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 ;)

Comments

[oh_worm]

[ Hm. By now, the rest of the Bravest Warriors would usually have crashed in here? Maybe this is another situation like the time loop, and she needs to deal with it herself.

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. ]

basketball court

[studentbody]

[Cleo happens to be walking past the basketball court when she spies someone who is clearly desperately in need of a cheerleader. Never mind the fact that Beth is actually playing well—every athlete needs a cheerleader on the sidelines. She doesn't have her cheer uniform, or her pom poms, but she has her hands for clapping and her voice for yelling and her legs for jumping. So she comes up to the sidelines and begins formulating a cheer:]

1-2-3-4!
YOUUU NEED A MAKEOVER!
5-6-7-8!
BUT YOUR MOVES ARE REALLY GREAT!

BAS-KET-BALL, BAS-KET-BALL
GO ON GIRL GIVE IT YOUR ALL!
DRIBBLE, DODGE, DUNK THAT BALL
THEN WE CAN GO TO THE MALL!

[oh_worm]

[ That's a weirdly passive-aggressive sort of cheer, but you know what, she'll take it??

Once she's done a set of Mad Swishes, she wipes off her forehead and turns to Cleo. ]

Thanks for the cheer, yo.

[studentbody]

[That's the only kind of cheer she knows, okay? Plus, like, no offense Beth but you're in serious need of a haircut, those bangs are out of control.

Cleo gives the girl a beaming smile.]

You're so welcome. There's nothing else to cheer for around here, this place sucks.

[oh_worm]

[ but they go whoosh so good!! ]

True that. Not much worth getting excited about here in the Garbo Zone.

[studentbody]

[But the split ends, Beth! The split. Ends.]

Everyone else here has been so rude to me. It's like...making it hard to be stuck here.

hot dogs

[udderly]

[Otis is chewing on a whole head of lettuce. Where did he get it from? Who knows, but he loev the cronch.]

Whatcha doing? Is it some kinda code? That looks like smart people stuff.

[oh_worm]

Huh?

[ oh shit, lettuce, Nice ]

Not really a code? I'm just going through some equations since there's not much better to do here.

[udderly]

[hes a cow, beth. he doesnt know math.]

Ohhhhh, e=mc² and all that kind of stuff. [that is probably the only math he knows] Nice, nice.

[oh_worm]

[ he's a talking cow tho ]

Something like that. Though the theory of relativity is pretty already figured out.

[udderly]

[yeah but does he look smart enough to do math]

So whatcha figuring out, if it's not that?

shops

[codeofhero]

Yes, welcome to the rest of the group.

[Where we all hate this, probably. All of it. The bus may have been preferable.]

[oh_worm]

Trust me, buddy, I've been hating this in general for a while. The clothes are a new hate.

[codeofhero]

It is a new irritation to add to the pile. [Hmph. Nothing even in his size, is there.] I refuse to wear it all on principal, of course.

[Going naked this whole round, just you watch.]

[oh_worm]

Goooonna go ahead and say that'll be a little easier for you than for me, dude.

[codeofhero]

[Ugh, you humans.]

hmm, if our captor had any wits about him, he might offer you all something better than his abandoned merchandise.

[but all we've got is the trashman.]

Hot Dog Zone

[carbonairhead]

[ Do-do-do, trotting on by, casual Fizzy, looking over and- ]

Whoa...! Gosh, you must be real smart!

[oh_worm]

[ She smiles. ]

Smartest person in my peer group!

[carbonairhead]

You'd get along with Wind Whistler. She's really, really smart too. Sometimes I don't understand what she's saying, but the way she talks is beautiful, so I don't mind!

[oh_worm]

[ oh good the bi pride flag pony lives up to her color scheme ]

Aw, I bet I would! Sounds like you and her are close.

[carbonairhead]

[ fizzy has a butch wife txt it ]

We are! We've gone on all kinds of adventures together. I bet if she were here, she'd have all kinds of big things to say, and have all of us out of here in a jiffy. Especially since she can fly.

Shops

[essentiallyinvisible]

...You could try turning it inside-out. [The Little Girl is actually wearing an inside-out shirt. Sadly the images still kind of show through the fabric.] It's better than not having any change of clothes.

[oh_worm]

Ooh, that isn't a terrible idea. I can at least feel a little less crushed under the terrible thumb of capitalism!

[essentiallyinvisible]

[She winces a bit at the word "capitalism."] Yeah...I suppose we should just be glad the Park Owner didn't put his face on everything in here. [She's not sure she could bear to wear a shirt with Swackhammer's face on it.]

[oh_worm]

Ew, yeah, at least we have that. We get to wear advertisements for the trash park instead of the trash man.