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

[tadaishi]

[A few months ago, Tadashi would be unfortunately used to this kind of thing. Suddenly get abducted for a murdergame, then another game, then some final battle--wait, that wasn't an abduction, but he's ended up in a lot of strange places with little to no explanation.

But he's been home for a little bit, long enough that he doesn't wake up immediately expecting to see some run-down bedroom or hotel room around him. Long enough that picking up a strange ticket is somewhat worrying.

And still, his first thought is]

Again? Are you kidding me?

[After the initial shock, he's going to go investigate the monorail hub, to see if he can at least figure out where he is and maybe what's going on this time around.]

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

[Eclipsa has had, frankly, a hell of a day. She was looking forward to something like a nap but she also wasn't entirely sure she was going to get any sleep. So she had gotten into her pajamas, poured a cup of tea, picked up that tempting little ticket, sipped her cup, and-

Well that's curious, isn't it?

She twirls the spoon in her cup idly as she examines her surroundings, trying to grasp the unusual sights and sounds around her. There had been some advancements over the course of three hundred years, but this seemed above and beyond the pale. Was this really Mewni? Or had some other judgements like being popped in to make sure she was imprisoned again?

For the moment, she decides to simply sit in one of the seats, tapping one of her fuzzy slippers, and she worked towards finishing her cup. No sense letting it go to waste.]

[hallotween]

[being home had been. uncomfortable, to say the least. it's hard to go back to being a normal, if magical, child after months of freewheeling, violent anarchy. so though she will never, ever admit it, when a strange ticket shows up in her bedroom, she picks it up immediately, without even thinking.

she doesn't expect what happens next, her house and her sister disappearing as she falls, to be replaced with some kind of weird bus depot, but she's not entirely displeased.

still. gotta keep up appearances.

so she's just kinda. throwing her body against the portal. again and again. like the situation is suddenly gonna change.]

[andbegone]

[Sheldon doesn't even really remember choosing to pick up the ticket. He must have, sure, but the fact that he wasn't really thinking about it when he did so just means that he doesn't exactly appreciate being tossed somewhere with no prior warning. Maybe if there'd been fine text attached to the ticket, or something, but there wasn't and that means that he, someone very important, has been pulled away from his equally important business to be taken to some-- some lousy amusement park.

He won't stand for this.

After a solid minute or so of tossing himself against the portal with increasing force he finally gives up and seeks other tactics, namely marching up towards one of the figures milling about watching the new arrivals and pointing a finger directly in their face.]

I want you to go to whoever's in charge of this """Progress City""" and tell them-- [hm, actually,] --well, first tell them that I should be put in charge instead. Then tell them that I demand to know what is going on!

[Yeah, that sounds good. After that he's just gonna. Sit on one of the benches, arms crossed impatiently and glowering even though his threatening clearly didn't prompt anyone to go retrieve whoever's running the place. This is fine. He's got a handle on the situation.]

[notasingleword]

[Although she's never been, Ariel understands that this is in fact not New Orleans. That's where her Grunkle was supposed to be send her and her finacée right? So this place...?]

Grunkle Zeus? Freddie?

[The girl nervously tugs on the wristband trapped on her, becoming a little panicky as she realizes it's not coming off. What the hell is going on? Is this another murder game!? This can't be happening... this can't be happening!

She takes a deep breath to try and calm down before walking forward to join the crowd.]

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

[Eclipsa just watches this unfold in fascination. It's really kind of an incredible display.]

Have you tried... throwing yourself at it?

[Sip.]

[dothebackslide]

[Dan Backslide, coward bully cad and thief, kind of watches this whole nonsense with mild interest. He's really an inscrutable fellow, so it's hard to figure his stance on this.

Or he's rubbed the butt of his cigar into the shirt of the same person Sheldon was pointing at, that's also a possibility.]

That's RIGHT! Answer! Or you will be answered!

[faciliheir]

This better not be some new game, because I'm definitely gonna kill whoever's in charge this time.

[hey boo walkin alongside you]

[greatwidesomewhere]

[She'd been galloping away through the woods on Philippe, upset and angry and fearful, when she spied something on the ground that caused her to pull up short, circle back around. Against every fiber of her being that was screaming at Belle to keep running, not to stop until she reached home and her father. But still, she pulled Philippe up, turned him, and dismounted, crouching down in the snow to reach out for that piece of paper, just so she could read the words printed on it...it was so colorful, so unlike anything she'd ever seen...

And then she's stumbling, gasping, wheeling as she realizes her surroundings have changed completely. And if the castle was unlike anything she'd ever seen, this...this is like a completely different reality. All sleek lines and silver paint, and moving things she can't even comprehend the usage of until she sees people stepping in and out of them.

And the strap around her wrist, decorated with...rose petals? That can't...that isn't right. She tugs at it in vain, tries to work it off her tiny hand, but nothing's working.]

This can't be right, this...can't be real.

[Can it?]

[seasonthree]

"Again?" Are you telling me that this sort of thing happens regularly?

[haha what the fuck]

[hallotween]

[pause] ... Worth a try!

[SLAMS wait hold on a second. she just kinda. stops. turns around and looks at her.]

Who are you? [there's roughly 50 people she's expecting to see here and you are not one of them.]

[greatwidesomewhere]

Again? What do you mean, 'again'?

[Here's a familiar face, Tadashi! Except, well, she doesn't look at you with any kind of recognition. Only the polite, if urgent, curiosity of someone who's just found themselves in a very new predicament.]

[greatwidesomewhere]

Excuse me....miss?

[Belle's hovering behind Marnie, wringing her hands, looking...very concerned.]

You're more likely to hurt yourself than...than to make any kind of progress, I think.

[allknowledgegoodknowledge]

Hm? Oh, how rude, introductions are important. Eclipsa Butterfly. A pleasure. Try it with your shoulder next.

[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?

[hallotween]

Don't worry about it, Belle! I have complete control of the situation! [just

hasn't noticed

anything different.]

[beakie]

[What's that high pitched screaming noise? It's an orange Muppet being flung violently onto the ground. Beaker crumples on the floor like a pile of cloth on impact, and, after a few seconds, gets right up again, brushing himself off. He peers around nervously, trying to regain his sense of direction.

So...uh. This definitely isn't the first time that Beaker has been whisked off to some unfamiliar place at the drop of a hat. Even before that whole Nautilus thing, Bunsen had taken the liberty of testing the prototype teleporter on Beaker every day for a week or so. He was lucky that his molecules hadn't been arranged inside out. There's a vague notion that maybe there's a chance that he'll find Bunsen here, unlike the previous dimension he was in.

But, for now, this is a lot to take in for a Muppet like Beaker. So he's just going to sit in the corner and tuck his face into his shirt like a turtle. It's fine. Everything is fine.]

[kindaruledatit]

Yeah! That's what I sa-

[Wendy, still wrapped up in her own frustration at yet another unwilling change of scenery, heard the complaining coming from over in this direction. And she turned as she spoke... She certainly didn't expect this.

Honestly, at least Tadashi was more in Wendy's good graces by this point.]

Oh hey, Tadashi! Sup? It's been a while.

[hallotween]

[butterfly... the wheels visibly turn in her head.]

... Are you Star's mom or something? [relatives are normal. this she can understand.]

[tadaishi]

Dunno about 'regularly', but it's happened to me more than enough times already.

[Sorry dude.]

[derring_do]

[Della's been so fascinated with the whole scenario that she doesn't even notice who is and who isn't a new arrival when she goes to ask them questions, so she barely even glances at Belle, let alone notices her confusion, when she starts up again.]

Oh, it's real! Trust me, I've already gone and tried pushing half of this stuff over. None of it's cardboard, and that whole ticket thing was way too--

[...Actually this person doesn't. Look like she's handling this whole situation incredibly well, from the way she's tugging at her band like that. It admittedly takes Della a while to actually notice said alarm, but once she does she kind of trails off.]

--Uh, hey, are you okay? The band doesn't really come off... I've tried that, too.

[tadaishi]

[Nice to see you again too, Belle.]

You know, the whole kidnapping people thing?

[evilette]

( it's a busy day at auradon prep — but it's nothing that a princess like evie can't handle. there's her physics homework to finish, adding the appliqués to the new dress she's working on as a present for dizzy when she arrives, reapplying her lip gloss, and —

oh, goodness, she needs to jot something down for her meeting with ben and the council of sidekicks before she dashes off. except when evie opens her blue notebook, prepares to write something in her neat cursive, she finds some sort of — ticket? laying ever-so-purposefully within its open pages. so evie touches it.

... and finds herself somewhere completely new, utterly different from both the isle and auradon in its architecture and the people all over and goodness, those portals look like magic. immediately, evie finds herself wishing that mal was here. just as quickly, the princess looks down at the wristband that's appeared on her person amongst golden bangles.

it's blue. plain blue. and it's nondescript, something evie is decidedly not. ) This so does not go with my outfit.

[faciliheir]

[weird portals? fine. whatever. she's had worse. suddenly not where she was five minutes ago? whatever. fine. she's already glanced around and noticed the Two Whole People (c) she gives a damn about are nearby and looking just as confused. none of this is a big deal.

the wristband thing? hmmm nope don't like that.

at first she looks for the way to unclip it. when there isn't one, she tries to rip it off. when that doesn't work, she just kinda. loses one of her few remaining scraps of patience and dignity and is just. trying to gnaw the sucker off. briefly considering if she really needs two whole hands.]

[andbegone]

Yes, exactly, what he said. Answer or you--

[...Actually. He stops and eyes Backslide, eyes narrowed. There's plenty of other useless townsfolk around to shout at, this guy is obviously just trying to out-intimidate Sheldon and he won't stand for that.]

Hey. Hey. You-- I'm clearly handling this, you go interrogate someone else. [Honestly, the nerve of some people.]