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

[doofenshmirtz]

Well, obviously it's not a regular platypus, it's not teal!

[He gestures towards the animal in an exasperated manner. He's about to follow up when he squints at Bill, assessing his appearance.]

....Wait, you're the guy with the obnoxious music in the lobby! Bill!

[Or...something. It's the only word that was ever said. Both of them can probably still hear it playing from the lobby.]

[dannydorito]

Oh, yeah, this one's definitely been Photoshopped.

[He beams a bit at the mention of his music.]

Correctamundo! The one and only. And lemme guess, you're the clown they hired to get this party started, right?

[Has he seen the bios yet or not? Maybe. Would it make a difference here? No.]

[doofenshmirtz]

[He lets out a laugh.]

Oh, I wish! But if I were the person in charge, I'd change up how this place was decorated. Like, instead of putting all these trophies on the walls, I'd place my valuable and extensive collection of inventions all around to intimidate visitors. Also, I wouldn't have any visitors. Period. Except for my nemesis on weekends, maybe, and the mailman so I can pick up my alimony check.

[A beat.]

Yeah, I have some major complaints about how this place is run. But, hey! Free food!

[dannydorito]

[An inventor, huh. Interesting.]

Oh gee, my mistake! You've got such an attention grabbing appearance, I just assumed! Oh well, you know what they say about assuming, guess I've made a real ass out of Ming, poor guy.

For what it's worth, I'd really pay to see you lay into the guys responsible all this, tell 'me how a real genius would run things.

[doofenshmirtz]

Woah, language! This is a kid's show, you know! I...I think there are kids here, at least.

[At least Doofenshmirtz seems receptive to being called a 'genius'. He puffs out his chest a little--which looks awkward due to his horrible back posture--and grins.]

Yeah, that's exactly what I plan to do once we see whoever this "G" is!

[dannydorito]

Oh I don't know, kids are gonna learn about donkeys someday! With all the inter-webs and YouPipes these days. Don't you think it's better they do so under the supervision of a responsible adult such as yourself?

[doofenshmirtz]

Hey, you're right!

[He scratches his chin, looking thoughtful.]

Maybe when I get home, I can tell my darling daughter Vanessa about this "Inter-web safety"!

[dannydorito]

Well don't she just sound like a peach. You better teach her AND all these kiddies here! I hear the inter-web may even have- and I don't want to cause a panic here, but I'm sure a guy of your intellect can handle it- but I hear tell that some parts of the webs have-

[He leans in for a conspiratorial whisper.]

MATERIALS OF SALACIOUS CONTENT. Shameful, really.

[doofenshmirtz]

[Gasp!]

Not materials of salacious content!

[His voice is just as squawky and high-pitched as any parrot.]

[dannydorito]

Some might even go so far as to call them lewd!

[This screechy littler inventor man is the gift that keeps on giving, who needs Ford Pines]

Just SITTING THERE, waiting to corrupt innocent little Vanessa!

[doofenshmirtz]

This cannot occur!

[An idea hits him, and he grins.]

That's it! I'll make an Interwebinator that'll destroy the internet as we know it!

[dannydorito]

Yes! Go! Fly! Save the people from themselves, you beautiful crazy diamond!

[doofenshmirtz]

Yes, yes! I will be humanity's scoooourgeeeee--

[...And, uh, there he goes off to another room. Bye, Bill.]

[dannydorito]

[Bill just watches him go with something resembling pride in his eye.]

[Cause however this falls out is going to be hilarious.]

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[doofenshmirtz]

[This is how the Internet's problems all get solved!]