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.]

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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 ;)

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[treefetish]

Oh, but it's such a nice song! [LOOK IT SAYS SUCH NICE THINGS WHY CAN'T WE ALL HAVE A SONG LIKE THAT]

[handhook]

It's...

[His nose wrinkles as he struggles to find the words to express his distaste.]

...Insipid.

[treefetish]

Oh, you're upset because it's not exciting enough? [maybe?] You should make a new one, then! Maybe they'll let you change it.

[handhook]

[There are several things wrong with that reply, and he isn't sure where to start with it. He levels her with a judgmental stare as he considers which issue is most important to cover here.]

Our captors haven't been what I'd call "accommodating" so far.

[treefetish]

[... ahaha this dude is scary...]

Well, of course they're not going to do something big, like let us go or anything... But, if you give people little things, like fancy toys or new songs, they'll stop complaining about the big things for a little while. That's how it worked back home!

[handhook]

[...Again, there's a lot to unpack there! His expression is rapidly sliding from "judgmental" to "perplexed."]

And you're satisfied with being placated? That's all the more reason not to play along.

[treefetish]

We can't exactly overthrow them right now, right? But, we can try to make things better for everyone, even if it's just a really little bit.

Playing along would be killing somebody. Keeping up everyone's spirits-- that's its own little rebellion.

[handhook]

And if we allow ourselves to get too comfortable, we'll forget just what kind of situation we're really in. Why else do you think it works that way, wherever you come from?

[treefetish]

Things in Thneedville were always the same-- fifteen whole years of my life, and decades before that. It almost seemed like nothing would ever change. So, a very few of us, we did little things: destroy a camera, paint a mural, sneak through the wall, even just talk about how things could be better. And then, all those little things built up and built up... And things changed.

This Swackhammer guy... He reminds me so much of the guy who controlled our town. This all feels so familiar... We can't just survive. We have to live.

[handhook]

And how many of those little things involved asking nicely for something to be changed? It's all well and good, what you're saying, but I'm not going to negotiate with my own kidnapper like a beggar pleading for scraps.

[treefetish]

If it's the asking for things that bothers you, the working on a new song part doesn't! And maybe it will make you less grumpy.

[handhook]

[This is far from the first time he's been called "grumpy," but still, his eyes narrow.]

That part doesn't even bear commenting on. I'm no musician.

[treefetish]

Oh, neither am I! Completely tone-deaf.

]pause]

So, we'll do it together, then! It'll be fun!

[handhook]

[...]

I refuse.

[treefetish]

And I'm going to refuse your refusal, but I would like to know why before I start. Just curious, is all.

[handhook]

[Her reply is almost impressive, as irritating as he finds it. He folds his arms over his chest as he looks down at her.]

As Atlantis's king, I have a certain standard of behavior to uphold. I consider not making a fool of myself part of that.

[treefetish]

Now, see, if you had replied with something, like, "Music is an integral part of my tragic backstory?" Obviously, I would have backed off, out of respect. Instead, you outed yourself as a grade-A fusspot, and now it's my solemn duty to force you into some variety of silly fun.

Now, I think the hardest part of this project will be finding words that rhyme with "Aquaman" but don't actually end in "-man." Unless we only use words like that instead. That's an important decision to make.

[handhook]

[deep breath, and... long exhale through the nose]

Before this goes any further, I have to ask. Is there something you're getting out of this?

[...]

Just curious.

[treefetish]

Nope! I mean, I don't think so? Should I be getting something? I don't really want anything...

[handhook]

I only want to know why you're so insistent.

[treefetish]

[thinks...]

You just seem so sad, I guess!

[handhook]

[harrumph!!]

I'm not sad.

[Perturbed, certainly, but... Maybe she just doesn't understand what it's like for a ruler to actually care about their lands?]

The man who controlled your town. I take it he didn't care much about the well-being of the people who lived there?

[treefetish]

... He cared about our money?

[handhook]

That's hardly the same thing as being concerned with your comfort and well-being. [He can't help the note of disgust that slips into his tone.] Since maybe you don't understand, any ruler who cares for his people would find this situation difficult. Atlantis relies on me, and no matter how slim the chances are of one of you successfully killing me, it's possible that I may never return to it alive.