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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!
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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[That is probably not coherent to anyone who isn't Roger and definitely isn't helping his case.]
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[But more importantly.]
Whaddya mean "last time he died" anyway? He didn't look like a flarping undead monster to me.
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He was dead before I got here! I mean here, not HERE here, the judge dropped a safe on his head, but he got my boss to blackmail my Jessica inta' playing pattycake so everyone'd think I did it, but I didn't! He needed Acme outta the way so he could could buy Toon Town and build over it but then we proved the judge was the one that did it and he tried killing us all but Eddie was too tough for him and he got sprayed with his own dip which was pretty disgusting but then it turned out that the will was the love letter all along and everything worked out fine!
[someone please remind him to breathe before he goes father]
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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[He needs a paper bag. There are no paper bags.]
[Roger's just gonna yank off a glove and breathe into that, it's about the same thing, right? The way it's inflating and shrinking like a balloon might be a little worrying.]
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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[Plus it's funnier that way.]
I'm fine, fine! Fine. Oh h'lo Mister Krunk, when did your twin get here, you never mentioned having a brother.
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[Kronk gives a nervous chuckle as he turns to face him again, starting to pluck a few books from the stack to free Roger from the mound of literature.] ...there... wouldn’t happen to be a manual on how to treat a head injury in this pile, would there?
Make Life Worthwhile
[She peers down at the body, a little fascinated. She's seen dead bodies before, but they were usually skeletons at that point. And she made a point to avoid most funerals she got dragged to.]
Yeah, they'll string you up for this in two shakes of a fairy's tail. You're doomed.
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[...It doesn't work quite as well as usual, he's not so much inside the drawers as hanging halfway out of them, quivering and making the contents clatter.]
[But he's out of the way, ish. So if that was the intent, good effort?]