Event log END: Plankton tried and failed

[keyofimagination]

[It’s over. The Dreamfinder is saved. The Plankton Gremlins are gone, and everything is back to normal.

Well, mostly.

The very next morning, everyone who participated in the festival/saving the festival will once again wake up with a brand new card and an invitation for an emergency meeting.

Once again Rod is there, and once again he looks tired but he stands up straight once a crowd gathers.]

Good morning everyone, due to recent events Red and I had an emergency meeting on the state of affairs. I know this may be rash, and it might not be a popular opinion since he’s only been mayor for a month. However, between kidnapping someone that i consider a friend and important asset to the town and letting loose gremlins on Epcot, we have no choice but to impeach Plankton, effective immediately. I am aware that this is usually the kind of decision one needs to vote for, but after all Plankton’s done after a month, along as never attending a single actual meeting, as the creator of this realm I believe I am perfectly justified in my decision.

We plan on holding another election in the near future, as I don’t want to keep status quo just because of one bad mayor. However, for the time being I will resume the role as the mayor, and I will happily listen to any remarks or criticisms anyone has about this scenario or about how we should run this place.

[OOC: Event end! As mentioned we will intend on holding another election in the future, but it will be a smaller event than the first election and it probably won't be the only monthly event in that case. If we left you out of the list or if you got a double please let us know and we’ll fix it right away!]

Comments

[andbegone]

Well, it's not like it would've been my fault. I couldn't control those gremlins.

[greatwidesomewhere]

But you caused them to appear, did you not?

[andbegone]

Sure, I made them appear. Fine. Whatever. But did I tell them to destroy the city? Not directly! Nothing burned down! Nobody died! It's fine.

[not_over_yet]

At least we can all agree that your own overwhelming incompetence prevents your having any sort of lasting effect.

[andbegone]

These things take time, you know. Give me three more months and I'll have Dole Whip entirely eliminated.

[not_over_yet]

This is still about the Dole Whip.

[andbegone]

...Perhaps.

[not_over_yet]

While I might understand obsessions and I do applaud your not aiming overly high...

At least come up with something better as a cover story. Those standards are embarrassing, even for you.

[andbegone]

I'm a wildly successful restaurateur, buddy, it's my job to focus on important culinary matters. Like Dole Whip.

[not_over_yet]

...

We've established you haven't any of the stuff, but: do you know what "dignity" is.

[greatwidesomewhere]

You should be in prison.

[There's no venom in her voice, but there is an awful lot of incredulity.]

[andbegone]

Regular prisons aren't strong enough to contain me. Ask anyone from Bikini Bottom, they can back me up.

[he's like. proud about this]

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Belle just kind of. Stares at him for a long moment.]

...Must be insane, he has to be.

[She's mainly talking to herself, here.]

[standingonmyneck]

[don't worry sis, she got you.]

Ask and confirm with someone from Bikini Bottom.

[andbegone]

Actually, they're biased. Incredibly biased. So don't ask them. Forget I said anything.