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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.
no subject
First of all, rude. Second of all, what's so deviant about pleasure so long as it's done in a manner that adheres to the letter of the law? [Gosalyn's learned a lot about the spirit of the law given how many loopholes she finds in his wording. It's an ongoing process.] A little adventuring's good for the soul! A little excitement, some treasure, get to meet some pals along the way...
Third of all, you must be a hoot at parties.
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.]
no subject
Seems we've all been stripped of our worldly possessions--save, of course, our modesty. [His kingdom for his ever handy and ever trustworthy gas gun!] Understandable, since who knows what any of us could have had on our persons that could have easily gotten us out of this predicament.
no subject
[What he's got, of course, is his own foot; a powerful yank to which flips him briefly through the air before landing heavily, flat on his back.]
[He raises a finger to gesticulate as Darkwing speaks.]
Yeah, and they took all our stuff too!
no subject
Aren't rabbit feet supposed to be lucky?
no subject
[Roger pulls himself to said feet with a small hop.]
I've had these feet every single time somethin' good's happened to me! When I got my job, and when I met my bea-UTIFUL wife, and those times I escaped execution, and that time I found a really, really shiny penny on the ground-
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.]