ENDGAME GROUP 2: The most tragic place on earth (Log 1)

[keyofimagination]

[Thanks to Hades’ help, group 2 suddenly arrives in Main Street, or… what was Main Street. Now it’s a desolate wasteland barely masquerading as a cheerful theme park. You are outside the ticket gate right now, but from the gray sky and a sign proudly displaying: “Dismaland: Bemusement Park”, it wouldn’t take much to remember that the villains have a hold on the pocket dimension now.

Rod, meanwhile, is holding a bag, looking as determined as ever.]

First of all, I'm going to come forward in saying that we have to be careful about this mission, and we have to make sure we aren’t seen. If Hades is right, the moment either Bill or Randy know we’re here, it’s all over for us. As such I took the liberty of going through the hotel’s coat check to find some disguises.

[He drops a bag on the floor and out spill tacky Hawaiian t-shirts, sunglasses, and really tacky straw hats. Rod is already quickly putting on a t shirt and pair of sunglasses.]

If you have any questions I’d suggest you ask them now. If there is any chance of us separating I don’t want anyone ending up lost in the dark while we explore.

(ooc: This is the first group 2 log!)

Comments

[sixfingeredstan]

[...oh right. Fiddleford read all of that, didn't he.

Ford's shoulders slump, and he mutters:]

You do make a good point.

[darnsitall]

You clearly don't need him anymore, though! You've found someone better!

[Fiddleford is man of the year compared to a reality warping dorito]

[sixfingeredstan]

I need Bill like I need a bullet in my brain.

[Giving his husband's hand a squeeze.]

There's no competition, really.

[darnsitall]

[dat's gay]

[terribibble]

[❤]

[lusito]

[wow get a room guys]

[darnsitall]

[NO LET THEM SMOOCH]

[lusito]

[If they do, do you want us to take a picture to save for you.]

[darnsitall]

[HELL YES]

[terribibble]

[Yeah, he did, and he didn't pick up on all the gay at the time but boy howdy looking back? There was a lot of gay.]

Look. Whatever he does if he shows up -- if he shows up -- it's fine. We've all seen Hell these past months. No one's got any right to judge at this point I figure.

[He squeezes Ford's hand. The one Stan's not holding.]

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford breathes out a sigh through his nose, and nods.]

That's right. You're right. It's going to be fine.

[terribibble]

Mhmm.

[Now to look around this bullshit hellhole. Don't like it, no sir.]

Y'know the odd thing is none of these look like what he looked like when... When I... [He raises a hand to rub at one temple. It's in there, it's just... it's bad. It was buried real deep, and it doesn't like coming back up.] Y'know.

[sixfingeredstan]

[mmMMmmMMm

Ford frowns, glances around, and wishes for the umpteenth time that he could have kept Fiddleford from ever going near that damn portal.]

I think he's putting forth a more...palatable facade for the general public.

[terribibble]

[He makes an unimpressed face at one of the funko pops.]

Don't like the eye. Really don't like it.

[The pure black dot? It's really, really creepy. It's like it can see right into him and past him to something he doesn't like the implications of.]

[sixfingeredstan]

Nor do I.

[He glances over at Sally.]

She thinks it's 'cute'.

[terribibble]

[Yeah well she's a creepy ragdoll woman apparently, so.]

Won't think it's cute when it's splittin' open and there's about a thousand rows of teeth in there.

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ha. Hahaha.

Subject change? Subject change! Ford squeezes his husband's hand again, reassuringly.]

Shall we investigate more of this nonsense merchandise?

[terribibble]

Guess we probably should.

[He doesn't really want to? But on the other hand, the things you want to look at least are often the most important. Like that pile of lion skins, for example.]

Think I oughta have my banjo ready?

[sixfingeredstan]

Maybe keep a hand on her. Just in case.

[He especially doesn't trust all those damned cameras.

He moves a few feet and then stops stock still, staring at—]

Please tell me those aren't—

[sex toys????\

[terribibble]

[keywords relevant]

I... I think they are.

He really has got a pretty high opinion of himself, huh?

[Hey he really hates this]

[sixfingeredstan]

[He might throw up.]

You have no idea. He—

[Oh god there are even butt plugs]

Children come here!

[terribibble]

[That's literally the worst shape for a buttplug it's too wide and pointy

Not that he'd know anything about buttplug design practically but he's an engineer okay he thinks about these things]

... At least they don't also have the eyes on 'em?

[darthfanboy]

[...picks one up. stares at.]

I can hardly imagine anyone wanting to use something of this color.

[sixfingeredstan]

[Glances over—]

Yellow? It's not ideal, but...not the worst, is it?

[darthfanboy]

Sarah would most certainly object to -

[...]

You appearance is familiar.