel.

In any case, he put his headphones in to listen to music while googling for eccentric millionaires that used the alias "Doru" and split-screening a mobile roguelike deckbuilder. He plugged his phone into the power bank in his pocket since he didn't know how much of his time his host would ask for, and his phone had a habit of tapping out on him when he starts to do too many things on it at once. Speaking of, his google searches, while not yielding any results related to a Doru person, did lead him down a greek mythology rabbit hole, and it was easier to 'read' it by tossing it into a text to speech program, thereby freeing up the split screen so he could pull up another game to play at the same time.

When he arrived at the ballroom, he found it mostly empty beyond some other people standing around, all roughly his own age, talking (if not outright flirting) with each other, and a largely untouched banquet with a big fat "FREE" label all over it. Not sure what to make of it, he stood at the entrance for a while, mainly trying to gauge the intentions of their host given the age range of the people involved, until another person walked in; a girl roughly his age with creamy blonde hair. He put his phone away, not because he couldn't have an active role in a conversation while playing two games and parsing two other streams of dialogue, but because most people considered it rude to do so.

[color=#85c885]"You get a note on your bed with only four words on it too?"[/color]

He let her reply before asking her the obvious question. [color=#85c885]"Any ideas why someone would invite a bunch of teenagers to Hawaii?"[/color]

[@Rune_Alchemist]