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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[bottlerockets]

[Chicken Little yelps, stopping just short of crashing into Bill here as he nervously shakes in one spot. He's antsy in a way that makes it seem he will bolt at the slightest motion, until he gets a look at the man's face and...]

... Wait. Aren't you that one guy that was in a Batman movie or something once? Was called "The Penguin" even though you didn't look anything like one?

[Sorry Bill, it's your Danny Devito appearance that has him momentarily confused here.]

[dannydorito]

[Who in the whatnow.]

[This is not a reaction he's used to, and that's saying something.]

...Why not! I mean, who can really say who's been in what. Want an autograph, kid?

[bottlerockets]

Uh... sure?

[This is a weird time to be getting one, but Fish is going to be so jealous that we got Danny Devito's autograph--oh wait.]

I don't think I have any paper on me... well, except this.

[He holds up the note he found this morning when he woke up. He can put his autograph on the back of this, maybe?]

[dannydorito]

Great, that's perfect kid.

[He'll take the copy of the Genie's meeting notice and- there's gotta be pens around here somewhere, right, note taking is a storied tradition among murdergames, he could've easily found one practically anywhere.]

[He scribbles on the paper for a second and hands it back.]

TO MY BIGGEST FAN NUGGET

-THAT PENGUIN GUY

[The "a" in "that" is stylized as a small triangle with an eye, weird.]

[bottlerockets]

... Thank you? I'll make sure to keep this in good condition.

[A pause, and then...]

Wait, sorry, I should have been asking you where we even are, not... not talking about autographs, um. Do you know what's going on?

[dannydorito]

Oh, that's easy kid. It's a kidnapping.

[Said FAR TOO CASUALLY]

[bottlerockets]

... What?

[Yeah that was far too casual for Chicken Little here.]

Are you... is that a joke? Or...

[A pause, before he considers aloud--]

Was it the aliens?

[dannydorito]

Might be aliens! Too early to say.

[bottlerockets]

... You're, uh, taking this rather well.

[Then again, these "humans" in movies always seem weird, kind of alien themselves. Maybe that's why?]

[dannydorito]

...Maybe I'm in denial. It's how some people cope.

[He's not sure what use Chicken Little could be yet, but the kid thinks he's a celebrity, might as well spin this out as much as he can just to see what happens.]

You wouldn't deny a poor, overworked moviestar his only-slightly-unhealthy coping mechanism, would you Nugget?

[bottlerockets]

Oh, um, no sir! Not at all. I would never do that...

[Chicken Little can't say no, especially not to a famous actor like Danny Devito--I mean.]

[dannydorito]

Well that's real sweet of you, Nugget, you're a great fan and a true gentlebird. You're being so gracious I'll waive my usual autograph fee for now, just don't tell anyone else, okay? Don't want the rabble getting jealous, that'd get messy real fast for at one of us who happens to be an easy target.

[bottlerockets]

O--Okay. My beak is sealed.

[It helps that Chicken Little is not much of a gossip anyway, right?]

[dannydorito]

Fantastic! In fact, lemme repay you right now with a little advice. All that running and screaming? Great idea. Definite winning survival tactic, y'know? You've got good instincts.

[He kneels down by Chicken Little to get more of an appearance of Being Chummy With the Youths.]

[bottlerockets]

Uh... really?

[That doesn't sound correct even by Chicken Little standards but then again, it did seem to work for some of the townspeople fleeing the town apparently...]

[dannydorito]

Oh, definitely. This kind of thing? You can't trust anyone, sooner or later people'll be turning to cannibalism, you watch.

[bottlerockets]

C--cannibalism?

[Please tell us you're joking...]

cw: cannibalism mention?

[dannydorito]

Desperate times, Nugget! Ever read Duke of the Insects?