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 ;)

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[codeofhero]

[In the early hours of the morning, when normal, sane people are probably sleeping in, there's... screaming, coming from the middle of Swackhammer avenue. Is someone being murdered?

On closer exception, no. It's just Dinobot, pacing around, losing his mind.]

Is there no end to this boredom?! Am I cursed to live like this forever?!

[The amusement of this situation has already worn quite thin.

Later on, once he's worked through his minor crisis, Dinobot retreats to the gym. There's plenty here to focus his aggression on, like lifting the heaviest weights, or punching a punching bag hard enough that it swings around and smacks him in the face.

On second thought, maybe this isn't quite as calming as he'd hope.]

Gym

[in4apounding]

Mister Dinobot? ...Are you trying to train?

[codeofhero]

Grah!

[He was just about to tear the punching bag from the ceiling. So, yes?]

I... yes. [cough] I must be prepared in the event that I am attacked! It would not do if I begun to rust and seize up.

[in4apounding]

Ooh, yes, that would be very bad.

[Is that actually a thing that can happen, what kind of shoddy construction are they doing on Cybertron]

Would you like a partner? That would almost certainly be more helpful than just a punching bag.

[codeofhero]

[Hey, Cosmic Rust is a real issue. Never know when some mad scientist will bring it up.

His "brow" lifts slightly, staring down at her.

A partner? [snrrrl] And I suppose that you would volunteer?

[in4apounding]

Of course! I don't have to worry about literally getting rusty- I'm pretty sure? -but I can't stop training for too long, either.

[codeofhero]

Hmm, and I suppose a simple sparring session would do us both some good.

[Hm!]

Very well. If you believe that you are a capable fighter... then I shall allow you the first strike.

[in4apounding]

I do! Are you sure, though?

[She's getting into a ready stance, either way. It's probably a little unusual, almost more like a dance than a fighting pose, but her body language is all confidence and readiness to move at an instant's notice.]

[codeofhero]

[If he was the type to get smug about things, like certain purple Predacons, he might have let out a laugh. Alas, he'll only have a little chuckle in his mind. Heh.]

Of course. I was made for combat! I fear nothing when I rush into the heat of battle!

[Which is to say, he's taking his own stance. Come on, kid. Show him what you got.]

[in4apounding]

All right then! I am combat ready!

[And- there she go. You know the downside of all that cool armored plating, Dinobot? It's kind of easy to grab onto.]

[So Penny's going in and just kind of trying to judo-throw you.]

[codeofhero]

[Excuse you, that is his ridged grill structure, it accentuates- oh, here we go.

He almost opens his mouth to speak before he feels his weight shifting, and there is a lot of it. Honestly, a robot like Megatron, or Rhinox had no problem at all tossing him around. A little strange when it's a little girl though.

He's getting judo thrown, flailing late 90s CGI limbs through the air before he crashes down on his back.

It takes him a moment to look up. He's... befuddled.]

What.