foolishmortals

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week 1

WEEK 1

[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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[An entire theme park, all to himself? Hell yeah, this is awesome! Gandhi checks out the shopping area first, looking for any cool swag he can score himself. When he sees there's no employees to speak of, he realizes this is even cooler than he first thought.

He sticks his head out of the store and yells:]

GUYS! FREE STUFF!!

[Later, Gandhi can be found at the basketball court showing off his mad skills. Still wearing his rental tux from prom night, he dribbles a ball down the court while taking to him.]

Here he comes, charging down the court, past the opposing defense, he shoots--!!

[Gandhi tosses the ball at the net, then turns with his arms up.]

Nothin' but net.

[The ball misses the net entirely.]

[If anything, there's plenty to entertain herself with, and that includes watching other people run around and fail at things. It's hilarious.

So after spectating Ghandi's throw and awful form, she finally finds the oppotunity to ask what the hell was that.]

Is this an excessively large carnival game?

[Because all that happens in that he throws the ball into the hoop and that's it.]

Uh, it's only the greatest game ever invented.

[He picks up the ball and tries to spin it on one finger, but it just falls off.]

[It certainly doesn't look that great judging from her initial impression.]

How do you play?

[Okay then. So there's a lot to explore here. Now that she's learned that her room is helpfully stocked with pen and paper, she is free to roam all over the park and inspect everything. These strange machines, the novel items, and the game of "Basketball" warrant closer study.

For most of Tuesday, Zhu Li slips away from the group and walks around the shops, stopping in front of the displays and noting what she finds. If it's something they don't have in her world, she'll take it off the shelf and look it over before returning it to its spot. Repeat, steal the ideas when she returns to Republic City.

She takes some oversized Moron Mountain shirts and a pair of hideous basketball shoes.

Later on, she returns to the basketball court wearing her regular outfit and basketball shoes to practice with the ball. Namely, by copying the dribbling technique she saw Ghandi use since that was one thing he didn't fail at. She begins bouncing the ball while standing, getting a feel for its weight and elasticity. After twenty minutes, she moves to walking across the court.]

[hey Ghandi remember big bugman?

he's coming in to peer at the shopping area, frowning just a bit]

Well that's strange. Why would someone abandon a market?

[beat]

...there's nothing on a pedestal, right?

[WHOOOAAAAA. A lady's asking him to teach her how to play!

This might be a bad time to mention he doesn't actually know- he's always been the mascot at school games.]

Aw, it's easy, babe! First, ya gotta start with dribbling the ball, like this!

[Amazingly, he CAN dribble a ball. That's about the extent of his skill.]

[When she hears the call, she comes hurrying over as well.] Do they have books?

[First thing's first, if Ginger's going to want to form an escape route, she's going to have to get an idea of what she needs to work with.

She doesn't spend much time investigating the hotel itself; she's not trapped there, so it's not at the top of her priority list right now.

Going directly outside, she tries to map out a path through the fog, which, after a (admittedly embarrassing) number of attempts she realizes that she's just going around in circles, and that this wouldn't be a viable option.

She goes down Swackhammer Avenue, the street being something she's completely, conceptually, unfamiliar with. It's pretty daunting, but she's trying to keep her cool whilst scoping it out, looking for, well, pretty much any openings like exploitable sewer grates or any hint at a way out of here. The shops do take some of her interest, and she pauses in front of them as she walks past.

She proceeds to Sportsland, in all it's depressing glory. Passing the basketball court, she squints at the sign. "Meet Michael"? Who was this Michael? What was so special about him? What did they do with him?]

[She hopes he's doing this right. Zhu Li watches his hand and technique but...isn't that just bouncing a ball repeatedly? She can do that.

Without saying a word, she turns around and walks to storage room to retrieve her own ball.]

[Look at all this kitschy stuff, Gandhi]

Should we really take any of this junk? It's...so ugly.

This is the slowest game of basketball I have ever seen.

[Hello, Zhu Li Moon. Did you notice you spent twenty minutes bouncing the ball?]

[She grabs the ball mid-bounce and turns her head.]

I'm still learning how to play. [...] But if this is too slow, I'll started walking.

[See? See how she dribbles it to a perfect height while moving. This is why she hates people staring at her while she's figuring out how something works.]

[They have spent a couple days already here, and there's no way out. Welp. Guess what they have to do is ruin that guy's plans.

And for that, they just have to not kill anyone.

Hotel Lobby

First step towards ruining Swackhammer's plans: get the rest to play along with her. That's why she's attaching a poster made with bedsheet, as an extra 'screw you' to Swackhammer. Look how she defaced this fabric, does that annoy you? She sure hopes so.

'REBEL AGAINST EVIL! DON'T KILL!

That'll do. Anything to make Swackhammer not see murders.

Smoothies

Coraline made a smoothie for herself. It's not the best thing ever, but at least it's not mud or smile. Hello, person who just arrived here]

Worst park ever, am I right?

You don't need to think so much. These games are all about moving, thinking's done along the way.

[At least Coraline doesn't sound like she's annoyed or anything like that. More like curious at how Zhu Li is being so...odd]

[That sure is a to-the-point sign getting hung up. Kubo watches for a while, not sure how to feel about it. He doesn't have high hopes for most of this group, but there has to be some way to pull them together enough to keep them from killing each other. He just isn't sure it'll be this easy.]

Do you really think that's going to work?

[She'll figure this out eventually. If she wants to live, she has to learn how things work on Moron Mountain. Her steps are steady, and the ball doesn't bounce too low or too high as she moves towards Coraline.]

That's true. But I should master the technique before I can act instinctively.

Not really. It's just a sign, and it's not even a good one.

[...]

But I didn't want to stay in this park for days doing nothing about being told to kill. It's just...so wrong to even think of murder.

Yeah. [He sighs.] Especially for no reason. Or just because some weird, smelly guy told us to.

At least we have our own rooms and stuff. We can avoid anyone we don't like. Nobody will even have to think about resorting to killing anyone.

[Hopefully.]

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