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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trophy room

[bottlerockets]

[Chicken Little is down the hall having deigned to look around a different area from her when he suddenly hears the shriek, turning toward the direction of where it came from in alarm.]

F--Foxy? What happened?

[When there's no response, he flusters for a few seconds before he summons up enough courage to go see, because even if Foxy had bullied him mercilessly back home, it's not like he wants bad things to actually happen to her.

So when he gets there, the first thing he sees is Foxy passed out on the floor, and he immediately races over to her side.]

Foxy? Why did... you...

[And then he stops, as he ends up turning his head just in time to making eye contact with one of the taxidermy animals...

... and proceeds to scream now too and proceed to pass out on the floor right there as well. Whoops.]

[dannydorito]

[When Chicken Little wakes up, he might find a small tag reading "cluckcluckinus dorkus" stuck on his shirt.]

[bottlerockets]

[... thanks, bill]

[dannydorito]

[Anything for a fan, Nugget]

[goldiloxy]

[When she finally wakes up, she nearly faints again until she sees Chicken Little lying next to her and tries to shake him awake.]

Chicken Little? Oh, it's terrible!

[bottlerockets]

Huh, wha... Foxy?

[Oh thank goodness, she's not hurt. Must have fainted then... like we did upon seeing this room. Ugh, just remembering that there's a dead animal not two feet away from them makes him feel sick again upon starting to regain consciousness here.]

We should... we should get out of here.

[And not be in this terrible room anymore.]

[goldiloxy]

Oh, definitely! [She's already up and scampering away, nibbling nervously on her nails.] Why would someone have a whole room like that?

[bottlerockets]

I-I-I don't know. Maybe to... intimidate the people they've kidnapped? But it's just... disgusting, doing it like that...

[Those poor animals...]

I don't want to go back in there... like, ever, but... maybe we could try to find a way to bury them? Once we escape this place, I mean. Tell the police about them and maybe they can do something about it.

[goldiloxy]

Yeah, we should definitely tell the police...some of the other people here are totally grown-ups, right? Could we ask one of them to close and block the door or something? I don't want to even catch the tiniest peek of any of it. [She looks like she's about to swoon again.]

[bottlerockets]

Y--yeah. I'm sure someone will understand, if we ask them to do that...

[... Maybe they should not ask Bill though, who felt the need to give them rude name tags while they were unconscious.]

[goldiloxy]

[Bill Cipher is a terribly rude little man.] Yeah...we should probably tell them what's in there first, so they don't get a terrible surprise, though!

[bottlerockets]

Yeah. We can't let anyone else faint like that either.

[goldiloxy]

Yeah. They could do something even worse than rude nametags! Like...completely ruining our clothes!

[bottlerockets]

... Yeah, that.

[Chicken Little had actually been thinking something more morbid along the lines of ending up on the wall right alongside the other dead animals, but... sure, Foxy.]

cw: milder sexism i guess

[goldiloxy]

[Don't tell her that, she just might faint again at the idea.] I guess it doesn't matter as much for boys, but I haven't found a washing machine anywhere! I don't know what I'd do if this dress got too messy!

[bottlerockets]

Err... I guess that could be a problem, if we don't find a way to leave soon...

[He looks at his own clothing, probably still dirty from running around town dealing with aliens...]

Maybe we can find another set of clothes somewhere?

[goldiloxy]

Yeah, I haven't looked around everywhere yet-hopefully they have some dresses in the right size, though!

[bottlerockets]

If not... well, I'm sure we'll figure something out?