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

[seasonthree]

[After the whole getting put into exile by his old best friend thing, Richard and Galavant had been on the road for some time. Or well, at sea with some pirate buddies of Gal. Though at some point a few months into their voyage a mysterious ticket had made its way onto the ship, and Richard being himself, he had to have it. It looked like nothing he'd ever seen before. Very, very tempting.

But the last thing he expected when picking up was being teleported to.... wherever this place is. And oh my god, what is this place?

Eventually after having a minor emotional breakdown Richard decides to go up to a few of the other guests here with him.]

You don't happen to know where we are, do you? Or.. what those are?

[He says, gesturing to the monorails.

because haha hey what the fuck]

[andbegone]

[He just glances up at the monorail briefly before looking back towards Richard, Extremely Judgmental.]

Those are trains. [like fucking obviously] And where we are, no, but believe me I intend on finding out.

[he's gonna threaten to overthrow the nearest government official, that'll show them]

[seasonthree]

...Never heard of "trains" in my life.

[must be witchcraft. probably witchcraft.]

Mind if I come with you? I have every intention of giving this kidnapper a piece of my mind.

[andbegone]

Wait'll I tell you about airplanes.

[He just assumes this guy has never read a book or something. He knows some people like that.

At the question, he eyes Richard up and down a bit before patting him on the shoulder.]

Actually, I was thinking of something along the lines of... you know, threatening them. And being threatening is sort of a prerequisite for that. I'm sure you understand.

[seasonthree]

Oooohhh!! Why don't you just execute them right away instead of threatening them? It'd be a lot easier.

[andbegone]

How can you get information from someone if you execute them.

[seasonthree]

You absolute fool, you interrogate their corpse.

[andbegone]

Ah. [jesus christ this guy is on another level entirely] And how does that usually work out for you?

[seasonthree]

I like to think it works pretty well. I usually get want I want.

[andbegone]

...From the corpse.

[seasonthree]

Yes! From the corpse. Poor people always carry their valuables and secrets on them.

[andbegone]

And what if the person you're executing is rich. Filthy rich. How would you get information from them then if they're already dead and they've got none of their secrets on them?

[dothebackslide]

OF COURSE I DO! I have an approximate knowledge of MANY THINGS!

[seasonthree]

Then explain right now. Tell me what all of this is.

[dothebackslide]

I WILL!








RIGHT AWAY!

[seasonthree]

Go on, I'm listening.

[dothebackslide]

Excellent.







That. [He points at the monorail.] That right there. That




Is.






A....

[seasonthree]

A what? Spit it out!

[dothebackslide]

I was GETTING TO IT. DON'T YOU HAVE ANY PATIENCE?!

[seasonthree]

No, I don't! Not when I've been kidnapped! Now tell me or I'll have you executed!

[Not that he can actually do that here. Or at all really.]

[beakie]

[Hi Richard. Have a felt puppet. Beaker's finally stopped having a mild breakdown and is now attempting to converse with a few people.

First, this old man. He looks nice enough.]

Meemiimeep, meemoo Meemii Miimee. Meep meemii meemoo meep meemoomii.

[As far as he knows, this place is called Progress City. And that...thing is a monorail. It's a form of transportation.]

Meemii meep Beaker. Meemii meep meemoo meep?

[His name is Beaker. What's his name?]

[seasonthree]

Meep... meep?

[Well, this is really awkward. Richard literally doesn't know what the fuck this pool noodle is saying.]

Meep meep. Meepmeepmeep meep meep. M....eep.

[Might as well meep back at him since that's how he seems to communicate??? Not that his meeps actually mean anything, but he's trying.]

[beakie]

[Beaker stares up at the stranger for a solid thirty seconds. Either he just insulted his hamster's uncle in a slightly confused tone, or he was just saying 'meep'. He scratches the side of his head, clearly puzzled.]

...Meep? Meemiimeep meemoo meep meemii meep meep. Meemii moo miimeep meemii meepmoo?

[What? He doesn't even have a hamster. What on Earth is he talking about?]

[seasonthree]

[What's that? Beaker is into.... K-dramas and something called Netflix? He's probably definitely misinterpreting these meeps, but he's doing his best.]

Meep meepmeepmeepmeep meepmeep meep? Meep meep meep.

[uuuuhhhhh]

Meep meep meep. Meep? Meep meepmeepmeep?

[beakie]

[How nice of Richard to invite Beaker over for spaghetti and meatballs in a...bowling ball? This guy keeps saying stranger and stranger things every time he opens his mouth. But he won't refuse an offer. Beaker bobs his head up and down, meeping affirmingly.]

Meep meep! Meemiimeep meemoo meep meemii meep meemoo. [He extends a hand out for Richard to shake.] Mii Beaker. Meemoo?