WEEK 1

[grimgrinningghosts]

[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 ;)

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THURSDAY

[grimgrinningghosts]

Free Advertisement for Willy Wonka -- Coraline not here

[toogoodtobetrue]

[If you go outside on Thursday, you'll find all the spare bedsheets hanging from walls throughout the park. They're everywhere. Most of them has a rather modest message, written in lower case and without much fanfare: 'dont kill'.

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']

[candymancan]

[Sees this

steeples hands

Takes a deep breath.]

I'm ok with this.

[Honestly, he was expecting much worse than literal free advertisement for his candy. Of course, Coraline wasn't entirely truthful with him about her new plans, which he's irritable about. But not enough to freak out. Yet.

He does, however, add a little message of his own to some of the sheets! Namely:

"All work done by Coraline, property of Coraline, creation of Coraline. The views expressed in this publication are that of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of The Willy Wonka Candy Company™".]

[toogoodtobetrue]

[Around half an hour later, Coraline notices that addition. Well aren't you trying to push the blame on her, Wonka? How rude! Coraline thinks for a moment and brings a marker. She puts an asterisk right at the end of the sentence and writes in small letters, as if it's one of those tiny disclaimers:

'Including those views related to the quality and/or taste of our products'.

There we go! She goes away, satisfied]

PAGING KING DICE

[in4apounding]

[Penny's been exploring the available space since they disembarked, but it's taken her this long to actually examine the casino tent. The run-down exterior almost manages to make the rest of Moron Mountain look respectable; Penny had almost assumed it was detritus from the ongoing construction around them.]

[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.

room

[thegreateggscape]

[Ginger stops outside Penny's room as she hears her speak, and ventures through the open doorway.]

Is that what the book says?

[She hadn't taken the time to read it. Where was her respect for great literature?]

[in4apounding]

Salutations, Miss Ginger! And- yes, I think so? The writing's a little confusing, but if I understand it correctly, this isn't the first time Mister Swackhammer has tried kidnapping people like this.

[bringmecontracts]

[Why is this kid the second person to come inside the casino what is wrong with all the adults here.]

The boss didn't mention me in his little speech at all? I'm practically his star attraction right now after the kidnappin' turned out to be a bust!

[in4apounding]

He didn't, no, I'm sorry. Mostly he just yelled a lot of nonsensical insults.

[She is not Chibi enough to be able to roll with fourth wall breakage, sorry.]

Did he kidnap you too? Mister- ...sorry, my name is Penny, what's yours?

Room

[essentiallyinvisible]

The Secretary did mention that it was kind of strange for him to give us a book discussing his defeat.

Re: Room

[in4apounding]

You think maybe whoever's working for him put them here without telling him?

room

[carbonairhead]

Oh, basketball? What's that?

[ ...fizzy there's- there's literally a court-- ]

I think I've heard Danny talk about it before, is it a human thing?

[in4apounding]

It's a game humans play, yes. ....you throw a ball through a hoop, but for some reason they call it a basket.

[thegreateggscape]

[There might seem to be no easy way out of this place, but that's okay. Ginger's not one to shy away from the overtly complicated path.

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.]

[oh_worm]

[ bonk. ]

Huh?

[ Beth pokes her head into the room. ]

Something wrong, neighbor?

[thegreateggscape]

[Ginger turns around to the doorway, surrounded by sheets of paper with various plans and diagrams scrawled onto them. A good number of them are balled up, scattered around the room in different directions. It seems she hadn't even noticed where she was throwing them.]

Just-

[Heavy exhale.]

Having some difficulties.

[codeofhero]

[Dinobot was waddling his tailless butt back to his room when the ball pelts him and he turns with a snarl.

Might as well pick it up and step into the doorway, barely veiled annoyance in his voice.]

Excuse me, but, I believe this belongs to you?

[thegreateggscape]

[Ginger was far too engrossed in her work to notice Dinobot until he speaks up. She turns to him, surrounded by sheets of paper covered in drawings and diagrams, and many other similar balled up scraps.]

Oh. [Did she hit him? She wasn't paying too much attention to where she was throwing them.] Thank you, you can just- [She gestures to the surrounding papers.] put it with the others.

[carbonairhead]

Hello in there!

[ Fizzy trots in after clomping on the ground to "knock," so to speak. In front of her floats...well, the paper, but it's in a bubble, kept aloft by her twinkling horn. ]

I think you dropped this.

[loneleye]

[After milling about aimlessly for most of the week, Kubo finds himself with a surprising lack of things to do.

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.

lobby

[oh_worm]

Oh, you play shamisen? Sweet.

[ She looks over all of the aminals. ]

You're just making them for fun?

Smoothie

[essentiallyinvisible]

You're not used to them either? [She's a good girl who mostly just hydrates with water.]

Lobby

[toogoodtobetrue]

Sure, give me one!

[This is cute, look at those paper animals! That's some nice handicraft]

lobby

[codeofhero]

[...Oh?]

And what is all of this?

[he's being honestly curious, both towering over Kubo, and peering down to get a closer look at those animals.]

lobby

[udderly]

Oooooo, can you make a cow? I want a tiny cow.

[Otis sits his butt down in front of Kubo, waiting.]