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adventurersclub2020-06-21 12:00 pm
pleasureislanders) wrote in adventurersclub2020-06-21 12:00 pm
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ADVENTURE IS OUT THERE...
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.
- 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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Yzma takes a few minutes to rant and rage at the cactus plant in her room about how Kuzco has no doubt found the right potion by now and turned human again and ruined all her hard work, before composing herself. It's... ok, it's not fine, but she can fix this. As long as she finds her way back to the empire before Kuzco can turn the whole empire against her, she can lie her way back into the peasantry's good graces. It's not like any of them liked Kuzco anyway- why would they believe him?
She just has to find a way out of here. Wherever "here" is.
Eventually, Yzma leaves her room and finds her way to the plaques, immediately gravitating towards her own. The song baffles her, and she begins muttering to herself-]
That's my voice- and my name- when did I sing this? Did I... did I lose my memory? Is Kuzco already... Yes. Yes, that must be it. Oh, this is just brilliant...
[A wide, menacing grin spreads on her face. Clearly, Yzma's already finished Kuzco off and finished her takeover of the whole empire. The memory loss is worrisome, but the confirmation that all her plans have worked out in her favor does away with any of her previous unease. She hums along to her own song and skims through the rest of the profiles, eventually settling on Kronk. The grin falters, replaced with a scowl.]
My wayward, treacherous assistant. I'll have to have a word with him later.
[Once she's done with the profiles, Yzma can be found just about anywhere- though she spends an awfully long time in the trophy room, eyeing a stuffed llama with something approaching morbid glee.]
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[So many things she barely understands. But it looks like she isn't the only one that's been confused by all these plaques.]
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[Yzma turns to face her, a smile on her face that doesn't at all reach her eyes.]
Do you remember where he might have disappeared to?
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She jerks a thumb behind her, at nothing.]
Back there somewhere? Guy the size of a brick wall? You probably can't miss him.
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[The grin is still there, but her tone is increasingly bitter, making the dissonance even worse.
Seems like someone's a little bitter over getting a chandelier dropped on her.]
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Is... there something wrong, ma'am?
[Because you look Way too excited about seeing dead animals.]
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[The smile on her face is getting creepier by the second.]
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She should leave, but since she can't exactly escape the building.]
Are you sure? You seem to be acting... strange.
[She's trying So Hard to be gentle because for all she knows this could be a murderer.]
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[That... doesn't seem too bad?]
Does your home have a lot of llamas there, or are you just into...?
[Gestures at all the trophies.]
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[She doesn't sound particularly thrilled about that, though.]
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Oh, so I'm guessing you're a fan of llamas then?
[She doubts it but she really does not want to think of an alternative.]
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[Ah. There's that grin again. Looks like Daisy has no choice but to think of the alternative.]
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She inhales deeply and tries to look brave as she confronts this lady.]
Okay, what the hell is the llama about then?
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[She seems less confused and more... tired? Tired in a very "well this might as well be happening"]
What could a llama do to you that you'd have a personal vendetta against it?
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This really might as well be happening.]
Did the llama intentionally try to do that?
[At this point sentient llamas might as well be a thing.]
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For a moment I thought you had a thing against non-sentient llamas. So this llama was like a child to you?
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[She certainly never treated Kuzco like a son, and he never bothered to treat her like a mother.]