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progresscity2018-06-22 03:39 pm
supoorhero) wrote in progresscity2018-06-22 03:39 pm
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Who: Kenny AND YOU!!
What: Kenny arrives in Progress City and has himself a time.
Where: Magic Kingdom/Main Street USA, Orange Distract/Ice Cream Speakeasy
When: Right now!
Warnings: Poopy mouths, gross stuff.
a. main street usa (mysterion)
[This is the main problem with being friends with a kid with a magic butt: you can't stick by them when they let it rip for fear of Shenanigans happening. The whole time-traveling thing is a fairly recent development, but Mysterion thought all of that was behind them, and he's pretty sure cross-country teleportation isn't something ButtLord's ass is capable of...as far as he knows.
But if it is, Mysterion's not complaining. In fact, the look on the little masked kid's face as he stands in the middle of Main Street taking in all the bright sights and wonderful smells is anything but upset. It may be especially jarring when contrasted with the costume he's wearing — hooded, dark, suitably mysterious even in the middle of the sunny afternoon (he hopes) — coupled with the way his attention from store to store, a kid with his pick of literal candy shops.
When one in particular catches his attention with a candy making demonstration that looks like it's going on inside, Mysterion runs over and presses his face up to the glass window, watching with rapt attention.]
Woah... [His tone is hushed and awed.] I, I mean—
[He catches himself quickly, clears his throat, then in the most gruff, serious, Batman-post-throat-surgery voice ever:]
Woah.
b. ice cream speakeasy (kenny)
[So after he's had time to get settled in and stash his costume away, Kenny takes to the streets proper with only one thing in mind: chowing down. There's a whole lot of places to explore and a ton of awesome things to do, and maybe an ass to kick for kidnapping him somewhere down the line (even if this was the best possible place to be kidnapped thank you Jesus thank you), but food takes precedence over everything.
Unfortunately, he doesn't have any money. At all. Fortunately, this has never stopped him before.
Kenny concentrates most of his efforts on the street in front of the ice cream shop in the Orange District, looking for change in the usual ways: in cracks on the street, under chairs and tables, in front of the store itself. He even pokes his head in a garbage can. Needless to say, this is a work in progress.
Eventually, he starts getting frustrated. And when Kenny gets frustrated and someone who looks like they might be cool happens to come by, he throws all his cards on the table and brings the big guns out.]
Hey. [Says the adorable kid holding some mysterious object he found from the treasure chest (trash can) in front of the store.] Wanna see me eat this?
[It's a half-eaten corndog in a Dole Whip cup. CornDole Whip.]
What: Kenny arrives in Progress City and has himself a time.
Where: Magic Kingdom/Main Street USA, Orange Distract/Ice Cream Speakeasy
When: Right now!
Warnings: Poopy mouths, gross stuff.
a. main street usa (mysterion)
[This is the main problem with being friends with a kid with a magic butt: you can't stick by them when they let it rip for fear of Shenanigans happening. The whole time-traveling thing is a fairly recent development, but Mysterion thought all of that was behind them, and he's pretty sure cross-country teleportation isn't something ButtLord's ass is capable of...as far as he knows.
But if it is, Mysterion's not complaining. In fact, the look on the little masked kid's face as he stands in the middle of Main Street taking in all the bright sights and wonderful smells is anything but upset. It may be especially jarring when contrasted with the costume he's wearing — hooded, dark, suitably mysterious even in the middle of the sunny afternoon (he hopes) — coupled with the way his attention from store to store, a kid with his pick of literal candy shops.
When one in particular catches his attention with a candy making demonstration that looks like it's going on inside, Mysterion runs over and presses his face up to the glass window, watching with rapt attention.]
Woah... [His tone is hushed and awed.] I, I mean—
[He catches himself quickly, clears his throat, then in the most gruff, serious, Batman-post-throat-surgery voice ever:]
Woah.
b. ice cream speakeasy (kenny)
[So after he's had time to get settled in and stash his costume away, Kenny takes to the streets proper with only one thing in mind: chowing down. There's a whole lot of places to explore and a ton of awesome things to do, and maybe an ass to kick for kidnapping him somewhere down the line (even if this was the best possible place to be kidnapped thank you Jesus thank you), but food takes precedence over everything.
Unfortunately, he doesn't have any money. At all. Fortunately, this has never stopped him before.
Kenny concentrates most of his efforts on the street in front of the ice cream shop in the Orange District, looking for change in the usual ways: in cracks on the street, under chairs and tables, in front of the store itself. He even pokes his head in a garbage can. Needless to say, this is a work in progress.
Eventually, he starts getting frustrated. And when Kenny gets frustrated and someone who looks like they might be cool happens to come by, he throws all his cards on the table and brings the big guns out.]
Hey. [Says the adorable kid holding some mysterious object he found from the treasure chest (trash can) in front of the store.] Wanna see me eat this?
[It's a half-eaten corndog in a Dole Whip cup. CornDole Whip.]
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[It smells like an actual butt jsyk.]
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[No way can you do this. You’ll fall down and dead right there.
Still. Showing that five dollars.]
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[Uh oh, he's not gonna fall for your sneaky tactics; you never do anything nasty without having the cash in your hand first. Still, a show of good faith might be in order so pardon Kenny while he tears off a piece of this unholy devil food and pops it in his mouth.
Chews.
Swallows.]
...See? Easy. [Ignoring the unpleasant lurching sound his stomach makes.] Money first, then the rest. [He holds his hand out, smiling as sweet as can be.]
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Henrietta stared long and hard at Kenny. Long enough to make sure he can’t somehow be hiding it in his mouth, or will upchuck. Or maybe she’s waiting to see if he really will drop dead, and to prepare wards against his ghost.
After a few seconds pass, she hands the five dollars over.]
Suffering for money is hardcore goth.
You don’t have to eat the rest.
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[He looks down at the bill, confusion and surprise and doubt all over his face, then back up at Henrietta.]
Seriously? How come? [He's not exactly upset, far from it, but this is the kinda thing that feels too good to be true, and experience has taught Kenny to be leery of getting his hopes up at turns of events like these.]
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Fine. I think a saw a diaper somewhere in that garbage can close to it anyway.
[He pockets the money.]
Cool, now I can finally get some ice cream. Wash the taste of ass out of my mouth.
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[He's tried that. Doesn't work.]
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[Said as dryly and straightfaced as possible. She seems determined to hide whether this was an actual joke or not on her part.]
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[But you’re not that bad to hang out with, she guesses. For a non-goth.]
We aren’t going to have to worry about money too long, either. They’re making us get jobs.
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[The ways of the Bauhaus-loving crowd are strange and secretive indeed.]
I heard! I hope I get a cool one, or at least one that pays a lot. There's way too much cool stuff here. [And he wants it all!!]
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Jobs are for loser capitalist conformists. If they’re going to kidnap us they could give us a break before they make us slaves.
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It’s like we never left our shithole town.