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 ]

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[kuzcospoison]

[Well... this sure is a funky-smelling weird place Kronk's never been before. But... a change of scenery's always nice, right? Let's try to look on the bright side of things.]

[Long before the meeting commences, one can find Kronk in the Main Salon... not that it's hard to miss his presence there, as he gives a huge gasp at the sight of the place and immediately rushes back to the doorway to make a public announcement.]

Woah- hey guys, there's a kitchen! [He's leaning far out of the doorframe, waving excitedly and hollering loudly to address as many people in the building as possible.] I repeat: there is a kitchen! Kitchen spotted! [A discovery so amazing, he can't help but bounce up and down in glee.] Oh, and uh, if anybody's got any dietary restrictions, lemme know now, 'cause I think I'm gonna survey the area and see what I could whip up in a place like this!

[And with that, he promptly disappears into the kitchen, immediately opening as many doors and drawers in it that he possibly can. Including the fridge. Which he forgot to close in his excitement to sort through all the silverware.]

[After fully exhausting the kitchen's contents during his investigation, you'll see him around in the lobby, doing perfect posture push-ups next to the pool table. If you walk by him, he'll put a pause his exercise for a bit.]

Oh-! Sorry, am I in your way? I can move over, if you like.

Salon

[dannydorito]

[Well that's sure a thing.]

I've got a terrible allergy to anything made from animal, vegetable, or minerals. What kind of recipes you got for that, Flex?

[kuzcospoison]

Well... it's not exactly a recipe, but... might I recommend a nice, hearty glass of Non-Mineral Water?

[dannydorito]

...You absolute madman, that's genius. Has anyone ever told you that? Cause it's definitely something someone could say. You know, theoretically.

[kuzcospoison]

[Kronk takes Bill's praise as a go-ahead to open up a big ol' gallon of Distilled Water and pour him up a nice tall glass of it, placing it down on a wooden coaster in front of him.]

Actually, most folk I tell to hydrate just say "thanks for reminding me", none of 'em go so far as to call me a genius for it. [Or anything.]

main salon

[crudeforaguylikeyou]

Oh, excellent! Finally, some service here. [He sounds...genuinely optimistic.] I should have you know I'm allergic to Jerusalem artichokes, rosehip, cumin, scallops, nutmeg, and all-bran.

[...]

But anything else is fine.

[kuzcospoison]

[He taps his chin, considering the requested restrictions.] Yeah... yeah, you know, I think I can work with that. How's about I get Pope Benedict in a meet with Mike and Ike for ya? [With no further elaboration, Kronk starts searching the kitchen for ingredients to prep the station.]

[crudeforaguylikeyou]

[This is definitely some high society culinary lingo and not complete gibberish.]

A Pope Benedict meat Mike & Ike would be delightful. Do make it medium-medium rare, though. Not too browned, not too pink. It should walk the fine line between delicacy and disease.

[kuzcospoison]

Sure thing, pal! I'll make it half on the hoof.

[Soon enough, he slides Cecil a plate. And on it? A split English muffin, both halves topped off with a slice of Canadian bacon (medium-rare) and a poached egg, drenched in a rich Hollandaise sauce, sprinkled with chopped chives, immaculately seasoned with salt, pepper, and paprika. This is unmistakably an Eggs Benedict and not whatever the hell Kronk called it earlier.]

Here y'go, my good man. Hope it's, uh, to your taste.

main salon

[acruelirony]

I'll take anything but your spinach puffs.

[Yzma's right next to the doorframe- Kronk, in all his excitement, must have missed her out of the corner of his eye. She grimaces- both from the chore of having to deal with Kronk again and from the sound of Kronk shouting only inches away from her.]

[kuzcospoison]

Sure thing, Yzma. [He says, walking right by her.]

[...]

[...give him a second.]

[...]

...Yzma?!

[acruelirony]

[She raises one eyebrow, her eyes still narrowed and her teeth still gritted.]

Yes, you fool. It's me! What's going on here? Do you work here?

[kuzcospoison]

Oh, so... it's really you, huh? You're... looking a lot more human, these days.

[He laughs awkwardly, floundering at any attempt to ease the tension. Which is kinda hard to do when most of it's in his own system, from seeing his old boss again.]

I... no, not here. Don't even think they're hiring. Wouldn't apply, anyway, I got a sweet enough gig at Mudka's now that you're not my boss. ...but, enough about me. How's, uh... how's life been treating you?

kitchen

[bornforit]

[Leia is just sort of....stalking through this place angrily, glaring at anyone who looks at her wrong. Or, well, looks at her at all. But she can't help the glint of amusement in her eye when she comes into what seems to be the galley and finds a large man rifling through all the cupboards.

She reaches out a foot and kicks the refrigerator door shut.]

All that food will go bad if you leave the door open, you know.

[kuzcospoison]

Oh-! [His neck shoots up at the sound of the sudden slam, hitting his head on the bottom of the cupboard he hunched himself under. Rubbing at the sore spot, slowly shifting his posture until he's standing up straight again, he turns towards Leia.] My bad. Got so caught up in counting spoons that it kinda slipped my mind... thanks for catching it before anything spoiled.

[bornforit]

[Oh, no. That looked...painful. Leia tries not to laugh, but there is a twitch at the corner of her mouth, an expectant raised eyebrow.]

No problem. Are you...in charge of this post? I assume so, if you're taking inventory.

[kuzcospoison]

[In all honesty, if Leia actually did laugh, he'd probably join in.]

Nah, just a culinary enthusiast. [He says, cracking his neck a little to get the stiffness out of it.] Wanna know what I've got to work with in this new environment, y'know?

Salon

[prodigalhairess]

[Oh yay, someone else who's trying to see the bright side of everything going on right now! Rapunzel's been flitting about to all the different rooms, taking in what's to see at the moment, and when she hears the man call out from the kitchen, she immediately rushes over.]

Ooooh, need any help?

[kuzcospoison]

[Between watching the eggs poach in a pot and frying up ham in a pan, it sure looks like he could use an extra pair of hands.]

Sure! [Without missing a beat, Kronk lets go of the spatula for a moment to grab a tiny bundle of chives.] I think I'm gonna use these garnish the dish when it's done. If you could run 'em under the water real quick before they're cut, that'd be great.

[prodigalhairess]

[Time to get to work, then! Rapunzel rolls the sleeves of her dress up before reaching out to grab the chives, then moves over to the sink! Some of the weird things in this building may be too advanced for her at the moment, but at least she understands running water.]

Clean and cut, got it! After that, want me to see if we have any potatoes? Some hash browns would go great with what you've got going now.

[kuzcospoison]

You're right, they so would, but I'd have to run it by the guy I'm making 'em for first. [Kronk, of course, will forget to do this.] But that also reminds me, I've got this great recipe for- ...oh. One second-

[He holds his breath and gives the frying pan a big shake, flipping both slices of back bacon into the air and quickly whipping out a plate so he can break their fall with two halves of an English muffin.]

Whew! Nailed it.

salon

[halloteen]

How can you even think of eating at a time like this?

[beat]

Do you... know how to make waffles? [she didn't even get to eat any candy after saving the universe :(]

[kuzcospoison]

But isn't breakfast the best way to start out the day?

Sure do! [Safe to say, if a food exists it can be assumed Kronk knows how to cook it, somehow.] Should let you know, the iron here's got a real non-uniform shape going on but that shouldn't hurt the flavor any.

[halloteen]

Can you really salvage a morning that started off with a kidnapping? Not even waffles can do that.

[that's. sure a waffle iron shaped like... a head light?] Everything here is so... weird. And not always in the good way.

[kuzcospoison]

Oh... that. [Yeah, he really did gloss over the whole "waking up someplace he doesn't recognize" thing.] See, with how inviting the place is, I was thinking this was more like a surprise vacation of sorts. ...but something about calling it a kidnapping suddenly makes it all seem so sinister.

...ah well- the way I see it, everybody's gotta eat anyway. No sense going hungry 'til we get home, right?