ADVENTURE IS OUT THERE...

[pleasureislanders]

The first thing you notice upon gaining consciousness is the smell. The air smells musty and woody, like the back corner of some forgotten tourist trap. As you stir yourself awake, you find yourself in a wicker bed with a soft sheet draped over you. The room’s walls are wood-paneled, and a nearby desk displays a digital clock reading “9 AM”. A singular potted plant provides the barest amount of decoration--though, the exact plant species differs between rooms. A note written in flowing cursive has been taped to your door.

MEETING IN THE LOBBY AT NOON
- G ♥
As you make your way out of your room, you’ll find yourself on a balcony overlooking a octagonal lobby below. Various artifacts and trophies decorate the club from top to bottom, cluttering the walls and any available surface. From here, you can clearly see that the marble floor of the lobby is decorated to look like a compass. Descending the stairs will reveal that, in addition to the artifacts mounted on the walls, several plaques have been put up detailing the lives of those trapped here--including you.

If you peer out the windows, you’ll see a tropical island sprawled out before you, overgrown with palm trees and shrubs. If you peer far enough above the treeline, you might even be able to see the ocean. No matter how hard you try, the front door is sealed shut and the windows seem impossible to break.

You've got until noon 'til the meeting happens. For now...enjoy the club, if you can.

[ OOC: Welcome to the Adventurers Club! We're so excited to have you here. This is the intro log--feel free to mingle on this post to your hearts content. At 6 PM EST, we'll be introducing the host! If you have any questions, feel free to direct them to the mods. ]

[ LOCATIONS | REGAINS | BIOS ]

Comments

[nobodylikesyouwhen]

[ Follows his eyes. Looks at Yzma's bio. Looks at some of the others. ]

There is a chicken here, so that seems right.

[nobodylikesyouwhen]

I know we've been kidnapped. I want to know why.

[dannydorito]

FOR FUN AND-OR PROFIT. Boy, these are easy. Gimme a hard one!

[diebartdie]

[Fiddlesticks and flimflam! Bob is already frustrated with this little man, and pulling a bottle of wine right out of his hands doesn't help matters. Still, he maintains some sense of poise, replacing his outward anger with a sharp tongue.]

Ah, yes. You have foiled me. I was planning on getting "liquored up" on an aged Chateau Lafitte. Your acute skills of deduction clearly cannot be matched.

[diebartdie]

Dinosaur woman. Fox. Chicken. Fairy tales and ignorance of the food chain abound.

[...he does have much more important things to do, however, so the question is clearly worth some pondering. Bob enjoys a good mystery.]

Much of these biographies assume individual notoriety, but no common thread that links us.

[dannydorito]

[Bill walks in, allegedly for the first time, and poorly feigns shock and dismay.]

Oh no, who could have done such a thing? How terrible.

Mixing a live one in with the mausoleum displays, rookie mistake, just awful.

[dannydorito]

Ah, you were pretty clever little Timmy, but I've got an eagle eye. I keep it in a jar, wanna see?

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Cassandra had smelled this sort of smell before, whether it was from her own bedroom in the castle, nestled down in its lower section, or the caravan she'd traveled in with Rapunzel and four guys. It was a calming smell, but she thought she left that smell behind the moment she left Corona on her own; her plan had been to actually sleep under the stars until she reached a town. So this smell... it throws her off. Enough that her eye peeks open, followed by the other eye. And then she's sitting up, because her mind starts to register that she doesn't remember even walking into an inn.

That gets Cassandra out of bed in a flash, gets her wandering out onto the balcony. This obviously wasn't a dream, but it sure felt that way, especially when she reached over her shoulder and found no sword there. No knife on her belt. No other knife in her shoe, no- Someone's there.

Quick as a flash, she whips around on whoever's entered her periphery, fists-up.]

Who's there?!

[After, hopefully, calming down, Cassandra ventures down to the lobby for further investigation, reacting to everything from the marble flooring, the items mounted on the walls around them... and of course, the bios.

You'll probably catch her pushing the button of her own bio, and standing there, slackjawed as her own voice starts to come out of the wall. Nope. Nu uh, she doesn't want this. How does she turn it off???

Probably not through pressing the button over and over, which she's doing.]

[diebartdie]

Yes. Please. Show me. I'm sure my ID will turn up in that jar as well.

[nobodylikesyouwhen]

[ She nods. ]

I'm used to people being after me, but... I'm not sure they're after the same thing with this random lady-in-waiting. Unless "truculent" means something that really changes up her profile.

[ ... She was trained for murder, not the SAT. ]

[nobodylikesyouwhen]

Yeah? Who do you know who kidnaps this many people for fun?

trophy room

[diebartdie]

[...this is incredibly awkward to walk in on. Especially when his profile outright admits he is an attempted murderer. So, he's going to just make a general announcement to anyone who might stumble in:]

For the record, I would like to clarify that this was not me.

balcony...... Here We Go

[nobodylikesyouwhen]

[ Having just hopped down from her position up on the wall, X-23 decides very quickly that the safe thing to do is to also drop into a combat stance! ]

Who's asking?

[diebartdie]

Nor do I doubt that much intrigues them about a lipsticked fox schoolgirl. There is certainly some merit in kidnapping royalty, but even then...

[He rolls his eyes.]

The whole thing burns with the sickening stench of amateurism.

[dannydorito]

Well, since you've been such a forthright, upstanding young lad-

[Bill reaches under the bar and produces a liquid-filled jar with a solid thunk.]

[It contains what is very clearly a single, partially-eaten cocktail onion floating sadly in brine. There's a toothpick through it, one of the faux-fancy plastic ones shaped like a sword.]

[nobodylikesyouwhen]

[ She relaxes a little, because... listen, she's used to dealing with people who are very much not amateurs. ]

Whoever they could get.

[ Ugh. Kidnapped by amateurs.....

However... She points to Cecil's profile. ]

Unless it's about... do you know him?

[dannydorito]

Hm- does it still count as kidnapping if you turn 'em to stone first and build furniture out of them after?

[diebartdie]

[Oh, that is. Hm.]

...your dedication to your shtick is both astounding and unnerving, and this is coming from a man who spends at least an hour every day getting his hair to look the way it does.

[diebartdie]

[Spoken dryer than most wines:]

No, it's mere coincidence that we share the last name and a penchant for failing criminal schemes. Obviously.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Huh, usually the people that want to fight her are way taller. This is a nice change.]

Me. Now how about you answer?

[She says, also in a combat stance.]

[dannydorito]

Your dedication to ridiculousness is admirable, Timmy.

[He's not sure what's more impressive, the curl or the palm-tree formation.]

But! This no quote-unquote schtick, I have here before you one certificate of authenticity!

[And with a flourish, he produces a bar napkin with "actual bird-thing eye, 100%" written in pen.]

[nobodylikesyouwhen]

[ Wow, she learns new things about genetics every day! ]

Right. I'm asking because the X gene carries in families, so... I guess the more obvious question is if you're a mutant, because that would explain the randomness.

[nobodylikesyouwhen]

[ ???? ]

Yes...?

Trophy Room

[saurasaland]

[Daisy just wanted to poke her head into this room, and really wanted to leave as soon as she saw all those poor dead animals.

But then she hears this idiot and she's just Got to know.]

... Aren't platypi normally brown?

[Platypuses? Platypeople?]

[nobodylikesyouwhen]

Then me. I'm here.

[ Well this is already off to a great start. ]