Rod hecked up a little

[keyofimagination]

Who: Rod and you
What: Well... you might be here awhile...
Where: At the transport center
When: Tuesday Morning
Warnings: None atm!



[On Tuesday morning, everyone will receive a letter when they wake up, no matter where they're staying for the night. It's neatly typed and just states:

Please meet me at the Transport Center at 10 AM. I have something important to discuss with everyone.

When they arrive at the center, they will find Rod already there, with a box of envelopes. When he speaks, he looks a little sheepish.]

Good morning everyone, I am deeply sorry to say that whatever is wrong with the portals, it's tricky enough that you might be here for awhile. And after an enlightening conversation with Red, we've decided that we should at least make accommodation's for everyone.

As it is providing a lot of stress on Red to provide free food and board daily, we decided that, for the time being, everyone will live in Vista Way for free. It's a nice apartment complex, but if you are unsatisfied with the housing you may move out once you've accumulated enough money.

On that note, that's what this box is for. While you'll be staying here, we thought it would be best to give everyone a job so they would have something to do. We won't be forcing everyone to have a job, and if you're dissatisfied with the job you were given, we can consider giving you a more appropriate job, but having a wage and something to do while we fix the problem might be nice.

I should add that you're starting pay will be around 15 "Disney dollars" an hour, but if that's an unreasonable minimum wage I am willing to increase the wage to something more livable.

Finally, in each envelope with your assigned job, there's also a couple of Magic Cards in here as an apology for the inconvenience. I ask you not to abuse their power, but you can test them as much as you want while you're here using your Magicband.

If you have any questions regarding the situation, I will be happy to answer them.

[He sets the box down, and true to his word, there are envelopes with each guest's name on it, and inside it is your assigned job, starting date, and two different Magic Cards.]

Comments

[ilovepuppies]

[>Tuesday

>Announcement from their host

yeah no you're getting a trashcan thrown directly at your head, Rod. Duck.]

[andbegone]

"""Magic Cards"""? Really? Making people play card games isn't going to make them like you any more.

[vote! him! out!]

[keyofimagination]

[What the fuck Star.]

Could you please wait until I say something before you decide to attack me?

[ilovepuppies]

You dragged us out here to show us a box of envelopes, do you not realize what this looks like!?

[keyofimagination]

They aren't "card games". They're cards that allow you to unlock magical abilities. We wouldn't give out flimsy cards as an apology for accidentally locking people inside of another dimension.

[keyofimagination]

Will you please just read you card before you go accusing me of anything?

[He hands her a card with her name on it.

Please don't rip it up because he really doesn't to go to Bill for new Magic Cards right now.]

[andbegone]

[...on second thought he's immediately opening up the envelope and going for the cards.]

What kind of abilities are we talking about, here? Weapons of mass destruction?

[faciliheir]

[opens envelope. reads.]

This is definitely a better motive for murder than Randy ever gave us. [thats what this is right]

[seasonthree]

"Disney Dollars?" That's not even real money!

[ilovepuppies]

If there's a picture of my family or note about my greatest secret in there, I won't hesitate.

[beakie]

[Fifteen dollars an hour? That's more than Beaker was ever paid while working at Muppet Labs! Which was not at all!

He goes to open his envelope and inspects the cards he was given. Fire and Genie Lamp? Sounds interesting. Curious, he taps the Genie Lamp card against his wristband and--]

MEEP?!

[--now he's hovering slightly off the ground, his bright orange felt turned into a transparent, blueish color. It seems that he's been turned into a ghost. Meeping in a panicked manner, he descends halfway into the ground, failing to stay afloat for very long. This is fine.]

[marryapanther]

[So... Bagheera understands basically none of that. He couldn't even read the letter he was sent, and just followed others who had talked about their own letters.

Apartments? Wages? Magic? Disney dollars??? What are these things? He figures out, at least, that the "Magicband" must be what's attached to his paw.

All that aside. He looks at the envelopes. Looks back at Rod. Looks at the envelopes. Looks at the humans around him, with their hands and their ability to read English, finding their names and opening their envelopes and pulling papers out and reading them.]

How do I...

[derring_do]

[looks at the ghostly felt man. looks to envelope. looks to Rod.]

Are the cards supposed to kill us?

[she's beginning to think that the management here isn't. great.]

[beakie]

[Beaker eventually manages to haul himself out of the ground by aggressively swimming upwards through the air. Sure, he's been turned into a ghost before, but that's not something he wants right now. He beings angrily meeping at this Rod Serling fellow.]

Meep meemiimeep MEEPMOO meep meemii!

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Belle comes to the meeting hopeful, but not unprepared to hear bad news. Which...is what she gets. It's hard to swallow down the tears of injustice that want to rise to her eyes, but she manages it, taking the envelope from Rod with a trembling hand.

And...okay. A book store?

That, she can do. She actually smiles, a tiny bit.]

I don't know what I'm to do with these cards, but...I thank you for giving us options, at the very least.

This...this book store. Do they carry the works of Shakespeare?

[keyofimagination]

[Why this.]

It doesn’t kill you, merely temporarily turn you into a ghost. We have a ghost population here and I thought it would be nice for mortals to have the ability to socialize with them if you so choose.

Try pressing the card against your Magicband again. It should deactivate the power.

[keyofimagination]

Well then, see for yourself in that case.

[keyofimagination]

...

I’m flattered, but it’s not actually a motive.

[beakie]

...Meep.

[Beaker lightly taps the card against his Magicband, and the color is restored to his felt. He hangs in the air for a brief moment before being dropped onto the ground. Why does this keep happening to him.

He slowly gets on his feet, giving a shaky thumbs up. Well, at least this day can't possibly get any worse, right?]

Meemii.

[keyofimagination]

It’s the currency of this dimension. With it being a dimension between worlds, having “real world currency” would quickly become more trouble than it’s worth.

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

[She doesn't know what a skipper is but these cards seem swanky.]

A real riches to rags situation, eh? How exciting.

[computerwife]

Wouldn't turning into a ghost the same thing as dying though?

[keyofimagination]

... I can read them for you, if you’d like.

[flowersonthewall]

[Beaker immediately looks over the job he's been given. He's... not really sure how he feels about being a lab assistant for someone else. He's used to Bunsen's brand of eccentric- what if this Ellen person is even more absentminded? What if she's intentionally cruel, or gets frustrated with him and his speech, or-

And what are these cards? Beaker's already forcing himself not to ask Rod as much as he can about how their "magic" must be programmed- because obviously it has to be something technological. But he already knows Rod can't understand him, and it'd be too difficult to try to explain without words.

Wait. Who on earth gave him a card called Demolition Dynamite of all things? With a panicked meep, Beaker holds the card as far away from him as possible, as if afraid it'll react at any moment.]

[keyofimagination]

Not nessecarily. Since it’s magic, we can have someone emulate a ghost without worrying about death, as becoming a ghost through death would involve leaving a physical body behind.