Intro Log

[progressmods]

Who: Everyone!
What: Your first magical day
Where: Progress City Tranport Center
When: Right now
Warnings: None planned!



[Today you found a ticket to a theme park. It seems relatively normal, except that it reads: Lifetime Parkhopper Pass to Progress City. ”The Most Magical Pocket Dimension in the Multiverse!” This is not a theme park you have ever heard of, if you live in a world where theme parks are of the norm.

For some reason you’re drawn to the ticket. There’s something… magical in this piece of paper, and you can practically hear it calling out to you, and you feel compelled to pick it up. It’s strange, but it’s a piece of paper, what’s the worst that could happen?

However, the moment you pick it up, you feel yourself being pulled. There is nothing pulling you but there is an overwhelming sensation that something is pulling you by the chest into the ground. You don’t have time to process what’s going on before you suddenly fall over, the strange feeling going away the moment you hit the ground.

It takes a few moments for you to regain your bearings, but as you look up you are suddenly hit with the fact that, wherever you were before, you certainly aren’t there anymore. It appears to be a transport station of some sort, and a very sleek and new one at that. Monorails pass by the station every couple of minutes, with small, slower moving vehicles consistently move in and out of the center.

The innermost wall, right behind where you stand, is lined with portals. It appears that you came in through this portal, but if you try to go back the way you came in, you’ll find that you are unable to enter it, no matter how hard you try.

While the realization that you are now trapped in this strange place, you will soon find that you also have a strange band strapped to your dominant wrist. No matter how hard you try to take it off, it seems like it’s stuck on there.

At least you’re not alone, along with a bunch of other people who arrived around the same time you did, there are humanoid people who seemed to be intrigued by your arrival. They’re all generally nice, but get confused if you ask them why you’re here and why you can’t leave. They will, however, happily tell you the name of the place you’re in if you ask:

Progress City.]

Comments

[kindaruledatit]

[Life in Gravity Falls came at you fast, even when you were trying to take it slow for once in your life. All the weird things she had grown accustomed to experiencing, the ticket lying at her feet didn't even faze her until she read what it had to say, and suddenly felt herself getting pulled to the ground.

In hindsight, she should have seen this coming.

The first moment she looks up is curiously stunning. No longer was she surrounded by tall redwoods, about to knock on the door of her girlfriend's cottage. It's all been replaced by some kind of station with monorails and those weird portals that she probably fell out of- oh.

oh.

Wendy wasn't so foolish a mortal to think everything about this was fine. The moment she's up, she begins to dig through her various pockets, obviously searching while she grumbles with little regard for how loud she was.]

...Oohhh, man. Again? Did I kick puppies in another life?

[flowersonthewall]

Mimee-meep muh mimimi minimee...

[Rough translation: "God i fucking know, right?"

Beaker's thought the same exact thing himself a few hundred times throughout the years working with Bunsen. He may not have participated in a murdergame before, but he feels your pain.]

[kindaruledatit]

[....Looks this way and that. Sees Beaker there. Squints.]

Uhh, did you say something, little guy?

[flowersonthewall]

[Yeah, Beaker's getting the feeling that no one here is gonna be able to understand him. That's fine, happens all the time even with fellow Muppets, it just means conversations are going to get even more tedious. Maybe if he finds a notebook somewhere... Ah well.

He gestures at himself, then at Wendy.]

Mimeep mi-mimuh, me too.

[beaker: ]

[kindaruledatit]

[Squints harder.]

...So, I'm guessing that you're either panicking because you're in the same boat as me... or you're trying to welcome me to wherever the heck this is.

[standingonmyneck]

[Wendy may have had the fortune, or misfortune (depending how she saw it), to be next to another girl who seemed to be an another state of "ugh". Though she wasn't near as expressive. Nor was she really a grand conversationalist, and just seemed to respond merely because it happened to be in her ear shot.]

Or maybe we're the puppies and we got kicked by really dirty shoes.

[kindaruledatit]

[Well it's a good thing that Wendy has a great set of ears. Hers. She... she doesn't have anyone else's ears, that'd be weird.]

Really dirty shoes that gave us a ticket to the puppy kicking show: held at scenic "wherever the heck we are".

[standingonmyneck]

[Daria let out another heavy sigh before sticking her hands in her pockets.]

Land of where dreams come true. Or, rather, our nightmares.

[At least she had the stuff on the person, just a couple things in her pocket. She got her wallet just to make sure. Checking its contents before turning back to Wendy. It was incidental, but it was a conversation now and it was just polite.

Besides, that was a good comeback.]

Sorry, couldn't help but overhear.

[kindaruledatit]

Don't be sorry, dude. You'd be surprised the kind of conversations I've gotten in because people don't know how to talk quietly.

[And she's already feeling the panic begin to set in. So, it's time for more polite conversation. This is another teen, it's a trend she has to keep up.]

I'm Wendy. This, uh... isn't my first time waking up somewhere weird. If you can believe that. Trust me, it's better than it sounds.

[standingonmyneck]

Daria, and I report the same on my end.

[She crossed her arms, here went nothing. This whole...friendly conversation thing.]

Capitalism Island filled with spirits, you either worked or you got turned to a pork dinner.

[kindaruledatit]

[She snorts, smirking at this girl's wit. She likes it, reminds her of... her.]

Nah, but that's a good guess though. Think waking up like this, with a bunch of people you don't know, but it's like in just an old mansion. One that's filled with ghosts.

[standingonmyneck]

Welp. I've been beat already. At least I had an island to space myself out from the insanity. You were in a house.

[A small hum, this wasn't so bad?]

At least there's ghosts. Knowing how luck works, that might mean more ghosts. Eugh.

[ilovepuppies]

[Honestly, any other time Star would have been elated to see Wendy again. But something about this seems familiar and not in a good way.]

WENDY! TICKETS! PORTALS!

[kindaruledatit]

[Wendy would also be very elated to see Star again... if they weren't in the middle of this.]

Star! Hey, this.... this isn't one of those weird things involving your scissors, is it? Cuz I think I left mine at home.

[itsthecount]

Sound theory. I’ve done that before.

[Count Olaf is just casually chewing on a fuckin oversized Disney turkey leg as he makes this observation. He speaks with his mouth full.]

[kindaruledatit]

[....She's in awe of the turkey leg, but also rather grossed out at the guy holding it, and not in a fun way.]

Dude, c'mon, swallow first. [casually flicks a piece of turkey off her shoulder.]

What have you don't before?

[itsthecount]

Puppykicking.

[hes still gnawing at it, wendy. can’t stop won’t stop.]

[kindaruledatit]

...Okay. This probably isn't the most important thing right now. But, uh, why?

[Does she... does she have time for this?]

[mister_mystery]

'Again'? You go portal hopping often? I thought there was only one in town. ['And look how that turned out,' he was about to add, but Stan just sorta grumbles.]

[kindaruledatit]

[Now that is a voice that she recognizes as well. There's a distressing amount of them turning up.]

Stan? Oh, man, don't tell me that they got you too?

[mister_mystery]

I mean, I figured someone from thirty years back would've wanted to kidnap me for one reason or the other.

[casually shrugs as he says that]

Just looking at the group we have doesn't seem to ring any bells, what could they possible want from us?

[kindaruledatit]

You know, probably the same thing they wanted from us before? Man, I thought we were finally done with all that murder stuff. Why do they have to keep dragging us back into it?

[mister_mystery]

...Before? ...Murder stuff?

[He's incredibly concerned for his Shack employee, having no idea what she's talking about.]

Did...Did I miss something back in town or are you talkin' about some video game thing?

[kindaruledatit]

[...This doesn't bode well at all.]

Oookay, Stan. Are you joking with me, or what? You know, the rituals we got pulled into? At the mansion? Randy?

[mister_mystery]

Who the heck is Randy? The only ritual stuff I'm vaguely familiar with was that circle thing back when we defeated Bill...about a month ago? I dunno if that counts as one. [Now he's concerned and doubting all his memories being restored.]