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

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{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 ;)

Comments

fog

[captain_cronch]

[In the fog an insect like creature seems to be moving, stalking, lurching...oh it's Centipeedle. She doesn't seem to realize Ginger is in her path since well. Fog.]

[thegreateggscape]

[With all the fog around, Ginger fails to notice Centipeedle also, and ends up running into her with a BWARK]

[captain_cronch]

[Walking walking--wait what the--Centipeedle scrambles back with a hurgling at this small POINTY beast. What are you??]

[thegreateggscape]

[Ginger backs away ever so slightly; the hurgling is slamming the buttons on all her prey instincts.

Despite this, Centipeedle didn't actually seem aggressive...more, distressed? It was a hard guess, but bumping into a stranger in a mass of fog would probably distress anyone.]

Are you alright...?

[captain_cronch]

[Oh oh the pointy creature is talking. She must've been on the bus and missed them.

Centipeedle squats down arms praying mantis style as she gestures her head around, making questioning noises. She was hoping for a way to get out! IS there a way out?]

[thegreateggscape]

[Ginger tries her best to follow along.]

I'm not sure where we are, or where this goes.

[She assumes that's probably maybe what Centipeedle is asking.]

It has to end up somewhere, though.

[captain_cronch]

[She seems to understand that answer as she gives an acknowledging grunt. She stands up, getting a sense of direction before pointing...that way?

What was is that? It's a random direction she chose by intuition so absolutely they should take it by how she's gurbling.]

[thegreateggscape]

[Yeah, sure, she'll trust Centipeedle in this.]

You want to go this way?

[captain_cronch]

[A good mistake, assuredly.

She shakes her head, already heading off. Catch up, Ginger!.]

[thegreateggscape]

[She's running after her with all the speed her little chicken legs can muster. She really hopes Centipeedle knows where she's going.]

[captain_cronch]

[Go and be the title of your movie, Ginger.

As for where she's going, she knows she's going the opposite of where the park is at least. Anything other than that, well...]

[thegreateggscape]

[That's a good enough direction to go. She runs after her for a fair amount of time, though she starts to slow down when, after looking around, it all looks like the same mess of fog, doesn't it?]

[captain_cronch]

[Almost out almost out...Centipeedle slows down, gurgling softly.

She looks confused, frustrated. She thought for sure she'd see something.]

[thegreateggscape]

[Ginger comes to a stop behind Centipeedle.]

Do you think we've made any progress?

[captain_cronch]

[She shakes her head, taking a seat on the ground.]

[thegreateggscape]

[She doesn't need to crouch beside her, because Ginger is tiny.]

There has to be some end to this.

[captain_cronch]

[She points to the horizon, shaking her head. It doesn't feel that way.]

[thegreateggscape]

It can't keep going on forever- that just isn't possible.

[captain_cronch]

[Oh you poor sad pointy thing.

Centipeedle points to the sky, making her arms wider and wider before making a boom noise. It could go on like space. Maybe this IS space.]

[thegreateggscape]

[...She did not follow that at all.

Care to try again?]