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pleasureislanders) wrote2020-05-02 07:18 am
pleasureislanders) wrote2020-05-02 07:18 am
ADVENTURERS CLUB TEST DRIVE
Kungaloosh, potential players, and welcome to the Adventurers Club test drive meme! This test drive will remain open until the opening of the round on June 21st.
Adventurers Club is open to Disney and Disney-owned characters only, and the same goes here. Feel free to test around characters you might wish to app, or just character options in general! If you have any questions, please feel free to consult our FAQ here. Please also list your character's name (canon also recommended) in the header of your top-level prompt.
Participating in the test drive does not guarantee you a spot in the game, nor does it represent a commitment to join. If you just want to have fun with us, go right on ahead! If you do decide on joining us, however, comments and threads from the test drive may be used in lieu of a writing sample on the application.
With that in mind, here are some possible prompts to get you started! Feel free to come up with your own as well.
1. Kungaloosh!
You find yourself awakening in a very ornate bed in a rustic room of your own, regardless of whether or not you actually went to sleep beforehand. It's not a place you're familiar with at all, which makes your appearance here all the more suspicious. Whoever put you here clearly knows who you are, however, given the short bio and portrait of you in the main foyer...propped up alongside several other faces you may or may not recognize.
That's right, did we mention you're not alone? Perhaps you'll enjoy meeting each other over this fantastic cocktail hour!
2. Adventure Is Out There!
The Adventurers Club might not be to your taste, but someone clearly put effort into decorating. Reeking of British-era colonialism, the club is filled with artifacts and photographs from various explorations. Amongst some of the rooms you'll have open to you are The Library, The Mask Room, The Zebra Mezzanine, The Treasure Room and...The Boudoir Shop.
Alternatively, feel free to come up with your own room and setting ideas! This is non-canon, after all.
3. Life Is Quite Absurd!
Pleasure Island is well-known across the world for it's celebrations, and though you might be here for...murder purposes, you gents are no exception. For you see, every night on Pleasure Island is New Year's Eve, and thus it is only fitting that we have a New Year's Eve masquerade ball!
Perfectly fitting formal clothing tailored to your character, as well as masks, have been delivered to your room. The normally boorish-lounge has been redecorated to have a semblance of class, complete with hors d'oeuvres and an open bar. For once, your mind seems to have been taken away from murder and madness. Come count down to the stroke of midnight, have a drink, and forget your worries.
...unless you decide to make opportunity of the fact that everyone is gathered in one place.
4. And Death's The Final Word!
A body has been discovered! This week, that body belongs to one Marvin Acme, who may or may not have been murdered due to a a sinister plot involving freeways and Dip. Still, you've been tasked with investigating the crime and piecing together clues before the inevitable trial. After all, the alternative doesn't...end well for you.
Alternatively, feel free to play out scenarios involving trials or murders in which your character is directly responsible.
5. The Backside of Water!
Wildcard Prompt! Anything else you'd like to play? Live your dreams!
Darkwing Duck | dripwang dick | dopewig dork | dankweed dip | i'll be here all night
[Right, so, there are two ways to go about this. Drake is just a mild-mannered homebody, and this is clearly a daring mystery, right? So, tuck Drake aside for now--which is all well and good, because he doesn't seem to have any normal clothes, had his cape tucked around him like a blanket, and his hat was hung up on a lamp. His make has remained firmly in place, thankfully! So, no kidnapping dastards have sought to reveal his True Identity.
No gas on him, which is a shame, but he still busts out of his room dramatically like he's here to save the day.]
I am the terror that flaps in the--heyyyy, wait a minute. Where are all the bad guys to make my entrance to? Sheesh, honestly, this is the nicest kidnapping I've ever had.
[Later, you might find your Daring Duck of Mystery being a little frantic in the foyer. Does anyone have a pen? A marker??? Until he's done, if you try to interrupt him in the act, he's going to unconvincingly act like nothing's wrong while standing immovably in front of one of the portraits. If you wait until he's gone to investigate, it's a bio of some guy named Drake Mallard that you definitely haven't met yet, and a few of the details have been blacked out with marker. There also doesn't seem to be a portrait of that dashingly handsome masked vigilante, either.
No One Will Ever Suspect!]
master of surprise
[There is no reason that he's in the Treasure Room first in his explorations other than he just happened to go there first. There are no other reasons. He is not salivating over some of said treasures. There are no plans to pilfer any of them, because that would be stealing. Which is a crime.
Isn't that right, Darkwing.
The Mask Room gets a onceover, and he is very much not at all unsettled by the...walls of masks. He's a hero. A hero would not get spooked by--]
You ever get the feeling that you're being watched?
[--walls and walls of masks that all feel like they're looking at him. Nothing of value/interest seems to be here...until he peers at a mask too closely and it laughs at him. He's out of there so fast he might as well leave a smoke impression of himself in his wake BYE.
He comes across a framed parchment at some point upon which is written, apparently, The Club Creed. DW gives it a quick read, rubbing his chin.]
I think this Pleasure fellow would've gotten on fabulously with a certain other adventuring duck I know. Wonder if Scrooge is a member...
who's that cunning mind behind the shadowy disguise
[A murder most foul! (Or, perhaps, FOWL.) Finally, Darkwing feels like he's in his element. With a sweep of his cape, he holds an arm out to anyone nearby.]
Stay back, everyone! Let the detective check out the scene of the crime.
[He doesn't have all (or any) of his gear that he might use--no dusting for fingerprints or analyzing data through computers. But that's fine. He can do down and dirty hands-on work. He was made for this. But even he might admit..........well. Not defeat. He's never defeated. But he could, possibly, be so gracious as to allow some of the civilians to assist with some of the footwork. Insofar as finding clues.
He's actually not terrible at delegating work if anyone sticks around to listen to his condescending pandering long enough, but still. Definitely condescending.]
We all need to work together and gather up all the clues we can so I can suss out the murderer in our midst. Be careful, everyone! It could be any one of us!
nobody knows for sure but bad guys are out of luck CUZ HERE COMES-
[WILDCARD OPTION BAYBEEEEEE maybe muse on how he just shows up to the masquerade in the same outfit bc built in mask or try to off him during fireworks god knows he deserves it catch him in the shop or the library or whatever y'all want]
Masks
his entire lifesince he got here but that's not gonna stop him from huffing and firing off a snotty little remark.]Yeah, I'll bet you fit right in with these... pleasure seeking deviants.
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foyer
[Is this a bit? It seems like the setup for a bit. He's just gonna roll with it. Roger fishes into the general area of an interior breast pocket on his overalls, dramatically producing-]
RIGHT HERE!
[-absolutely nothing. For a second, he looks at his own empty hand in confusion.]
Uh- hang on, one second-
[And now returning to the possibly non-literal interior pocket, fishing desperately for something, anything. What SHOULD be happening is an amusing stream of non-pen items, maybe a lit stick of dynamite. Nothing might be funny in some situations, but this just feels wrong.]
This never happens, I swear.
[Must be performance anxiety? Either way, his arm has now stretched down the entire length of one pant leg, fingertips questing feebly around the top of his own foot.]
[This is just sad, even for him.]
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bursting out of the room
[That is, uh. A human woman. If Mr. Darkwing Duck has a concept of humans? But yeah she doesn't seem too perturbed by a duck in a costume coming into the hallway. She, for one, is leaning on a closed door about a yard down and across, arms crossed, nose scrunched in thought.]
And a lot less fire and brimstone, but that might just be my personal experience. What about you? What's the usual MO in your opinion?
shadowy disguise
[Honest John has known Darkwing Duck for at least three weeks now. He has never once gotten that name right. Nor would he care to get it right.
That being said, he's right. It could be any one of them! It was, however, definitely not him. He's as honest as they come! Nobody needs to question his whereabouts last night. At all.]
So! Clues we shall find, then. Where shall we start, Dreadwing?
[He gives Darkwing an enthusiastic pat on the back for emphasis! It's worth nothing that he has dipped the fingers of his gloves into a bit of Marvin Acme's blood, casually planting "evidence" on that bright purple suit. Shortly thereafter, he sleight-of-hands his bloody gloves into his leftmost pocket...and equips a clean pair from his rightmost pocket.
The duck would make a fine patsy.]
Aladdin | ... Aladdin (but like on broadway)
[Aladdin's quick to run out of his room and start looking for an explanation to this. Magic? Probably? It's probably magic. Not like that makes it any easier to understand. As he explores, he calls out loudly in every direction,]
Hello? Genie? [is this a prank] Anyone?
[He does get distracted when he reaches the foyer and its lineup of portraits, especially when he happens upon his own. While he's currently dressed for his own wedding, his portrait for some reason shows him in the clothes he used to wear. Along with the short bio and everything else, this just keeps getting more confusing. Still, it's kinda cool to see a portrait of himself.]
Huh.
[And if someone else is nearby and notices him lingering, he might explain,]
That's me.
[Like it isn't obvious???]
II. treasure room
[Sure, he promised Babkak, Omar, and Kassim that he'd stop stealing. Also, he promised that to the memory of his dead mother. And yes, he promised himself the lamp would be the last thing he'd steal. And yeah, he definitely doesn't need to steal anymore considering everything that happened to him. But still that doesn't make the treasure room any less tempting, even if it's more out of curiosity than necessity now.
And this is a lot of treasure. Not as much as the Cave of Wonders obviously, but it's impressive nonetheless. Aladdin tentatively picks up a gold necklace to examine it, then sets it down once he's sure the whole place isn't going to collapse or something like that. Better safe than sorry at this point. He looks around the rest of the room, taking it all in.]
Guess whoever owns this place never heard of wealth redistribution.
III. masquerade
[How did they get the Sultan's clothes here and why is there also a matching mask now. He opts to stick with what he was wearing before, since it's fancy enough. Plus he still feels... strange wearing all that, not quite ready. And when he'd been wearing it, he'd been preparing himself to lie for the rest of his life and also that's when Jafar stole the lamp from him so all around, not a great experience.
The mask seems sorta maybe important, though, so he does wear that as he nibbles on food and wishes he could, well, wish he wasn't here.]
Do you think there's a reason they gave us masks? Cause we all know who everyone is and there's the portraits... Or- Wait. Are they magic masks? Do you not know who I am?
Treasure Room
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masquerade
[Roger's here, in a bright red tuxedo and- that sure is a mask of something.]
[He pauses and thinks for a moment before continuing on.]
...You're Happy, right? BIG fan of your work.
[Swing and a miss.]
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Treasure Room
[Patsy's just kind of picking through the trove, not terribly tempted to try anything on like some other cat-themed women who brainwash people to do her bidding. But it's still really cool to look at! Like this collar-esque thing.
Also, she has eyes, and Aladdin is a pretty man. Sue her.]
Oh geez, what animal would even stand to wear this for longer than five seconds...
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another treasure room prompt
[Exactly two seconds after Aladdin sets that necklace down, John swoops in and grabs it with the crook of his cane. Pulling his cane back to himself, John takes the necklace off the cane and inspects it closely.]
After all, we are hostages, are we not? I would think honor amongst thieves hardly applies!
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Roger Rabbit | That One Movie With His Name In The Title?
[Are you still tired at all after your mysterious wakeup? Well, it's probably not going to last very long, because bursting out of one of the rooms is- well, honestly, it's a shrieking bundle of tangled bedsheets and assorted bits of bedroom furniture. The contents appear to be flailing, as much as can be judged. It takes a panicked step into the hallway, and promptly tumbles ass over teakettle into the opposite wall with a solid thump before sliding to the floor in a small cloud of tweeting birds.]
Cut! CUT!
[Later on- probably a depressingly long time later, actually- Roger's successfully escaped or been removed from his cocoon prison and has made it to the foyer. And he's set off all the songs accompanying the biographies.]
[Every single one.]
[Somehow, it's a surprisingly catchy if horrifically discordant mix. At least at first. Roger's dashing around the room repeatedly hitting the buttons- whether this is an effort to stop the noise or keep it going isn't clear. What is obvious is that this is an acoustic plate-spinning act that's slowly getting out of control and is, sooner or later, going to come crashing down on everyone involved and probably a few people who aren't.]
»time for you and joy to get acquainted«
GANGWAY-!
[Your "Quiet, Please" signs have no power here, it seems. Roger is pelting headlong across the library, toting an impossibly high stack of books in an effort to stop its rapid tilting; a valiant effort to pit momentum against gravity, really.]
I got it, I GOT IT-!
[He might have actually succeeded in stabilizing the whole mess if he'd remembered the wall. There's a fairly calamitous crashing followed by a moment of blessed silence as the stack of books -and quite a few on the shelf that stopped Roger's headlong sprint- collapse into a ruined heap.]
[One long beat later, Roger's head pops out from the top of the heap, spitting out a small paperback.]
Hoo, my first grade teacher was right, reading really makes an impac-
[And, in accordance with narrative law, that's when the last paving slab of a book falls and pancakes dear sweet Roger.]
[Its title is, of course, Gravitation.]
»make life worthwhile«
No, no no no no!
[That sure is a dead body. Roger's- definitely not handling it well, putting it mildly. He looks about ready to fall apart, possibly literally.]
Not again-! I DIDN'T DO IT, I SWEAR!
»come on and smile, darn ya, smile«
[Wildcard, choose your own shenanigans.]
make life worthwhile
What she isn't okay with is Roger's reaction and she immediately looks at him with suspicion.]
Look, buddy, I'm not sure how your planets deal with murders, but usually saying "not again" and then shouting that you didn't do it is not a great way to convince others that you didn't kill this guy.
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Make Life Worthwhile
[Ah, that's right, they were both from...the same place? Right, yes. And they were acquainted, at the very least - to put it politely. (The row over certain activities with Roger's wife still rings in her ears from a couple days ago.) Patsy comes over to kneel down to his level, carefully setting aside the yellow dish gloves she had been using in her investigation. He doesn't need to see brain matter on them, it's fine.]
Hey, hey, it's...well, it's not alright, but...can you listen to me for a sec? I'm gonna need you to breathe, and slowly, okay?
[Calm him down. Get him to think clearly. He doesn't need to investigate if that's too hard for him but if he is innocent - and Patsy wants to believe he is - then panic is only going to paint a giant target on his back.]
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time for you and joy to get acquainted
No, wait, let me- hey, d'you mind slowing down-? I just wanna help-!
[Kronk's wide shoulders hike up to his mountainous neck in a pained wince upon witnessing the nasty impact the rabbit makes against the wall. What little relief he finds in seeing Roger's head pop out of the pile is quickly quashed by the cruel, cruel machinations of comedic timing and the laws of physics working in tandem.]
Oh, why did it have to be hardcover... [Kronk bemoans to himself, trying his damndest to step around the scattered books while still remaining firmly within "worried hovering" distance to Roger, cautiously lifting the book from his head.] ...hey, uh... y'alright there, little fella?
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Patsy Walker | Patsy Walker aka Hellcat (2016) | Gotta love redundancy!!!
Oh, hell no.
[There's a rather frowny-looking redhead staring at the portrait of herself in the foyer. It...is her, for sure, but more like if she'd sat for it in the mid 40's, with a big smile and perfectly coiffed hair and everything. Compared to the 30-something in rumpled pajamas, you could almost say that this woman and her portrait are from two totally different worlds.]
Being kidnapped is awful enough, but my senior high school photo? Really? Ugh...
[Can she turn the portrait around, is that possible? She's going to try, completely ignoring the bio underneath.]
I hated that stupid dress, it was so itchy but nooo, you have to wear it for the brand, Patsy...
2 - How do you shop without cash while also being held captive, asking for a cat
[So what's a Boudoir Shop anyway? Patsy wants to know, seeing as she's stuck here for the immediate future.]
Isn't a boudoir a fancy word for a girl's bedroom or whatever...?
[Some of the stuff seems like it'd be fancy, like racks of cigars and shelves of selectively placed alcohols of different shades, but other things are kitschy as heck, like boxed sets to "Build Your Own Boudoir" in miniature, felt animal puppets, and some silly hats. These are what Patsy lingers on the longest, a sly grin curling up onto her face.]
Aw, why not, who'd judge me?
[So now, perched atop that bright red hair, is a leopard-print hat with cat ears on it. Patsy chuckles to herself as she continues perusing the shop, but, uh, gosh. This is just silly.]
3 - Like a high school prom but BETTER
WOOOOOOO, LET'S GET IT STARTED!
[Patsy is, uh. Well, she's dressed and masked befitting the nature of the event, but she's also had about three of those fancy fizzy drinks and has taken to heart the idea that cutting loose and having fun can and will distract you from all concerns, worries, and potential panic attacks over your possible death.
Also, you? Yes you, right there, you look like you're in need of a dance partner. Patsy sweeps in with a surprising modicum of grace and takes your hand as a song starts up.]
Hey, come on, don't be such a stick in the mud! [She leans close, a glint of mischief in those eyes.] Heh, maybe they'll play this song twenty-one times like that one joke, wouldn't that be hysterical?
[Are you going to humor her, or try to get Patsy to sit down and sober up a little bit?]
4 - Suddenly all that life experience fighting crime proves useful
Poor Marvin...
[He hadn't been all that bad a fellow, in Patsy's opinion. Maybe a little old-fashioned, for sure, but when you grow up in Centerville, your whole tiny world is old-fashioned compared to what lies beyond. Still, a crime is a crime, and she hadn't earned the name Hellcat by doing nothing.
(Well. Technically, she put on a suit and went hey, that'll be my cook super hero name, but eh, details.)
Patsy's obtained some yellow rubber gloves from the kitchen area, meant for doing dishes, so she can examine the body without leaving prints or touching something that one may not want to touch. Like, the splattered and crushed pulp of a head bludgeoned by a falling safe, for instance.]
How did someone even rig a safe to fall in here...? Must've been pretty strong to even move it into the room to begin with...
all that life experience fighting crime
So... basically you’re saying we better keep an eye out for someone with enough muscle on ‘em to lug a big hunk of metal like that around without a lot of issue, right?
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"Honest" John Worthington Foulfellow } Pinocchio
[John Worthington Foulfellow is a greedy and lecherous creature of habit. Even in a highly stressful situation of murder and intrigue, "Honest" John is out to make a quick buck. That nature is masked for the most part by a layer of charm, but he's still out to scam others when the opportunity presents itself.]
Ah, you there! Care for a game of chance?
[If you're walking through the foyer today by your lonesome, John will be calling out to you. He's set up a milk bottle game in the corner, stacking three metal milk bottles into a pyramid. A table of assorted selection of prizes (a few assorted knickknacks, along with a regain or two you might recognize) is set up by the game to help entice prospective players.]
Nothing could be easier! Simply knock over all of the bottles using the three softballs I've provided, and you'll win a prize of your choice! Your entry fee is a mere two tokens. However, being the generous fox I am, I'll also accept payment in the form of any trinket you have that is of interest to me.
[Little do you know that the bottom rightmost bottle is filled with lead and the three softballs have an extra emphasis on "soft" - they're filled with beads to lower your chances.]
II. killing time
[There's very little of interest to John otherwise - especially once he realizes that some of these other suckers are on to his tricks. It leaves him bored, and a bored J. Worthington Foulfellow is a dangerous thing.
Occasionally, you'll find him pilfering from the treasure room. It's nothing too overt - a stolen diamond here, a pilfered necklace there...all tucked into his pants pockets quite stealthily. If you have your own valuables in an unprotected spot, you might find them disappearing as well. John is quite the pickpocket!
Most other things inspire little interest from him, but he's especially disgusted by the boudoir room.]
My, a literal pig must be running this whole affair! Such a lack of respect for the womenfolk amongst us, wouldn't you agree?
[Said while casually stealing a piece of lingerie.]
III. wildcard
[punch him in the face]
games of chance
[Except the one lucky break when playing that baseball game back in--hey wait a minute, speaking of which. Chicken Little's attention once properly focused on the table of knick-knacks causes his eyes to widen when he recognizes something being offered there.]
H--Hey, where did you get that?
[He asks, pointing to a baseball uniform on the table. It's labeled for a team in the city of "Oakey Oaks", and looks like it would be in Chicken Little's size, along with the baseball glove accompanying it...]
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marnie piper | halloweentown 2: electric boogaloo
[cromwells normally just get in trouble on halloweens. clearly, forcing the portal open has had some unintended consequences.
even if the room she woke up in is way cooler than her own room, it's still not her room. it's also not her grandma's house. the place she's in doesn't seem to be the mortal world or Halloweentown - but, what else was there?
okay, Marnie. don't panic. you can figure this out - oh WOW that is. a portrait of her. one she did not. ever sit for...]
... Kal, if you're behind this--
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[normally, Marnie would be all up in celebrating, even if New Year's isn't really in her top tier list of holidays. but, as gorgeous as the sparkling maroon gown that shows up in her room is... there's a mask. simple, but feathered. and the list of things she's willing to Deal With right now does not include "being turned into a giant purple chicken."
she's carrying it with her, in case it ends up being important or something. but, she's not interested in wearing it.]
I'm... not really into masks, right now. [she's onto your fUCKING SHIT, KAL]
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Yeah, I'm not... really gonna wear mine either, since it doesn't fit well with my glasses.
[and also on account of... being a chicken, literally everyone can tell it's chicken little even if he was wearing a mask]
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Kronk - The Emperor’s New Groove
[Given the nature of your arrival here, you’ve probably got a whole mess of questions swimming around in your head right about now. ...and the huge dude doing High Knees in the hallway must only be adding more to the pile. My condolences.]
One! Two-three-four... One! Two-three-four... Whoo-! Alright... [Kronk cracks his neck and slaps his hands against the wall to start stretching his calves after the workout, giving a short wave as you walk by him. ...sure seems chipper for somebody who’s been spirited away to a strange place in the middle of the night.] Mornin’ there, neighbor! Just getting an early exercise in. Care to join, or’re you just passing through?
2. library
[With the strained look on his face and the way he's turning himself around in circles to scan the surroundings, Kronk seems pretty overwhelmed attempting to take in the massive selection on display in the towering bookshelves of the library. ...since he's hitting a dead end simply staring down the shelves, he decides to focus his search instead on finding a person who might be more familiar with navigating the layout than he is. ...which, if you happen to be reading a book at the moment, that’d be you. He’s approaching you.]
Hey, uh- ‘scuse me, sorry to interrupt, but d’you know where I could get my hands on a good birding book around here? [He asks- in a low voice, mindful of the location.]
3. masquerade
[Allegedly, the purpose of a masquerade ball is to keep its participants’ identities anonymous... but you’d be hard-pressed to miss Kronk in a crowd, disguised or not. ...heck, if nothing else, that squirrel eye-mask makes it easier to tell it’s still him under that fancy be-pantsed gold-embroidered ensemble he’s rocking.]
[You can currently find him hovering over the hors d'oeuvres, with a genuine sense of reverence reverberating throughout his body language and an awed look in his eyes, focused singularly on the single cucumber canapé pinched delicately betwixt his thumb and pointer finger.]
Oh wow... check out the construction on these babies...! It’s beautiful. I tell ya, there’s nothing better in this world than when you can see all the thought that a chef's put in to even the tiniest morsel they're making... that’s how you really know they respect the craft.
[...that’s a very flattering yelp review, but he should probably try a bite before giving this place five stars for presentation alone.]
masquerade
Regardless, when she hears her assistant waxing poetic over a canapé, she reaches forward and snatches it out of his hand with two long, bony fingers, her face twisted in a scowl.]
You can admire their construction all you want after you do your job. Or have you forgotten my plan already?
[Yes, of course Yzma is one of the ones planning to take advantage of everyone congregating in one place. After all, the easiest way to assure her survival is to kill off the entire competition before they decide the little old lady is an easy target.]
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Kaia | Motorcity
[ Sometimes you have to just roll with the punches. One day you're living normally in nature, the next you're living in... very different nature, to say the least. So for now, catch this very tall and scary-looking green lady in a gas mask just sort of... idly looking over the walls. ]
Not enough lasers to be Kane, not enough The Duke to be The Duke... new gang in town, maybe?
[ Oh hey there, other person! Time for some pleasantries or introductions or- ]
You. Where were you before this?
[ Or that! ]
3. masquerade
[ Well, luckily for her, Kaia already comes with a mask! Someone might argue it's against the spirit of the event to show up in the kind of mask she wears, but she doesn't exactly foresee anyone arguing with her too much, you know?
Catch her near the food and drink tables, side-eyeing anyone taking food. ]
You have a lot of faith that that's not poisoned, huh?
5. wildcard!
[ neither of those work for ya? come at me with something else! hit me up by pm if you'd like to Plan something. ]
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That's why his only response with a mouthful of food and hands full of chips is a simple:]
Yes.
[Before returning to his work.]
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X-23 | X-Men: Evolution
[ So like. For the most part, people react in certain ways to this kind of thing! Panic, curiosity, you know - usual things! And they do it in certain ways, express it in certain ways-
Generally those ways don't include climbing up the walls and running around near the ceiling? Probably? And yet! Here she is, dear X-23, doing just that! Though if you do spot her, she won't run away from you! Instead she'll uh. Jump down in front of you, apparently sliding a knife out of her sleeve? That's a normal thing for sure! It's hard to see exactly where it came from, given it's now pointed at you! ]
Where are we? Who are you?
[ Just a really normal first day encounter! ]
2. The library
[ As time wears on, X-23's drive to like. Threaten to stab everyone else trapped in here with her does actually lessen! Which is good for her. But she also doesn't exactly go out of her way to reach out to anyone.
But if you show up to the library pretty late at night, you might see her actually just. Sitting in a chair (for a very loose definition of "sitting," anyway), looking through a copy of... a book of folk tales, it looks like? There's a weirdly soft look on her face, but it vanishes the second she notices another person in the room. ]
What are you doing here?
[ It has... at least less of the bite of her normal tone? That's the closest you're getting to an emotionally open and non-hostile prompt on a TDM. ]
5. wildcard!
[ Anything else you wanna do? Lemme know, either here or by pm! ]
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I don't know! I was just looking for the kitchen and I ended up here!
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Bill Cipher | Gravity Falls
Hey! I wanna speak to the manager! Or at the very least someone paid to lick customers' boots! This is libel and I will not stand for it!
[A portly man in a garish yellow suit is standing by the bios, screaming for attention.]
I was not, quite, "repeatedly outwitted by a pair of tweens," unquote! This is a gross misinterpretation of events and I demand recompense! Satisfaction! Several other large words!
Adventure is Out There
[The Treasure Room has seen a small modification today. A sign has been placed at the entrance, reading "Swimming Pit, admissions fee negotiable."]
[Bill has set himself up in a reclining lawn chair in front of the doorway, lounging in an antique-looking one piece swimsuit. A handwritten nametag declares him "lifeguard on duty".]
Hey, hey! You wanna go in, you gotta pay like everyone else, sorry not sorry. It's policy, my hands are tied, really."
And Death's the Final Word
Ha! Nice splatter pattern.
[Aren't you glad Bill's here to help with this crime scene? I bet you are.]
Guess he wasn't feeling very SAFE.
Get it? Cause his head's crushed.
Under a safe. Classic!
[It's good to find time to laugh in a dark situation, right? Or cackle maniacally.]
It's funny because human existence is terrible.
Wildcard
[Get weird, you know you want to.]
adventure is out there
[Totally not subtle about grabbing some gold from the pile and offering it to Bill.]
A thing for you! Yes!
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dr. doofenshmirtz | phineas & ferb
[Dr. Doofenshmirtz has been holed up in the laboratory almost all day. Whenever you pass by the door, strange construction noises can be heard coming from inside. Hammering, drilling, occasionally the sound of a squeaky toy...you know, regular building materials.
If you peer inside the room, you'll see the doctor hunched over the workshop table, making something that looks like...a big remote? He perks up at the sound of the door opening, grinning widely and spinning around in his chair.]
Ah, Perry the Platypus! You're just in time to see--
[When he catches a glimpse of the person standing in the doorway, his excited expression turns sour as he scowls and crosses his arms.]
Ehhh. Right. You're not Perry the Platypus.
ii. life is quite absurd!
Tiny sandwiches? Can this place get any better?
[Doofenshmirtz helps himself to one or two--or three--tiny hors d'oeuvres and attempts to shove them into his mouth. Alas, he's wearing a plague doctor mask and cannot actually eat them. After struggling for a few moments, he decides to simply slip the food into his pockets. The food is doomed to be forgotten until laundry day, where he'll wash his lab coat and wonder why there are stains on the cloth.
He taps the side of his mask, looking thoughtful as he watches the crowd mingle among themselves. After a few moments, he pipes up in an excited tone.]
You know, this would be a great place to try out one of my latest inventions, the Party-Crashinator! [A beat.] Of course, I don't have it on hand, but this would be the perfect testing grounds!
iii. and death's the final word!
Oh, ew!
[Doofenshmirtz shrinks at the sight of the man crushed under the safe. Despite everything, however, he still look far more exasperated than he looks disgusted. He never doubted that someone would be willing to kill for something as petty as money--after all, he's committed worse atrocities over more petty things, but he does have a few complaints.]
C'mon, have some consideration for others! [He waves his arms in an frantic manner.] If you're at least going to kill someone, clean up after yourself! Or make an -inator that'll do it for you!
[Clearly, he's much more upset about Improper Villain Practices than the actual death at hand.]
iv. wildcard
[ hmu with whatever ideas ya got ]
adventure!
[And then she turns into a purple platypus, as if that were a totally normal thing that people do.]
adventure
HI I'M DAISY | Super Mario Bros Movie
[So
This wasn’t the first time Daisy had found herself in a weird possibly dystopian world against her will.
But at least that time she is aware of how it happened. Waking up in a strange bed in a strange place did nothing but immediately put her on edge.
She tries the door and, surprised that it’s actually unlocked, decides to venture out. Not before looking around her room one last time for anything that could be used as a weapon
Which turned out to be a desk lamp. Well… it’s something.
Wielding the lamp like a baseball bat, she cautiously scours the hallways for any clues or anyone else in this building.
Try not to sneak up on her.]
3. Life Is Quite Absurd!
[Daisy was never the kind of person who enjoyed fancy dress up, and when she sees what looks to be a fancy outfit delivered to her room, she dreads the worst.
After some hesitation, she is instantly relieved to find out that it was a simple pair of black slacks, a short sleeved dress shirt, and a neutral colored vest (and an extravagant mask of course). Simple and comfortable, that’s all she wanted.
She does show up at the party, but she spends most of her time awkwardly sipping a glass of wine and people watching. She knew she should be having fun, but it was hard to do so when she knew they were all here for some sort of murder game. For the life of her, she couldn’t imagine how anyone could have this kind of fun right now.
Eventually, Daisy looks aside to the person closest to her, and speaks up. Half to herself.]
You’d think this is all just a game to whoever’s keeping us here...
4. And Death's The Final Word!
[Daisy absolutely hated this.
She hated having been torn from her world just after coming to terms with her ancestry, she hated that she and a bunch of (mostly) innocent strangers being forced to participate in some sick bloodbath, and she hated that she is supposed to accuse someone in this room of murder for someone else’s sick enjoyment.
But she knew she couldn’t just sit in the corner and sulk about it. She was not only a princess, but someone who had strong beliefs about justice, and she can’t not participate in helping to find the murderer.
And… well…]
As much as I hate to say this, is there anyone in this room who wouldn’t hate this guy enough to want to murder him? Even at his best he was really insufferable to talk to.
5. The Backside of Water!
[Feel free to hmu for a different prompt! My discord is Blankblankity #7335!]
Death's The Final Word
[He has actual popcorn, where did he get that.]
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Cassandra | Tangled: The Series
[Not the first time Cassandra's woken in a bed that wasn't her own, but it was definitely comfortable in a rustic sort of way. It's just not her bed. And this isn't her room, or the room she was staying in.
Was magic at work? Well, time would tell, as this dark-haired young woman stepped out into yet another interior she didn't recognize.]
...Definitely a kidnapping. Better not be another magic shell house.
[Be prepared to catch her either here, or over by the bios... where she seems to be none too pleased by her face and information up on a wall. She's trying to.... Yup, pry the information plate off the wall. With her fingers, because she woke up with none of the weapons she'd normally have.]
[B: Adventure is out there]
[Urge to stab something has lowered. Urge to fight has been tempered now that the rules have been made plain; they have to kill to escape this place, and well, that's not really an option anymore.
But there's still plenty to do, including look over the swath of artifacts and photographs positively littering this place. Everywhere Cass turns is something else.
She's bent over, examining a glass case with some kind of sword inside, of course. When she speaks her mind.]
Some of this has to be fake. There's no way one person could own this much, unless they were royalty.
[C: Life is quite absurd]
[Cassandra's had her share of parties as a handmaiden and lady-in-waiting. Not as a guest. And certainly not in a fancy outfit delivered to her - just a pair of nice pants and a dress shirt with collar. Comfy.
Better than squeezing into a corset any day of the week.
But even then, Cass isn't in the partying mood, especially now. But she visits the party, grabs a plate of snacks, and a piece of wall, and watches everything through her shimmering masquerade mask.
Eventually, she detaches from the wall, and finds someone nearby to gently pull into a conversation.]
When was the last time you saw a servant around here?
Adventure is out there
When Cass speaks up, Daisy exhales in a way that resembles a soft laugh.]
Could been owned by some asshole billionaire. There are plenty of them in the universe that I could see doing this.
[Maybe not King Koopa but that's at least partially thanks to how there is a huge lack of deevolution.]
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Foxy Loxy | Chicken Little | cw: brainwashing
[There's a whimper coming from one of the rooms, a low-pitched sound that finally ends when a blonde-haired fox pokes her head out.]
H-hello? Runt? Where arrrrrre you, loverboy?
girls gotta look good
[Foxy's found a room with makeup, and seems to be playing around with it. When she notices someone coming up from behind, her reaction is going to depend on whether they're a girl or a guy.]
[Girls:] Oh hi! Do you want some? There's plenty for all of us girls!
[Guys:] Ah! [She lets out a yelp and covers her face, before hurling one of the makeup bottles with surprising accuracy.] Don't look! I'm not done!
shrieking fox noises
[Well. That's certainly a dead body. And that's also Foxy simply dropping into a dead faint, though somehow right in the proper direction for someone to catch her.]
girls gotta look good
[Comes the panicked yelp from Chicken Little as he quickly ducks behind something nearby, just barely missing the make up bottle that comes whizzing past his head. It seems that even with what happened with the aliens, Foxy's still got a good throwing arm and he does not want to be on the wrong side of that.]
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