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

[angelgoatdemon]

[...He's gonna put on the sunglasses and hat]

Is this really going to work?

[keyofimagination]

[he’s dabbing far too much sunscreen on his greyscale-ass face]

It’s better than walking in undisguised.

[negaverse]

I'd rather die than wear that tacky shit.

[sixfingeredstan]

[If you thought Ford Pines was too serious and ~intense~ a person for disguises, you thought wrong. He puts on the sunglasses, the hat, and the ugliest shirt he's ever seen.]

What are you offering by way of psychic defenses? I know Bill, and I know he won't hesitate to try and get into our heads.

[darnsitall]

[Honestly? A lot of this is Sally's #aesthetic. She points excitedly at a... whatever the heck that is.]

Oooh, look over there!

[keyofimagination]

I can take either option.

[forgottenfounder]

[Like this is the first time Oswald's worn a disguise? He's putting a straw hat and a tacky Hawaiian shirt on.]

So we're going in as tourists? Not the way I thought we'd end up fighting him, but I can work with it.

[sixfingeredstan]

...Remind me to get a sketch of that on the way out.

[HE WANTS ONE.]

[keyofimagination]

Isn’t it true that he has to make a deal with you in order to possess you?

[keyofimagination]

...it’s garbage, people.

[sixfingeredstan]

Yes, but Bill's definition of a 'deal' is lose. Not to mention he's been known to cause psychological chaos at large.

[Weirdness bubbles. Bleurgh.]

[keyofimagination]

I figured it’d be more inconspicuous to enter as guests than bust down the front gate screaming “bloody murder”.

[darnsitall]

[Rod you're talking to a zombie made of scrap fabric and dead leaves.]

Well, I think it's quaint!

[negaverse]

It's..... absolutely beautiful.

[keyofimagination]

I suppose I hadn’t prepared for that. In any case, I think he might be a bit too distracted with...all of this to grant us his personal attention at the moment.

[keyofimagination]

That’s not a functional bench.

[bestchefinparis]

I think I'm already pretty good at staying unseen.

[Do you even have tiny sunglasses anywhere?]

[sixfingeredstan]

I hope you're right, Serling.

[forgottenfounder]

Guess Negaduck will have to be disappointed for a while.

[He snaps open a pair of sunglasses, putting them on.]

C'mon, let's go see what this "Dismaland" has to offer.

[darnsitall]

Sure it is! You can sit right there on the edge!

[keyofimagination]

[He points at whatever the hell that thing is.]

What would you call that, then? That’s not a functional waterslide.

[keyofimagination]

...Please don’t call me that.

[sixfingeredstan]

...Certainly. Rod it is.

[¯\_(ツ)_/¯]

[keyofimagination]

Right.

[He walks up to the ticket booth, not even looking at the cashier.]

Uh. Group package of Dismaland tickets. Please.

[darnsitall]

Not with that attitude.