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

[lusito]

There's only one way to find out, isn't there?

[After you, Miss Sally.]

[darnsitall]

[Aren't you a gentleman :)]

Let's go!

[lusito]

[Off we go! What have we got here?]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[It largely seems to be unsold merchandise.There are one or two attendants roaming around back here, both clad in Bill uniforms.]

[lusito]

[Unsold Merchandise? Like what, exactly?]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Bill sweatshirts, socks, not-safe-for-work toys.]

[darnsitall]

[Guess who's holding up one of those latter ones.]

What... is it?

[grimgrinningghosts]

[its a fucking bill cipher strapon, sally]

[lusito]

... I think maybe we'd best put that back where we got it.

[Maybe burn everything in this room, too.]