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grimgrinningghosts) wrote in foolishmortals2018-06-05 10:19 am
WEEK 1
[Well... That sure did happen. After Swackhammer is done ranting about his terrible group of hostages, everyone is free to explore the surrounding area. But true to his word, it still seems to be heavily under construction, and any areas not on the map are surrounded by giant walls. Have fun with your two small areas of Moron Mountain (just be thankful you have clean underwear).
You don't seem to be entirely alone in this park either, as you will find one other employee if you search Swackhammer Avenue well enough.
Not exactly the most populated park, huh?
But hey, you can exit the park at least! Except the only thing they'll find is a seedy hotel in the dense fog. After searching, most people will come to realize that this is your living quarters, what with the bios that line the front wall. But hey at least you know you have food beyond hot dogs and smoothies!
Have fun, little toons! There are surly wacky adventures that await you.]
26 guests remain
[MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY FRIDAY SATURDAY]
{OOC: Welcome to NonDisney's Foolish Mortals! As per usual, there will be no murders committed on the first week! (I mean... not case murders, I'm not sure I trust this disaster cast) If you want to investigate, please put up an INVESTIGATION note in the top level, and put up the name of the NPC you want to communicate there as well if you'd like to do that! Hope you enjoy your stay everyone ;)
You don't seem to be entirely alone in this park either, as you will find one other employee if you search Swackhammer Avenue well enough.
Not exactly the most populated park, huh?
But hey, you can exit the park at least! Except the only thing they'll find is a seedy hotel in the dense fog. After searching, most people will come to realize that this is your living quarters, what with the bios that line the front wall. But hey at least you know you have food beyond hot dogs and smoothies!
Have fun, little toons! There are surly wacky adventures that await you.]
[MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY FRIDAY SATURDAY]
{OOC: Welcome to NonDisney's Foolish Mortals! As per usual, there will be no murders committed on the first week! (I mean... not case murders, I'm not sure I trust this disaster cast) If you want to investigate, please put up an INVESTIGATION note in the top level, and put up the name of the NPC you want to communicate there as well if you'd like to do that! Hope you enjoy your stay everyone ;)
MONDAY
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He sticks his head out of the store and yells:]
GUYS! FREE STUFF!!
[Later, Gandhi can be found at the basketball court showing off his mad skills. Still wearing his rental tux from prom night, he dribbles a ball down the court while taking to him.]
Here he comes, charging down the court, past the opposing defense, he shoots--!!
[Gandhi tosses the ball at the net, then turns with his arms up.]
Nothin' but net.
[The ball misses the net entirely.]
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She doesn't spend much time investigating the hotel itself; she's not trapped there, so it's not at the top of her priority list right now.
Going directly outside, she tries to map out a path through the fog, which, after a (admittedly embarrassing) number of attempts she realizes that she's just going around in circles, and that this wouldn't be a viable option.
She goes down Swackhammer Avenue, the street being something she's completely, conceptually, unfamiliar with. It's pretty daunting, but she's trying to keep her cool whilst scoping it out, looking for, well, pretty much any openings like exploitable sewer grates or any hint at a way out of here. The shops do take some of her interest, and she pauses in front of them as she walks past.
She proceeds to Sportsland, in all it's depressing glory. Passing the basketball court, she squints at the sign. "Meet Michael"? Who was this Michael? What was so special about him? What did they do with him?]
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Bojack situates himself where the food is, because comfort eating is the most effective coping mechanism right now. His vices veer more toward sweet foods, but he's packing it in at a pace he will most certainly regret.
He approaches Michael's autograph stand curiously, eager to find someone else who is relevant and real. He rolls his eyes when he finds that it's unoccupied.]
Typical.
[Bojack makes his way to the seedy hotel, ready to sleep off 50 odd hot dogs. Of course his bio catches his eye and of course he reads it, with eager interest until he finds something he objects to.]
Contentious behaviour!?
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No Oompa Loompas, here. No factory. Nothing but a bunch of strangers, half of them animals, several of them children, and he still has no heir to the factory, and those children he left behind in the factory are probably eating every last crumb of his beautiful candy rooms, and their parents are probably preparing so many lawsuits,
Its enough to drive a man mad.
Wonka finds himself searching the shops for a candy store, to drown his sorrows. You may find him in the aisles of one of the stores, sitting on the floor surrounded by Swackhammer-themed candy wrappers, chewing mournfully on a Swackhammer-shaped chunk of chocolate.]
It's not as good as mine.
[Later, he'll be perusing the bios, initially grinning as he reads over his own- until he reaches the last paragraph.]
"Cruel"? Really, now?
[He doesn't sound indignant exactly, more... surprised.]
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INVESTIGATION
[If you catch her in the kitchen, it's also possible to find her inspecting a large kitchen knife, nodding approvingly, and sticking it through an official Moron Mountain(tm) belt pilfered from the souvenir shop.]
[Otherwise, she's carefully inspecting the bios in the lobby, looking over each of them in turn.]
[Sooner or later, a handwritten note appears tacked up next to hers:]
What Is A Huntress?
A lot of people here haven't heard of the Huntsmen and Huntresses. So I wrote this to explain for everyone!
Where I come from, the greatest threat to humanity are the Grimm, monsters that attack humanity on instinct and are drawn to negative emotions.
The Huntsmen and Huntresses are specially trained warriors who fight the Grimm and protect humanity. They can also be hired for work too dangerous for civilians or normal soldiers, but fighting the Grimm is their primary duty.
Prospective Huntsmen and Huntresses usually begin training at one of four specialized academies at seventeen, but many people begin preparatory combat and weapons training at younger ages.
They do not hunt normal animals.
Unless they need to for food, I guess.
I hope this helps!!
--Penny
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...raccoons eat bears? They're a way more dangerous invasive species than I thought...
[Later, she can be seen sitting on a bench beside the hot dog stand slowly reading her copy of the Space Jam novelization.]
So did this actually happen here...?
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Until he finds the music button on his own, anyway.
Immediately, his scowl returns, though the expression it brings to his face is more dubious than outright peeved. At first, anyway. With each passing line, he looks more and more like he's trying to decide if he feels insulted or not, and in the end he makes up to the phrase mankind's truest friend before he comes to a decision.
He's learned his lesson from his bus-punching experiences, but he can't resist the urge to give his profile an aggravated whack with the side of his fist. Unfortunately, all this accomplishes is hitting the musical button a second time, restarting the song and prolonging his torment.]
Will this mockery never stop?
[Later on in the day, after poking around the area available to roam, you can catch him at the smoothie stand, where he is apparently fighting with his new skill crane hand in an attempt to make it perform incredibly difficult tasks such as "picking up objects" and "exercising fine motor skills". Really. That's the only reason he's procured a large drink, honest.]
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TUESDAY
INVESTIGATION
For most of Tuesday, Zhu Li slips away from the group and walks around the shops, stopping in front of the displays and noting what she finds. If it's something they don't have in her world, she'll take it off the shelf and look it over before returning it to its spot. Repeat, steal the ideas when she returns to Republic City.
She takes some oversized Moron Mountain shirts and a pair of hideous basketball shoes.
Later on, she returns to the basketball court wearing her regular outfit and basketball shoes to practice with the ball. Namely, by copying the dribbling technique she saw Ghandi use since that was one thing he didn't fail at. She begins bouncing the ball while standing, getting a feel for its weight and elasticity. After twenty minutes, she moves to walking across the court.]
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And for that, they just have to not kill anyone.
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First step towards ruining Swackhammer's plans: get the rest to play along with her. That's why she's attaching a poster made with bedsheet, as an extra 'screw you' to Swackhammer. Look how she defaced this fabric, does that annoy you? She sure hopes so.
'REBEL AGAINST EVIL! DON'T KILL!
That'll do. Anything to make Swackhammer not see murders.
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Coraline made a smoothie for herself. It's not the best thing ever, but at least it's not mud or smile. Hello, person who just arrived here]
Worst park ever, am I right?
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look, even as the Wacky Outcast of Thneedville, she still has a pretty shit attention span that is only alleviated by the power of BOOKS and ART. the book situation currently seems pretty grim, but art? you can do that anywhere, with anything!
she's picked out her perfect canvas: the door to her motel room. she only has pens right now, so it's not the burst of color she'd like, but anything to stand out. she's written her name in large bubble letters, and is currently outlining... well, they kinda look like trees? maybe flowers? but ones drawn by someone who only has a casual relationship with what Earth plants look like.
later on, she goes and sits outside the shops, idly flipping through the weird book she found in her room. it works in a pinch, she guesses. she gets a little hungry, so she just casually goes get a corn dog and brings it out with her. takes a bite...]
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[she is staring at the corn dog with an expression that is pretty damn close to utter shock.]
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Which today means hitting every single button on the profiles at once. His suit drips water everywhere as he casually jams out to the cacophony of noise blasting right at him.
Later on he'll be in the kitchen, absolutely destroying the place, covering it in various foods and snacks and burned toasts and bacons of all kinds. You might catch it while he's rummaging his grubby hands everywhere or even when it seems like he's already left. Seems like being the key word.
As the antics die down though, Dan's not... really sure what to actually make of all this, what with his jacketspace oddly limited to only smokes, candy and other small items. And god he feels old. He doesn't really recognize any of these clowns other than Smackhammer and that Amazing Comedy Legend he doesn't care what people say, that sponge made it bigger than anybody and he NEVER sold out, god what a champ. But some of the other guys are like, really serious. Like, bizarrely serious. What's up with that?
So he spends his afternoon just smoking away in the shopping district. Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool. Maybe he'll shoot some b-ball outside of school.]
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Talking to King Dice
...what's that sound? [After a while, she steps in, then gawks.] ...oh, I guess this is where the "games" are. [Another pause.] Wait, are any of these even legal for minors to participate in?
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THURSDAY
Free Advertisement for Willy Wonka -- Coraline not here
What does have fanfare, though, is the advertisement for Wonka's chocolates in the form of generic things like 'YUMMY' and 'BETTER THAN MORON MOUNTAIN CHOCOLATE'. They're much, much larger than the positive messages, so large they even bleed onto the walls. Everything is so purple, and so pretentious-looking it's almost nauseating.
If you look closely, you'll find on some of them a message larger than the 'dont kill' messages, written in the same purple from the advertisements in some sort of whimsical typography:
'WITH IMPROVEMENTS BY WILLY WONKA. TRADEMARK REGISTERED. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. PLAGIARISM AND IMITATION ARE LIABLE TO PUNISHMENT IN COURT AND/OR HEFTY FINES. DO NOT STEAL"
And, some distance away from each of those disclaimers and with a clearly shoddy writing like the person who wrote it did it out of legal obligation:
'idea to deface sheets with slogans to appeal to people's better nature: property of coraline']
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PAGING KING DICE
[But today, she finally pokes her head inside in the interest of leaving no potential avenue unexplored.]
[And then ducks back out again, quickly confirming the tent's general size and dilapidated state before entering fully. She's not sure what kind of technology it takes to fit an entire casino inside a dingy little tent, but it seems sort of promising in terms of a potential escape route.]
Sal-u-tations! I'm very sorry, I didn't think there would actually be anyone in here!
[Later in the day, Penny's back in her room, door open. She's sitting on her bed, puzzling over the Space Jam novelization.]
...so we can escape by beating him at basketball? That doesn't seem right.
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However, this would call for a lot more brainstorming and hard work. Anyone passing by room #5 might find themselves pelted with a wayward ball of paper, or hear a surprisingly loud groan of frustration from such a little chicken.]
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Well, maybe not wildly surprising given his only hobby has been taken away and he's never actually had. People. To interact with regularly before. So he isn't sure how you normally go about having fun.
In any case, he quickly falls back to one of the only things he knows how to do well-- folding paper. He's seated in the lobby today with his entire pad of paper from his room, ripping out one page at a time and making a whole army of little paper animals. He holds one up whenever anyone passes by, not really sure what to actually do with the things now that he's made them.]
If you want one I can pick one out for you. I can't actually use these for performances without my shamisen, so someone else might as well take them.
[no you don't even get to choose which animal it is he's just going to assign you all a fursona and you'll have to live with that knowledge
Afterwards he's at the smoothie stand, though he isn't wildly successful in making them edible given there's like six failed attempts next to him. The one he's trying currently isn't any good, either, judging by his sour expression.]
...Gross.
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Something about the place makes her think maybe if she keeps visiting every part every day, she'll find something new! ...Which is why, on day five, she's exploring like it's the very first time she's seen the park. Again. Walking down Swackhammer Avenue, finally realizing-- ]
Ohhh! The ugly troll man named it after himself! Wow. He must have a really big ego.
[ Or maybe you'll find her on the basketball court, poking at the balls lightly with her horn, and...maybe, just maybe...lifting it up in the air, in a floating bubble. Probably the fact that her horn's glowing has nothing to do with that. Maybe. ]
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First things first, she needs to figure out what she's working with here. That means some time in the shops, wandering through and grabbing all kinds of weird stuff. Pins, cups, the kinds of things no one else here would have likely grabbed by this point.
... and, regrettably, some clothes. She hates this. ]
I hate this.
[ See?
Later, though, she heads out to the basketball court to actually... shoot some hoops. As befits a physically fit professional hero, she's pretty good at it! The goal seems to be getting blood flowing, though - every once in a while she takes a break to go scribble some notes into a notepad.
After that, she can be found in the Hot Dog Zone, munching on a corn dog and writing out some... math. Literal pages of math. Holy shit. ]
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Once sated, she looks around the gym, particularly at the treadmill, noting down every detail ranging from the control panel to the dimensions of the track. And she categorizes all the weights available in the room, because the urge to catalogue is there.
Later on, she's at the smoothie stand with some chocolate-banana mix she was curious about, paging through her notes from the entire week.]
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