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.

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Comments

[diebartdie]

[...should he take that as an insult.]

I must say that I've never had a question like that floated at me before. Given Cecil's taste for terrible wine and fencing of all things, I would be much quicker to pin that label on him.

[nobodylikesyouwhen]

[ No but maybe his "bad criminal" gene should.

She sighs. ]

Okay, if you don't know, then it's not that. Back to just random people, I guess.

[diebartdie]

At this point, I am more than willing to wager this is the work of Cecil.

[Narrowed eyelids.]

Amateurish. We are also, coincidentally, very fresh off the heels of him trying to frame me for a crime I did not commit.

[nobodylikesyouwhen]

Does he have the money to afford something like this?

[diebartdie]

Well, the crime was laundering millions of dollars.

[nobodylikesyouwhen]

Hm. I guess that would do it.

[ Thanks, criminal education, for teaching her what money laundering is but not what a genie is! She'll be so thankful later. ]

[diebartdie]

...I am, of course, implying that the rest of you are just decoys and this is directed at me specifically. Regardless.

[nobodylikesyouwhen]

Would he really kidnap royalty as decoys?

[diebartdie]

For the sheer purpose of vendetta, I absolutely believe that Cecil is that...

[As the kids would say:]

Extra.

[nobodylikesyouwhen]

What'd you do to him that he'd go to all this trouble for?

[diebartdie]

Aside from leaving him to drown in the shallow end of the gene pool? The man coveted my job like a fat slob covets donuts.

[nobodylikesyouwhen]

What kind of job?

[diebartdie]

...sidekick to [nyyyaaaauggghhhhh] one Krusty the Clown.

[nobodylikesyouwhen]

... A clown?

[diebartdie]

...yes. A degenerate and uneducated boozehound of a clown. A shameless excuse for childrens' entertainment, shredding their brainwaves and replacing them with capitalistic brainwashing.

Thankfully some of us have moved on from our careers in the television industry.

[nobodylikesyouwhen]

Oh.

[ ... ]

I've never seen any TV, but... I don't think I'd like that very much either. And he wanted</i that job?

[diebartdie]

Like a cat wants a mouse.

[nobodylikesyouwhen]

Why?

[ what the FUCK cecil??? ]

[diebartdie]

I suppose he craved the humiliation, pain, and utter and complete moral decay. He showed up to his audition in over-sized gloves and his weight in greasepaint.

[...]

Krusty chose me after I drove Cecil to his audition. I didn't even audition.

[nobodylikesyouwhen]

[ There's a lot to unpack here but X-23 is only vaguely aware of what a clown even is and so is perfectly equipped to dodge the suitcase. ]

Then... why did you take the job?

[ Mostly, anyway. ]

[diebartdie]

The opportunity to better the world.

The money certainly didn’t hurt the matter.