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progresscity2018-06-22 03:39 pm
supoorhero) wrote in progresscity2018-06-22 03:39 pm
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friendly faces everywhere
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.]
no subject
Don't sell the other guy short. Sounds to me like he's proof that you can do anything and fist any outer god's butthole as long as you put your mind to it.
[This dude definitely seems to have...interesting friends by the sound of it. Maybe that's something they have in common. Come to think of it, how would his friends deal with this? Maybe it's a good thing they aren't here. God, if those first comments were enough to get under Jed's skin hardcore, who knows how he'd deal with someone like Craig. Or god forbid Cartman.]
That's putting it— Wait. Gremlins? Like, don't-feed-them-at-midnight gremlins? [He's back to gawking.]
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[The ones he's seen around the offices a couple times. ...Although he's not sure how he feels about the first part there (and he's very certain Larry wouldn't care for being cited as proof of that), he thinks he gets the gist of the message.]
I mean... I dunno anything about feeding 'em, I was just going off'a the name everybody else used. Freaky little green things with one eye, went around making a real mess of the place. Think the mayor had something to do with it.
[That happened on. His first day in the city. So he feels like that's a valid enough excuse to not have the full details on the situation.]
no subject
[Looks like he has his first lead. Awesome.]
Do you know where I can find him now?
[He can't promise it'll lead to anything but a whole lot of pain, preferably for the mayor in question if he turns out to be a totalitarian bag of dicks, so... Best not to elaborate further.]
no subject
[He doesn't even know for certain what the ex-mayor looks like, he's just heard the complaints.]
Not really sure where he's at, but Beaker seemed to be pretty damn familiar with the guy. Guess you could ask him.
no subject
[From the sound of things, there isn't any shortage of unsavory people here. Sounds good to him, honestly. The people here don't look like they're in any real pain, but interdimensional kidnapping is probably ten times the crime normal kidnapping is, not to mention letting a bunch of monsters loose would add, what, another twenty points to whatever tally they're keeping here. At least this gives him something to do when riding Splash Mountain for the 50th time starts getting boring.
Finally, he starts climbing to his feet, stretching. Holding that sort of position is tougher than it looks.]
Thanks for the help, cowboy. My offer still stands. Even if we don't find your god, we can still make sure whoever did this regrets ever messing with us. I can try my best, but I can't do everything on my own.
no subject
[He's pretty sure the ex-mayor is just one part of the problem, and he has no idea who was accountable for everything before and after that incident, but he can respect someone going after answers and accountability. Never mind the fact that they're in a place with literally no justice system. Jed gives him an informal salute as he stands back up to his full height.]
Place may be a mess, but there's good folks here who'll have your back. You got this, desperado.