ADVENTURERS CLUB TEST DRIVE

[pleasureislanders]

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!

Comments

[kuzcospoison]

[Kronk, understandably, jolts at the sight of her- immediately feeling an awkward aura set in again as he has to once more interact with Yzma like no betrayal happened between them. ...he's tried to take this in stride along with everything else weird about this whole situation they're in, not even bothering to ask why she's suddenly a lot more human than she was when he last saw her... but boy is it hard not to think about it when he's being confronted by that mask.]

Oh! Uh... no. Nooo. Course I didn't! ...forget. The plan, I mean. That you came up with, what with all the steps and... planning, and whatnot.

[Okay, mayyybe it slipped his mind a little but that's different from forgetting. ...he remembers enough to know he doesn't want to go through with it, but... it's not like he can just SAY that. Unfortunately, his face is screaming "reluctance" loud enough that even the mask can't muffle it.]

[acruelirony]

... Krrrronk.

[She draws herself up to her full height to glare up at him, crushing the canapé to crumbs in her palm.

Unlike Kronk, Yzma has no memory of her time as a cat- the last thing she remembers before arriving here is fighting with Kuzco over those last two vials. She's all the more desperate to get back home because of it- the sooner she gets back, the better chance she has of damage control- dealing with Kuzco for good and taking her kingdom back.]

I have decided to forgive that little incident with the chandelier, so long as you don't fail me... again. Now, I will go over the plan one. More. Time.

FIRST, you pour this poison- [She lifts the vial and waves it in front of his face.] -into the punch bowl. Then someone takes a drink- and they turn into a whale! A great, big, ugly whale! And once they turn into a whale, they'll be too big to fit in the room, and they'll crush all the bystanders in this crowded room! And then the whale will die, leaving us the only two survivors of this whole wretched ordeal! It's brilliant, I tell you, BRILLIANT!

[Yzma throws her hands up in the air and cackles, as she is wont to do. Unfortunately, this is not her lab, and the room is, in fact, crowded. Quite a few people are glancing their way. She clears her throat and smooths her hair back, smiling in what is meant to be an appeasing manner.]

[kuzcospoison]

Ha-HA! That's great...! Really getting into the role there, Yzma! Love the energy you're bringing to it- I mean, all of us are in masks anyway! So why NOT have some fun pretending, huh!? [The volume of Kronk's voice gradually rises throughout the clumsy cover-up, each statement growing obviously less aimed at Yzma personally, becoming more of a thinly-veiled public address. Not helped by the fact he's just flat out facing the onlookers instead of her, at this point. ...look: He's Trying.]

[Needless to say, the ensuing silence drags on for an eternity. But surely enough- one by one, the eavesdropping guests turn around to ignore the whole scene playing out between the two. Most definitely out of secondhand embarrassment and not because anyone's stopped being suspicious of them.]

[As the last straggler looks away, Kronk slowly limbo leans back towards Yzma again, "covertly" whispering to her through clenched teeth.] ...ix-nay on the ale-whay. Ease-play.

[acruelirony]

[Yzma's fake smile only grows bigger and more mock-innocent as Kronk speaks, and she nods along to whatever the hell he says, her hands clasped together, the potion vile tucked away in an unseen pocket. The silence is palpable, as is the judgement of their fellow man.

Finally, the last person turns away, and through gritted teeth she hisses under her breath-]

The potion would be too diluted from the punch bowl anyway. New plan- I'll cut the lights and you stab everyone in the room.

[kuzcospoison]

[Kronk gives a sharp inhale, puffing his cheeks up before blowing the air out of his lips like a deflating balloon.]

You sure about that, because, uh... the last time I recall you asking me to stab a couple guys didn't turn out too great for the both of us... Might need to workshop it a bit more so it goes better this time around.

[acruelirony]

[She snarls, her hands coming up as if to wrap around Kronk's neck- she thinks better of it, balling her hands into fists.]

The plan is perfect- the only one who needs workshopping is you. You're the one who had a whole moral dilemma and started talking to yourself. What, do you want me to stab everyone? What do I pay you for?

[kuzcospoison]

Uh- you're on the right track...? [Sure, his suggestion would've been "no knives and nobody dies", but "let Yzma do the stabbing" is... kind of a compromise.]

Technically speaking, y'haven't been able to pay me since we showed up in this place... But that's fine, 'cause I was under the impression you valued my friendship more than my position as your hired muscle, anyway.

[acruelirony]

You- ... Oh, fine.

[Look, this isn't the time to unpack the complicated mess that is Yzma's reliance on Kronk despite his multiple betrayals and whether or not that means she has some begrudging affection for him in her cold, black heart. Now is the time for one of them to get stabby. Or poison-y. Or whatever.]

Ok, Kronk. You cut the lights- can you at least do that much?- and I kill everyone.

[If you want a job done right...]

[kuzcospoison]

Got it. [He whips around, seemingly ready to storm off in search of a lightswitch... Until he stops abruptly in his tracks not five feet away from Yzma, and quickly walks back to negotiate with her again.]

...one last thing. Does... it have to be in this room? Because... in the time it'd take to get all of 'em to bleed out, the stains'd definitely set into the carpet by that point. That'll be a nightmare to get out... not to mention a big shame to ruin such a lovely design that’s already so... criminally overlooked, on account of it being on the floor and all.

[acruelirony]

[She opens her mouth to argue- before pausing, tapping one long fingernail against her chin.]

Well... it would be a shame. But first we'd have to find a way to herd this whole crowd to another room... maybe set down some tarps... [Yzma shakes her head and waves her hand dismissively.] No, no, it's not worth it. You'll just have to really put your back into it when you scrub the floors later.

[When did cleaning this place become Kronk's responsibility? Oh well.]