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]

[This isn't the first time that Doof has woken up in a strange place with no recollection of how he got there, but it's certainly the first time he doesn't know how Perry the Platypus might be involved with this. For once, this aesthetic doesn't vibe with O.W.A.C.A.'s style, and neither does it resemble anything from L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N., unless you count their secret island vacation spot that Doof still hadn't been invited to.

...Well, surely his nemesis will show up sooner or later and explain everything to him. In the meantime, Dr. Doofenshmirtz can be found in the lobby, inspecting the plaques. He doesn't recognize any of these people. Out of curiosity, he pushes the music button on his own plaque and grins at the music selection. Ah, yes--his finest work. He then moves to push Bill Cipher's music button, which just seems to be the word "BILL" chanted over and over again. He shrugs, not thinking anything of it.

It takes a few minutes before he realizes that the music still hasn't stopped. He frowns, turning back to the plaques.]

No, no, shut it off--shut it off-- [He pushes the button over and over again, but all it does it start the 'song' again. The lobby has become cacophonous and most definitely should be avoided for the foreseeable future. He raises his fists in the air in a gesture of exasperation.]

Noooooooooo!

[Later, Doofenshmirtz wanders into the trophy room, eyes darting between the various stuffed specimens. His gaze settles on a platypus posed on a log, and he lets out a scandalized gasp.]

Perry the Platypus, you're a taxidermy animal?! [A pause. Doof squints and scratches his head, leaning in closer to scrutinize the trophy.] Waaaait, this is a regular, brown platypus. Nevermind.

[goldiloxy]

[The first thing that Foxy Loxy notices upon waking up is the smell. This definitely isn't her bedroom. She plucks the note off the door to take a closer look, before folding it up and placing it on the desk. After taking time to primp her hair back into its proper shape and smooth out her dress, she goes trotting out the door before letting out a call.]

Hellooooooo there! Does anyone know where we are? A romantic island getaway is nice, but I'd want to be told about it first!

[After meeting some other people, she eventually heads downstairs. She can be found in the salon and lounge checking out the facilities, and even dancing around a bit on stage, though she soon steps off.]

Aw, it doesn't feel right without Runt...

[Eventually, though, she pokes her head into the trophy room. And everyone nearby can hear a high-pitched shriek before she faints dead away.]

[dannydorito]

Zebra Mezzanine/Rooms
[Anyone having the misfortune to be in the hallways near the stairs will, at some point, but subjected to what can only possibly be described as maniacal cackling as an absolute eyesore of a yellow checkered suit bursts out of Room 1.]

Ha! HAHAHA! Eat an endless stream of demonic bees, Stan! I LIVED, SUCKER!

The Main Salon
Hey. Hey! You.

[Bill has situated himself behind the bar in the lounge. He’s got a few bottles and shakers out in front of him. Anyone who actually understands alcohol and mixing drinks knows that the beverages on display here should generally never be mixed at all, much less with each other.]

I’m gonna need to see some kind of ID there, buddy old pal chumsky. We can’t let just anyone waltz in here, there’s rules, you know?

Lounge
EIGHT-BALL, STUPID POCKET!

[And that sound you’re hearing immediately afterwards is the sound of a pool ball hitting the doorframe next to your head as you enter the Lounge. The source is very obviously the loudly-dressed gentleman standing by the pool table, cue stick in hand.]

Awwww, SO SORRY, that was a total miss. My bad.

[Spoilers, he might not look that sorry.]

Wildcard
[Otherwise, Bill is generally wandering the halls and exploring the small area available to everyone.]

Well hey there! Enjoying your stay so far in this lovely establishment?

Trophy Room

[dannydorito]

Trick question, there's no such thing as a regular platypus! They're evolution's practical joke. True story.

[prodigalhairess]

[That musty sort of smell doesn't really hit Rapunzel right away as she drifts into consciousness. The castle had been under heavy construction lately, after all; between Cassandra's takeover and Zhan Tiri's rampage, there was a lot of rubble to be moved, and a lot of new building material being hauled in at all hours of the day. Her room had been a mess as the masons tried patching up the gigantic hole in her wall as best they could, but it was a process. So... the smell doesn't bother her.

What does make her mind register that something is wrong is the feeling of the bed. Too thin, to small... in a flurry of movement, Rapuzel is up, head whipping this way and that; this definitely isn't her room, or any of the rooms in the castle. Just what's going on...?]

Pascal?

[Her best and oldest friend is always the one that she'll call out to first. But there's no squeak of reply, and that alone makes Rapunzel's stomach turn. This isn't some sort of dream, or some kind of trick, something is seriously wrong; she runs out onto the balcony in a hurry, looking this way and that.]

Pascal?? Eugene??? Where- is anyone here????


[Later, after calming down, Rapunzel finds her way down to the lobby. It's time to explore to get a feel of her surroundings, and explore she does! Until she gets sidetracked by the profiles, that is. She's pressing the buttons to play music on each one, looking giddier and giddier with each song.]

This is amazing! These don't sound like music boxes, and I don't see any gears... how do they play like this???

[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.]

[nobodylikesyouwhen]

[ X-23 takes being kidnapped super well, if by "super well" I mean "only makes a couple gashes in the wall out of frustration and only tears the note up." Look at all that self-control. Truly incredible.

For much of the three hours before the meeting, she can be found uh. Around, but it's a little hard to find her on account of her spending most of her time climbing as far up the walls as she can to get around. Hopefully you think to look up? Anyway she doesn't look happy, especially if she's spotted, in which case she'll jump down, addressing whatever poor soul has to deal with her today with barely restrained anger. Hopefully that anger isn't actually directed towards you? ]

You. Do you know what we're doing here?

[ Or you can find her by the profiles, if you want her less confrontational, looking over them with a significantly more even expression on her face. ]

So why all of these people...?

Balcony

[goldiloxy]

Are your friends missing too? [This fox in a blond wig comes trotting up behind Rapunzel. There's a lot more humans here than she expected, really.] I haven't seen anyone I know here so far...and I called for them really loud too!

lobby

[doofenshmirtz]

Weeeeell, if I put this together--which I didn't, by the way--I would make a series of Musicinators to play appropriately annoying music when the button was pushed.

[Who's this ugly pharmacist standing next to Rapunzel? Doof rubs his chin, squinting at the plaques.]

...Or, you know, just set up a multi-speaker system, but where's the fun in that? Besides, making an -inator is much more efficient.

[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.]

around

[doofenshmirtz]

[Doof in the middle of digging through the refrigerator in the salon kitchen when he hears a sudden thump and a voice addressing him. He lets out a shriek, his arms flailing to protect himself before he realizes that...it's just a teenager. He blinks, putting his arms down at his sides.]

Oh. Uh--no, I just got here myself, but I'd like to make a few complaints to the manager. I mean, the decoration is fine and all, but I feel like there's a point where, like, yeah, we get it, everything's trophies and stuff! Like, jeez, haven't these people bothered to invest in an interior designer?

[He gestures wildly with his hands as he speaks, frowning. He's clearly more concerned about this place's aesthetics than the whole...kidnapping situation.]

From what I've deduced from the note placed on my door, though, it sounds like we're going to have a meeting soon. [A beat.] Ooh! What if it's super secret L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. training?! They said they would be sending me an invite soon!

[Does this guy ever shut up?]

Lounge

[tadaishi]

[Tadashi didn't know he was taking his life into his hands by walking into the Lounge.

Nor does he know if he should be impressed or terrified that someone's managed to hit a pool ball with that amount of force and accuracy.

Thankfully! What were you aiming for?

Trophy Room

[dannydorito]

[Don't worry, it's all under control.]

[By which we mean that sooner or later, when Foxy wakes up, she'll find she's been propped up against the wall like one of the trophies, with a small sign reading "foxica blondicus".]

[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]

For the purposes of this conversation? Another pool ball, obviously, as one does.

[nobodylikesyouwhen]

[ God, look at him go. X-23 just sort of listens, a little too taken aback by just how much he gives her to really get a word in for a bit. But that last bit is... ]

L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N.? What are you talking about?

Lobby

[dannydorito]

In my expert opinion?

[He might just be here spamming his own- what might charitably be called music, maybe.]

The trapped souls of damned musicians. Very tricky to pull off, but it really gets you that high-fidelity sound.

[doofenshmirtz]

Oh, "League of Villainous Evildoers Maniacally United for Frightening Investments in Naughtiness". Keep up, will you?

[That...certainly was a sentence he just said!]

We get together for potlucks sometimes and talk about our evil schemes. It's quite fun, actually. Last year, I won the Inator Creator Competition by default!

[He sounds very...proud of it....]

[goldiloxy]

[Yeah, that's gonna get another startled yelp when she wakes up and jumps up, looking around in horror at being inside the horrible murder trophy room.]

the main salon

[diebartdie]

[There is what seems like a five-minute pause before Bob actually musters up the dignity to respond to this sort of weird little mustache goblin.]

...No.

[Slowly sauntering over to the closet bottle of wine.]

[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.

[nobodylikesyouwhen]

[ That... hm. You know, compared to HYDRA, that doesn't exactly seem to impress her much either way, at least? Though in fairness, as supervillain organization name quality goes, HYDRA is pretty snappy if nothing else. ]

So you're some kind of... [ Oh saying the word out loud sounds weird to her, but: ] supervillain? You don't look like much.

[dannydorito]

Hey, hey!

[He's just gonna grab at that bottle himself if he can.]

We've got rules here, buddy! Rules and protocol, even. How do I know you're not three kids in a trenchcoat trying to get liquored up?

profiles

[diebartdie]

Whatever the criteria, physical attractiveness was clearly not included amongst them.

[Very not subtly looking straight at Yzma's bio.]

Around

[dannydorito]

Ooh! I know this one, pick me teach!

[Angry kids are the funniest kind.]

We're being kidnapped! Am I right? I bet I'm right.