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. ]

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Comments

[acruelirony]

... The Junior Chipmunks...

[This is a lot to take in, particularly the concept of Kronk having to take pity on her. She hates that, thank you very much.]

But- if I turn into a kitten, then what happened- [Yzma pauses, and her expression darkens, her eyes narrowing and her hands balling into fists as she eyes Kronk.] - what happened to Kuzco?

[kuzcospoison]

...ah. Yeah. Him. Kuzco.

[Boy does Kronk not enjoy being saddled with the task of telling her he's more alive than he's supposed to be.]

He's, um... living with Pac- with the peasant. The peasant's family. Yep. That's what he's up to now.

[acruelirony]

[There's like, a solid three seconds or so where Yzma is so overwhelmed with rage that it looks like she may just start strangling Kronk then and there. But:]

... If he's living with the peasant, then he's not living at the palace. Which means he's not the emperor anymore. Right?

[kuzcospoison]

[Sensing the hostility, he starts shrinking away from Yzma, throwing in some literal hand wringing to the metaphorical kind that's already been happening.]

...I'd say that's a reasonable conclusion to come to given what I just said, yeah.

[The second he's done speaking, he bites his lip hoping she won't ask him to say any more than that.]

[acruelirony]

[For a second, that seems to satisfy her, and she nods decisively.]

Good. Then that means I-

Wait. If Kuzco's living in the village, then who's the emperor now? You already said you haven't seen me since I turned into a kitten. So either someone else has usurped my rightful throne, or...

[Aaaand the rage is boiling back up.]

[kuzcospoison]

[Yeah so Kronk's at the stress threshold where he can't stop himself from grinning and giggling out of sheer nerves, which is probably the worst thing he could be doing during this whole mess.]

W-wait- ohh wow, did I completely forget to mention Kuzco's uh... a little [Punctuated by pinching two fingers together, hoping it'll soften the blow.] more in power than you were planning on him being? Ha... whoops, feels like a big thing not to bring up in a conversation about the state of the empire, doesn't it? My mind's just all over the place today.

[acruelirony]

... Kronk... [Finally unable to hold her anger back anymore, Yzma grabs him by the front of his shirt and yanks him close, her face twisted into a snarl.] You absolute, bumbling fool- I knew I never should have trusted you with any-

Wait.

If the last thing you remember is Kuzco as the emperor, then that means your memory must have been tampered with, too. Yours is just a bit further ahead than mine. [Yzma's grimace turns into a cruel smile, and the sudden change of mood is almost worse than if she'd started shouting. She lets go of Kronk and turns around, beginning to pace around the room.] Yes... Don't you see? Those profiles in the other room- the music that accompanied them- I'm still destined to finally rule the empire without Kuzco in my way.

[RIP to Yzma for thinking a one-off song in an "its a wonderful life"-adjacent episode of the high school au of emperors new groove is a prophecy of the future]

[kuzcospoison]

[Kronk winces at the grasp, and braces himself for the incoming earful he expects to receive... only for it not to come. He's still stuck in that anticipation the entire time Yzma is talking, although his posture does tentatively relax once her hands are off him.]

You've got a point... not like I can disprove it. I mean, how'm I supposed to remember what I’d forget if I didn’t know I forgot it in the first place?

[He flashes something of a strained smile to punctuate the statement. And now he's... just gonna... try to slink back into the kitchen while she's pacing around. Humming a little tune to himself. Like the master of stealth he is.]