Gaiden Mock Round

[grimgrinningghosts]

[ You wake up in what might be the single worst place to wake up if you didn’t go to sleep there: sprawled across a row of airport terminal chairs. Oh, there’s probably a major pain in your back that might last a while. Do you even remember going to sleep in the first place?

The standard airport loudspeaker buzz is being piped in, but this is clearly not a real airport: the glass that would usually have airplanes behind it is no glass at all - it’s a massive (and kind of cheap-looking) matte painting. If you pay attention to the announcements too, they seem to be more like a bad stand-up impression of airport announcements than real ones. “The white zones are for schmoozing only” - really?

There are also, notably, no other living travelers in this airport. It’s just you guys, confusion, and a lot of painted cutout images of laughing people. If you do a lot of Earthly plane traveling, you might recognize what this place is supposed to look like - Los Angeles International Airport.And if you don’t, LAX is certainly what they’ve decided to stamp on everything - especially the plastic replica baggage in the comically fake replica baggage claim.

You might know where you’re supposed to think you are, but you have no idea how you got here.

Eventually, though, someone else speaks through the loudspeaker! And appears on all the TV screens. And the joke arrival/departure screen.

Oh no. ]

Superstars! It’s me, your agent! Kiss kiss, hello hello! Sharpay, love the outfit. Sadness, lookin’ down and out as ever. You’re all looking so, uh, “on point,” as the kids say. Welcome to Los Angeles, City of Angels and Home of the Stars! Like you! Now we got a schedule to keep, so move your sorry butts out to Bel-Air to the mansion, alright? We gotta get you ready for your date with Hollywood, and she is NOT a dame you wanna keep waiting! Though of course, as we say out here, “fashionably late” is encouraged, so on second thought you know what? Go ahead and take ya time. See the sights! Grab a coffee! Listen, I got Brad Pitt on the other line here, so ciao, babes, love you all, see you at the mansion! Mwah!

[ … well. At least you know the creepy robot face of maybe your kidnapper? Maybe chat with one of the other people here about it? There’s also certainly a front door, the building is hardly locked up.

If you do decide to take your leave of the airport, which is understandable, you’ll end up on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, or at least a similarly creepy and cheap replica of it. If you look at the stars, you might recognize the names. There are plenty of places to check out, but there are no exits - the edges of the area are surrounded by false storefronts. Looks like you might be in “Los Angeles” for the long haul. ]

[ Let’s talk about your locations, though, very briefly. The only place for 24-hour food is Starslurps Cafe, they have coffee and pastries and The Worst Name, and whatever you want you can just kind of take because the barista is a cardboard cutout that just kind of says “FOR YOU, IT’S ON THE HOUSE” every time you trip a motion sensor. Fur Sure is where you can get more clothes beyond the ones on your backs, but they’re all very fancy and there are So Many fur coats. The Psychic Fax Center features an ornate seance room complete with crystal ball and tarot cards, but also there’s a very 90s fax machine collecting dust in the corner. Tattoo on You is a tattoo parlor, in case you want a souvenir? It would probably help if there was anyone to run the machines.

Superstar Studios is closed and locked up tight. Gotta wait for your cue, it looks like.

Beethoven Bowling is a pretty standard bowling alley, with automatic lanes and all the cardboardy pizza and lukewarm hot dogs you can eat. The Cobra Cabana opens at 6pm, and is a fully-stocked bar with a jungle theme. The only food they serve is chips and salsa for some reason. Laughter Shocks is a comedy club, but the only comedy playing is a 24-hour loop of bad Tim Allen stand-up. Then, finally, there’s the mansion you’re all staying at, with bedrooms enough for everyone and all kinds of over-decorated rooms. It comes with a swimming pool and its own full-size Aztec Temple in the backyard. Don’t worry about it, babe, it’s just Bel-Air living. ]

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SUNDAY

[grimgrinningghosts]

[stinkypete]

[Upon waking up and begrudgingly dragging himself out of the airport seats, Peg-Let Pete knows one thing--this ain't no Los Angeles he knows, that's for sure. Last he remembered, he was shooting the next short for Mickey Mouse in Hollywood, so it wasn't entirely unreasonable that he could end up in Los Angeles for some reason. But it's still a considerable distance to travel, not to mention this whole place looks as if someone took a shoebox diorama of LA and used it as the blueprints to build this whole place.

So, in summary, it could be said that Peg-Leg Pete doesn't like this. In fact, he doesn't like this at all. His fur bristling with anger, he's going to try and snatch up the person nearest to him and snarl--]

Alright, youse gonna tell me what the heck is goin' on, or I'm gonna stuff yer face so full of airplane pretzels that you'll explode! Got it?!

[It's a good thing that Pete is so easily distracted--after directing his anger onto other people, he eventually finds the Hollywood stars and immediately takes the opportunity to gloat about it.]

HAH! Whaddya think about that, Mickey?! I've got a star and you don't!

[Later, he makes his way over to the bowling alley and stuffing his face with as much terrible, awful pizza as he can. The brute chews with his mouth open and loudly smacks his lips as he eats. The awful circumstances don't seem to have set in just yet--he's just taking the opportunity to do as much as he can before any authority figure swoops in.]

Y'know, this place ain't too bad--I ain't gotta throttle a guy to get free pizza!

[mostwantedfrog]

[Hm. This isn't the Gulag. For one, the beds are more comfortable.

Constantine's pretty sure that he's supposed to be stuck in life imprisonment right now. Unless those Muppets decided to show pity to him and spring him out? Even after he tried to destroy them all. That seems like the sort of foolishly selfless thing they would do, right? Like it's some sort of children's show where being mean to the bad guy makes you just as bad as him.

But why would they then abandon him here? Wouldn't they want to keep an eye on him?

Ah, well. It's their funeral.

Unfortunately, before Constantine can begin any revenge plots, the TV screens crackle to life. When the message ends, Constantine hops off the airport bench and begins to wander around the room, hands scratching his mole in thought. If he happens to notice anyone looking his way, he'll confront them.]

You, there. Tell me what the meaning of this is. Do you have any knowledge of what is occurring here?

[Later, when Constantine has had more time to mull over the events of the day, the more sharp-eyed amongst the captives here may realize he no longer has a mole. Or, rather, there's some greenish makeup covering a suspiciously mole-shaped spot. Also, the Hollywood Star with his name on it has now been vandalized, proclaiming "KERMET THE FROG" in bright red paint.

Hey, if it worked once...]

[regionsbeyond]

[It takes Leota approximately half a second to decide that, Jesus Christ, this place is horrifically tacky and she doesn't want anything to do with it.

She can easily be found throughout most of the day rolling around to examine the place- it isn't as though she's particularly easy to miss, and there's a non-zero chance she'll literally run directionally into someone's ankles. Regardless of whether you actually check it out or just refuse to move out of her path, either way the smoke gradually clears from the crystal ball to reveal an incredibly grumpy head.]

Move.

[Given the search for a manager is no-doubt fruitless, before long she ends up checking out the mansion (though when you can't effectively get yourself up stairs there isn't really much to see). Regardless, what she does see leaves much to be desired. The decor is appalling. So much so that after taking a while to critically judge the scenery around the main floor of the mansion, she catches the attention of whoever else happens to be around.]

You there. [She can't really point, but she does turn to face a painting hanging up on the wall.] Remove this at once.

[If she can't redecorate she can at least spare her eyes from having to look at it anymore. Just as effective.

Much later in the day, if you happen to be passing by the seance room it's more than likely you'll notice the crystal ball that's rolled to a stop just outside the door. A non-Leota crystal ball, this time- how did she even manage to get it down from the stand?? Don't worry about it. But however she did it, it was clearly just so she could take its place upon the table.

It's... a slight improvement. She's at least sort of fine with just claiming the room as her own, apparently.]

[dannydorito]

Ha- ahaha- ha! -ow- HAHAHA-!

[For your consideration, everyone. One man in an incredibly tacky, bright yellow suit, kneeling next to a row of chairs. Freshly awoken and rolled off onto the floor in those few seconds of post-sleep delirium, and laughing his head off.]

[Or- well. If you've never seen an accurate demonstration of the word 'cackling' before, you have now.]

I survived! I'm immortal! SUCK IT, STANLEY.

[The elation is- pretty shortlived. It's not even an hour before Bill can be found in the bowling alley, facedown in one of the lanes and surrounded by partially-eaten hot dogs.]

Nnnnnngh... what kind of lousy powerless relies-on-chemical-reactions experiences-time-linearly can't-warp-reality-even-a-little body is this?

[Still facedown and unmoving, he numbly reaches out for a hot dog. It's not easy eating, in this position, but he seems to be managing.]

I really am dead, aren't I. I died like a chump and this is stupid mortal human Hell.

[He somehow takes another bite of hotdog.]

...AND WHY ARE THERE ONLY FIVE SENSES ON THIS SKINSUIT, HOW DO YOU FLESHSACKS LIVE LIKE THIS?

[awardnothawk]

[Hello Hollywood, your favorite girl has arrived.

Why is she in Hollywood when she was previously in New York? Promotion, obviously. It's fine. This is fine. Nothing is fucking wrong. That's her story and she's sticking to it for as long as this charade will let her, which is why she immediately heads into Fure Sure to browse. She's looking for something in her signature shade of pink.

No, no, no - yes.

That taken care of, Sharpay heads into Starslurps, which has an absolutely vile name, but everything has been provided by management (as it should be) so she supposes she can't be too mad about it. Some people just don't have taste, is all. Not everyone can be blessed with the refined taste of a superstar.]

[kindofadrag]

[The last thing Sadness remembers is getting sucked out of Headquarters, and frankly she doesn't really want to wake up and think about that. She's vaguely aware of someone saying her name as she dips in and out of consciousness. Maybe it's Joy? Who knows. She messed up bad and that's all she can dwell on. If she just goes back to sleep she doesn't have to deal with reality and that sounds like a great idea right now, so with a small groan she rolls over on the terminal chairs wrenches her eyes shut.

Of course, she's still giving off a faint blue glow which is honestly kind of weird? What's up with that.]

[inamuseum]

[ Hm. This is hardly the worst place he's woken up, but it's definitely not where he wanted to. It's very colorful here, isn't it? And those planes in the painting sure look... futuristic. Where are the propellers? Indy pushes his hat back and groans as he rises, looking around. ]

The hell?

[ And then Indiana Jones sees a TV for the first time, and this is what's on. Catch him after that standing around the airport just kind of... looking at things. ]

I take it this isn't where you went to sleep either.

[ You can also catch him outside, looking at the stars. ]

Oh come on, would it kill them to use the right name?

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Cassandra has no familiarity with this "airport" you speak of, and she's one to already be frustrated when rudely awoken. So, when she finds herself resting on these incredibly uncomfortable chairs, in an area she doesn't recognize, with people she doesn't know, it puts her in a bad mood to begin with.

Rising up, taking the moment to stretch her back out with a few noisy cracks, she chooses her course of action here.]

Raps? Is this one of yours? [She approaches the crummy looking matte painting, lightly knocking on it with her knuckles.] Because, honestly, it's not one of your better ones.

[No reply. That confuses her, and she looks back.]

Raps? Eugene? [They're not here, are they?] Where am I?

[Later on, while no less confused, Cass has finally left the airport. And now, on the walk of fame, she's handling all of this in her usual way.

That is, she's grabbing someone by the back of their shirt, or the scruff of their neck, aiming to stop them in their tracks. They will be met with a very stern look.]

Hey there, got a few questions for you.

YOUR HOST- wait, you've already seen him

[superstarlineup]

[ Eventually, once the residents are assembled in the den, the TV turns on, revealing the same terrible puppet man from earlier. He seems jovial as ever, which you may or may not appreciate in these circumstances.

And if you don’t go to the den, don’t worry! There’s at least one screen in every building, and his face is on all of them. ]

Hello, hello, and good afternoon, superstars! Eclipsa, looking lovely as always. Stan, love the fur. Listen, alright, here’s the deal about this gig I’ve set you up on - and I worked hard to get you this, had to pull a couple favors, alright, because I’m your agent and I’m here to take care of ya - you guys are gonna be, ah, livin’ here for a while. I know you got other projects, but trust me, THIS is where the money is.

Now I know what yer all thinkin’ and yes, I DID take care of all the paperwork, don’t you worry, kids. Contracts, waivers, they’re all settled and done. All you gotta do if you want out? Uh… well, just kill someone and get away with it, that’s what the contracts say, then it’ll be void and you can go home, yadda yadda yadda. They also very specifically say no violence against yours truly, so if this place ain’t your cup of tea, I don’t want you going nutty on me about this. You know, for your own sake. You’ll do fine, babes, and remember! You got any questions or comments, you can come chat with me anytime, day or night. Strict confidentiality, industry standard. Moved myself into an office right in the mansion, just for you! Because I care. Now kiss kiss, ciao, see you around!

[ And the TV cuts out, just like that. Guess this guy's taking the hands-off approach? ]

[southgatekept]

[ It's strange, to say the least. Waking up in this weird place, the last she remembered, she wasn't even this form, was she? But, well. It sure is nice to have legs again.

Lopmon wanders out of the airport, looking for any of the other Digimon. They were all together...and this surely isn't the Digital World. So maybe... Maybe it's still the Real World? She can only hope. It doesn't look like Shinjuku, but...

Well, here she is, a bipedal rabbit, about the size of a toddler, wandering around and calling out for someone. ]

Suzie! Suzie? Suzie, I'm still here! Suzie? Where are you?

[ She has to let the poor girl know... She's still here.

Now, it's hard to get Lopmon away from her searching, but...well, none of this is familiar to her, anyway. She has to learn a little about what's here! How she can find her way back to Shinjuku. So, she finds herself around Laughter Shocks. It's a weird place, but it reminds her of Terriermon. She toddles up to the Tim Allen animatron and...hm. ]

Even Terriermon's jokes are better than this. [ she's sorry terriermon but it's true ] Hello? Hello, can you hear me? I, um, didn't mean to insult you?

[ ...she doesn't. realize it's not alive. ]

Here comes a special boy

[keyofimagination]

[The Narrator, or “Rod” wakes up suddenly in the airport, confused, but honestly not horrified. It wasn’t in his character to be horrified, and while waking up in an incredibly fake airport was unusual, who was he to be worried? Besides he can’t help but be amused by how spooky this seems.

… Ok that weird puppet guy talking to him is terrifying but you know what? He’s fine.

He’s not about to look for an escape right now, opting to just wander around the area in amusement. He doesn’t really interact with any of it, it just seems to want to get a good look at how everything is, like the dork he is.

He then stops by Psychic Fax for the most part after wandering, amusing himself with the tarot cards. If you enter the building, he will seem to perk up, smiling mysteriously as you enter the room.]

Welcome. How would you like to have your cards read?

[He may or may not know how to read tarot cards.

You might also see him stare at your character from afar, from most places around here. Like, it’s pretty creepy how long he’s staring at pretty much everyone else here.]

[selfiesforscience]

[To say this was the first time Honey Lemon woke up in an awkward napping position would be a total lie. Countless all-nighters in her lab usually resulted in her sprawled out on a desk, between (or under) various pieces of machinery... but only very rarely has she woken up flopped on the beanbag chair she'd dumped in her lab the first day she'd arrived.

So the knots in her neck? Not surprising. The surroundings? Now that.... that might be something to worry about.]

Uhhh... guys? [Did something happen in a fight? But no, this isn't the San Fransokyo airport, and she's not in her suit...] Okay... okay, this is fine. Everything will be fine.

[She hasn't really noticed anyone yet, so that might just be her trying to tell herself that as she fiddles nervously with the ends of her (unusually long) hair.]

What would Freddie say? [.... Fred would be too busy gushing about supervillain kidnappers or alien abductors.] Of all the times his knowledge would come in handy....

[motormania]

[It's a sad day in the neighborhood, but it could be worse. Far from being angry or scared like the rest of the group, Toad's been taking his kidnapping pretty well — or about as well as you can expect him to.]

This is wretched! Absolutely horrible and wretched and— and just unfair!

[Which isn't well at all, but at least he isn't crying as he stomps around the terminal, bounding from one end of the room to the other in an almost manic rush to take in each new detail of his surroundings. After all, he's a gentleman. Gentlemen don't sob or screech or lie down on the floor and kick their legs and beat their fists, even if the urge is becoming next to impossible to ignore as the realization that everything is made of cardboard dawns on him.

If he's going to be kidnapped, it's going to be with dignity. Throw him in prison or a dungeon, but for heaven's sake, don't put him in a box.]

Unfair and horrible and terrible, and—

[And then the puppet on the television comes on, and all outrage and righteous, haughty indignation fly out the matte-painted window when it starts speaking. The change in Toad's demeanor is slow but boy, is it dramatic.]

...Did he say "stars"?

[A little later, he finds himself over at Starslurps. With a name that charming, it feels like a good match for him, and if he's going to be stuck in America for the foreseeable future, he might as well try something outside of his comfort zone. Ten minutes later after he enters the cafe, he leaves with a stack of pastries and sandwiches in his arms that's at least twice as tall as he is. How he's able to keep it perfectly balanced is a mystery for the ages.]

MONDAY

[grimgrinningghosts]

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

[Well, that was all very... it was something to be sure. Eclipsa has some trouble remembering where she is when she wakes up in the morning. Well, morning is a bit generous, she's up around noon. She spends a moment feeling at the side of her bed in a bit of a panic. First for her husband, before she remembers the time. Then she feels for her chocolate stash, before she remembers the place.

How troublesome.

So its at one o'clock when Eclipsa, still decked out from some jammies she's knicked from the mansion, is grabbing a coffee and some breakfast at Starslumps. Just chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool.

After following that up with cleaning up and new clothes, Eclipsa stops by Tattoo For You, skimming through the options.] Ooohhhhh, that one's cute. [Looking at a skull with blood pouring out of the eyes.

The majority of the rest of the day is spent kind of imitating Rod's actions the previous day, observing everyone from a distance. She seems to be writing down some notes to herself throughout as well. Its pretty suspicious, all in all.

In the evening? Oh you know she's drinking away with posh style in the Cobra Cabana. She'll wave anyone down who happens to be passing by.] Yoohooooo, darling~ Come, come, join me, relax a little!

[dannydorito]

STEP RIGHT UP SUCKERS, NOW TAKING ALL BETS.

[Come Monday, Bill has claimed a small portion of the Bowling Alley as his own. Notably, a large section of wall has been defaced with a set of slapdash, painted on betting odds.]

[If you can parse all of Bill's nicknames, they are in fact odds on everyone here. With categories for Lives, Dies, Kills, and Killed.]

[Bill himself is sitting at a small table, a notebook sitting neatly I front of him, surrounded by empty Starslurps cups.]

[He doesn't look like someone who's slept, ever.]

Let's make this bullhonkey a little more interesting, right? Take a chance and live a little while you still can!

[He has, at least, included himself on the odds, at the very bottom.]

Bill Cipher - I'M IMMORTAL, CHUMPS

[The "odds" on his own chances are accompanied by a small drawing of a cycloptic triangle man, making finger guns and somehow winking with one eye.]

[mostwantedfrog]

No fun in actually stealing things if is all free.

[Constantine will take some time to go through Fur Sure, but his heart really isn't in it, even though he leaves with the most expensive coat he can find in the entire place. It's entirely too big for him and drags behind him like a cape.

Later, you'll find him at the Cobra Cabana with a martini in hand. How does a frog puppet drink? Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to.

The silent, unacknowledged puppeteer sips his own drink from where he crouches on the floor.]

[orwellgirl]

["a row of stars on the ground" is, admittedly, a really weird way to do a galactic villain leaderboard but, hey. she's flexible. she can handle this.

what she can't handle, though, is the increasingly frustrating lack of suitable weapons in this place.

she's currently gathering whatever she can find-- and it may be weird to see her go whistling past with a bowling ball under each arm, considering she could generously be described as "a zucchini noodle came to life in a hot topic," but she seems fine. she drops them off at the small pile of potential weapons she's formed near her own star: bowling pins, plastic drink stirrers, a mink stole, a broken liquor bottle, a pool noodle...]

... It's all useless TRASH! [and she then kicks the bowling ball, which is actually not a great idea to do out of armor even for strong people, and she regrets it immediately.] Oh my GROP, that hu-- oh, hey, wait... Okay, Dominator, now imagine that's someone's skull that's been shattered into a zillion pieces, not your ankle bones...

[where are the bots she can ramble about her plans to. is this what loneliness is.]

[noweenies]

[Dawn's been to LAX enough times to be suspicious at this place- mostly at the lack of other people, the lack of homeless, and most suspiciously, the whole talking animal weirdness. She's braver than most other thirteen-year-olds, but the whole giant kidnapping scheme is enough to make her extremely uneasy.

She tries to keep cool and sincere, wandering the streets as if she belongs here. First it's Starslurps, because she's hungry-- she can be found scowling at the display case of pastries, trying desperately to find something healthy to eat. It isn't working out.

She almost makes it past Fur Sure, but the sight of all of that fur inside makes her stop dead in her tracks. She can't contain herself, fake fur or real fur, it needs to go. She can be found hauling various fur-clothing outside and into the street trashcans, and when that fails, she takes a pair of scissors to the offending clothes. Take that, fur farmers!

Finally, she can be found in the Psychic Fax Center, beside the 90s fax machine, which seems modern enough to Dawn. She's trying to fax 911. Multiple times.]

[hallowking]

[How can a giant seven foot tall skeleton be missing largely for one whole day, you ask?

Well, that's because said skeleton has been entranced in his own little world, simply in awe with the little slice of L.A everyone's found themselves in. He doesn't interact with the humans much beyond when they come to Halloweentown for Halloween or during that one stint as Santa Clause for Christmas, so getting to see a little town with weird shops and cardboard people around was simply interesting and he managed to get lost in his own little world.

But lost he is no more! He comes out of the Starslurps with a rather large fur coat and a pumpkin flavoured drink in his hand, pleased now that he's finally visited every location he could manage and he eagerly taps the nearest person/animal/puppet on the shoulder.]

You simply must come with me and try one of these drinks! I'm not quite sure what it is -- but it tastes like a pumpkin pie and it's delicious!

[Later on, in the evening when it's a bit darker out Jack hides out behind the side of the Psychic Fax Center and waits for someone to walk by before--]

BOO!

[He jumps out at them with a terrifying looking expression. Just downright jumpscares everyone who walks by.]

TUESDAY

[grimgrinningghosts]

Motive: No business like show business

[superstarlineup]

[Hey everyone, thought you could just settle in and try to enjoy this crappy situation? Whoops sorry, on Tuesday morning your best friend the agent shows up on every TV screen.]

Geez, I thought you kids woulda killed someone by now! But I get ya, don’t worry, I’ve been in this business long enough to know just how to find a good motivation. So don’t worry your little heads any longer, because I am the man with the plan!

So, if you kill before Friday, I promise you a personalized revenge to your most hated enemy. Kill ‘em, hurt ‘em, make ‘em lose that star role that you worked so hard for but they just swooped down in and got with no effort? I’m flexible!

Tata babes, I hope this was enough motivation for ya!

[Aaand all the TVs turn off again.]

WEDNESDAY

[grimgrinningghosts]

cw: mild emetophobia

[keyofimagination]

[Well that motive yesterday was... something, but hey Rod's not one to let things get him down! He's going to spend today taking advantage of his free time doing stuff that's fun!

First thing first he goes to Starslurp cafe to get a cup of black coffee. He always wanted to see how it tasted and now he can finally try out coffee and see what the big deal is.

After he gets it, he takes one sip and...]

If I could throw up, I think I would be just about at that level.

[What the fuck mortals.

Afterwards you can find him at Beethoven Bowling, to try out bowling for the first time!

He seems... pretty confused by it, honestly. Sure he understands the basic concept of bowling, but he's never exactly experienced it personally.

After about, like, five minutes of hesitation staring at his bowling ball he decides to try it out and, like, every throw he does is a gutter ball. Actually save him.

(you might also see him trying out a hot dog and being horribly confused by it at some point)]

THURSDAY

[grimgrinningghosts]

[southgatekept]

[ So far...nothing. Just the threat of violence and some uneasiness with others around here. No way to get back to Suzie. No one to connect her to call her.

It's not ideal. She can't even understand how she's here, to begin with...but she does understand this whole place is still entirely foreign to her. It's not like Shinjuku at all, so...it leads her to investigate a little.

Today, Beethoven Bowling gets that treatment. It's a place she genuinely can't figure out. What's the point of it? Besides the food, which she's been taking advantage of. But those machines setting up the...the little cones? The balls far too heavy to lift? What is it all?

You can find Lopmon either climbing on the ball-return machine, peering at it and trying to understand where the balls come from, or...uh, strolling down the lane. And then slipping with a shout. And just...sliding...and sliding...ohh, this bunny got a strike!

Her dignity has taken such a nosedive, in the past several weeks.

And...in all her time here so far, she hasn't looked in that "tattoo shop." She doesn't even know what those are, so. Might as well? Lopmon can be found poking around Tattoo On You, poking the applicators and frowning at them. ]

What sort of weapon is this...? [ Raises it, closes one eye, aims at the wall...!! ...Nothing. It just vibrates. ] It doesn't shoot anything...though I suppose that's a blessing.