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Auradon

Food Fright! 

Fresh food stores have been running low! And with a focus on trying to get to the Isle rather than to farms or stores... the pickings are getting kind of slim. Well, there was enough shelf stable food to feed a whole school and castle worth of people, but is it really worth anything without fresh fruit and ice cream? Maybe you drew the short straw and have to make a meal with this. Or maybe this is a ton of food and you're sick of the griping and determined to make a meal they'll never forget out of the "scraps" they all turned their noses up at. Or maybe you just popped in to get a snack and someone else was already cooking. No matter what the story is, the kitchen is a little weird right now. So... how hungry are you?

Zen And The Art Of The Lawn

One of the first things most people noticed when they arrived at Auradon Prep was the perfectly manicured vibrantly green lawns. Well, now that some time has passed without a staff, the lawns are starting to look a little... not perfect. The king mentioned in passing that he was trying to figure out a solution, that while he knew there were other priorities he still wanted to fix this problem. And being the do-gooder you must be to land here... Well, perhaps you have some ideas how to mow and revitalize the landscaping? 

The Isle

Un-Fun House Hall Of Mirrors

Somehow you wandered into Mother Gothel's office and it is just amazing. Oh, no sorry, it is just a maze. Of mirrors. It is hard enough to find a way out, but a glimpse of a face that isn't yours tells you that you might not be alone here after all....

Homeschool

Doc F, the headmaster gave everyone what might have been a homework assignment, if any of the students could actually make it home. But since everyone was trapped in the school, he decided to have everyone make it home in a different way. The current assignment was to make some part of the school feel more like it belonged to you. Make your mark. Claim your space. He made available spray paint and markers and all sorts of things most adults didn't want you using on school property. But then, the headmaster wasn't most adults, was he? 

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Doctor Ian Wright | Quantum Leap | Warning Spoilers

[ian_never_wrong]

(I know I can't app Ian yet, but they want to play, so TDM it is!)

Zen and the art of Lawn Care

Ian had spread a brightly coloured blanket they had found out on the lawn and was sitting on it. The lawn needed work, and there had to be a way to do with with science. Had to be. Sure, there wa a lawnmower, but what fun was that? Besides, Ian was built for science, now manual labor. And technology always held the answers to all problems. One just had to find it. If Ian had learned nothing else from coding club, they had learned that.

Besides, perhaps if they designed a weird enough lawn care robot it would cause Ben to leap into someone here and then they could get a message through Ben to Addison and everyone else, and then they could figure out how to get Ian home.

Just as soon as they figured out how to get Sam home. Ugh.

No, one problem at a time, Ian.

So Ian was siting on the blanket, a dismantled phone in their lap, a small laptop balanced on one knee, a screwdriver in one hand, and what had once upon a time been an remote controlled horse toy in the other. There were also a selection of kitchen knives on the blanket and a few pairs of scissors.

Ian was a little too focused, perhaps, on carefully removing one of the circuit boards from the horse toy, as they didn't notice anyone had spotted them...

Ian was, today, wearing a pale pink blazer over a black turtle neck, dark blue pants, sneakers, a single gold necklace and just a hint of lipstick, their hair slicked back out of the way, to just under their ears; with hints of black roots making lie of the white blond of the rest of their hair. Hey, you didn't need a gender to want to like how you looked. But redoing the dye job would have to wait until after Ben was home. Well... until they both were, now. But wow did they ever have a story to tell Addy, Magic, and Jenn.

Why hello there

[whatoncewentwrong]

Being pulled to an entirely new dimension was probably the strangest thing that had happened to him yet. Though given his life, it wasn't by that much. And being apparently cut off from Al and thus from those back home, he had no real way of discerning whether or not his arrival here was connected to leaping at all, or if it was caused by some separate phenomenon. Given that it was his own face he saw in the mirror though, he was inclined to think it was the latter. He wasn't quite ready to call it magic- whatever the locals claimed- though.

At any rate it seemed he wasn't the only technically minded person around. When he'd gone looking for some tools for electronics work, he'd been told that he wasn't the first to ask about such and had been directed outside, specifically to a spot in the shade of an oak tree. (An oak tree that looked just a bit too well groomed, still.) There he found what he took to be a young man sitting on a blanket, busily working on picking apart a phone and what looked like a remote control toy. "Looks like someone beat me to the punch when it comes to looking into the local technology," Sam said by way of announcing his presence as he approached. "Mind if I join you?"

Re: Why hello there

[ian_never_wrong]

"That's fi...." Ian started to say, then they looked up to the speaker. Their eyes went wide and they jumped to their feet, just barely putting things down carefully. "You... You're do you know who you are?! No wait, not a rhetorical question. Do you know who you are? What year is it? what is the last thing you remember? Hold on, I have to get my tablet to make notes. May I record you? I have full clearance. They were rushing to set up the phone to record without waiting for a response before grabbing up the laptop, shoving the phone into a chest pocket on the blazer so they could hold the laptop with one hand and type with the other. "Alright, ready, go."

Re: Why hello there

[whatoncewentwrong]

Sam quirked an eyebrow at the person's reaction, though the mention of 'full clearance' gave him a hint as to why they might be so flustered. And 'they' seemed to be the right term, as Sam got a better look at them, though he made a mental note to ask later. Whoever they were they didn't seem inclined to let him get a word in edgewise until they were ready to record.

"Let's... just start with introductions," he said. "Yes, I do know who I am; Dr. Sam Beckett. Though judging by your reaction, you already knew that. And you are...?"

Re: Doctor Ian Wright | Quantum Leap | Warning Spoilers

[cheep_soongbird_knockoff]

Rren was not really thinking about the lawn, or rather, they were enjoying it slightly disheveled before someone worked out an efficient way to resume maintaining it.

Something they did not understand given that this much lawn was... excessive and the space could better serve as gardens and flowerbeds, things that would actually benefit the ecosystem. But then, this place? Who knew. Maybe it was balanced just right to allow giant swathes of wasted, difficult to maintain space.

They paused in walking when they spotted the stranger sitting on the blanket with the various tech pieces around them, some of which seemed to have been a phone once upon a time (if you'll pardon the expression). And. Well, that caught their interest.

They approached, offering a faint smile as they did. It was still a very neutral expression but it was one and that was something. "Trying to figure out how it works or going for something new?" They asked as they approached.

They could have started with an introduction, they probably should have, but curiosity won out. It usually did.

Re: Doctor Ian Wright | Quantum Leap | Warning Spoilers

[ian_never_wrong]

"Trying to modify the phone into a control unit for the what will soon be a landscaping tool. Why mow the lawn when science can mow it for us, after all," Ian said, looking up with a hint of a smile. Then a blink. "I gotta say, I like your fashion sense."

Mickey Mouse | MDG: The Three Musketeers

[souris_keteer]

Food Fright

[ Growing up as a poor orphan, Mickey's never been one to complain when it comes to food. He's always been grateful for what little scraps he could get. So as he heads into the kitchen, he figures he'll do everyone a favor and eat what no one else wants.

So, the burnt bits? The table-scraps? Stuff that's dangerously close to expiration? Down the gullet it goes. ]

Here we go, that ought to do it! ... Huh. Now that I don't have to share with Pluto, Goofy and Donald, it feels kinda weird...

Zen And The Art Of The Lawn

[ ... Really? Mowing the lawn? That's the heroic duty of the day? Mickey isn't really one to complain, but... he thought life here would be about rescuing damsels in distress, defeating bad guys, and challenging adventures. And now here he is... cutting... grass.

Well! He's gunna make the most of it! If he has to cut grass, why not add in some training at the same time? That's why he's doing the gardening with his sword! It probably looks ridiculous, but it's getting the job done! ... Kinda. Sorta.]

Ha! Hi-ya! Gotcha! Take that! And some of this, too!

Wildcard

[ Make your own prompt! Feel free to 4th wall him, and get lots of confusion in return. ]

Re: Mickey Mouse | MDG: The Three Musketeers

[aquawayfinder]

Zen

Aqua had ben heading out to get some stretching in before she woke her students when she heard a familiar voice. A very familiar voice. Beaming brightly, she broke into a run and when she saw it was who she thought it was...

"Mickey!" she cried, overjoyed. And if he didn't move fast, he would be swept up into a tight hug.

[souris_keteer]

Apparently Mickey still had plenty of training to do, as the sudden "attack" caught him completely off-guard! He yelped, but didn't put up too much of a fight, since he was way too confused. Aqua would find him as light as a ragdoll.

Blinking rapidly, he looked up at the young lady who had swooped him up. "... That's me?" Pause. He then tilted his hat, trying to be polite. "Hello...?"

Foulques of the Mist | Final Fantasy XIV

[mist_the_point]

Un-Fun House Hall Of Mirrors

Of all the places to have wandered into in this Twelve-forsaken place, he had to have found his way in to that vain hyur's den. That she had even managed to acquire so many mostly unbroken mirrors in such a place as this was something of a wonder, but that didn't make it any less troublesome. If he couldn't find his way out soon, the mirrors may not remain unbroken for much longer. Though doubtless smashing her precious mirrors would incur the woman's wrath, there was little she could do him; as cutting as her tongue could be, he doubted she knew how to wield a weapon with any skill, if she even possessed a weapon.

Just as he was beginning to contemplate smashing the nearest mirror, there was movement. A Glimpse of a face at the edge of his vision. He mentally cursed himself; there was no room here to properly ready his weapon, if one could even call it that. "Who goes there?", he called out, his words rebounding oddly amid all the glass. "Declare yourself!" Under other circumstances he would have asked that they show themselves, but that would likely prove unhelpful where they currently were.

[queen_butterfly]

"Mallia," came the reply, the voice sounding a bit frustrated as well. The glimpses in the mirror were fleeting, but becoming more readily visible as whoever it was of ended up in better positions to be reflected where he could see her. Dark updo, long dark dress, dark makeup.... "I'm afraid I've gotten so turned about, I've forgotten why I even set foot in here to begin with. And I'm not at all convinced that this maze isn't changing around me!"

[mist_the_point]

Foulques relaxed a fraction when the woman presented no immediate threat. "You give its architect too much credit," he replied. "Even had she the skill to do so- which I much doubt- tis unlikely that she would deign to look up from her own reflection long enough to contrive such a thing." His tone indicated irritation at both the place and its owner.

The reflections Mallia would see were decidedly different, and decidedly not human. Gray skin, white hair, and pinkish-purple eyes, above what looked to be a suit of tarnished scale mail. She'd likely be able to note something slung at his back as well, though the odd angles made it impossible to tell what. "Mayhap two sets of eyes would fare better in this maze than one. Stay where you are, but continue to speak; I shall endeavor to follow your voice." Another task easier said than done, but hearing was more reliable a sense than sight under current circumstances.

Re: Foulques of the Mist | Final Fantasy XIV

[professorsong]

A bit of a laugh. "That's a bit forward for a first date, Sweetie." She grinned and stepped so he could see one of the reflections of her. She had definitely taken on the local colour. What could she say? She was good at adapting. Isle chic worked on her. And hid all the various toys she needed to keep hidden. Even if they didn't work here for some reason she knew better than to get rid of them.

Re: Foulques of the Mist | Final Fantasy XIV

[mist_the_point]

Date? Sweetie? What in the gods' was she on about? "Do not mock me, woman," he said, glaring. Of course, because he was glaring at the reflection of her, the angle probably looked all wrong to River. "Your name isn't a great deal to ask."

River Song | Doctor Who | "Spoilers...."

[professorsong]

Isle - Home School

Normally River wasn't the sort of person to take orders. Unless they amused her. Thankfully, this one did. Or perhaps it was better to say.... she was going to do it anyway.

Which was why River could be found up on the roof with an improvised bag over one shoulder filled with spray paint cans. She was writing a message up there in a dead language from a dead world. But she was also keeping aware of the people coming and going. She was mostly done, and willing to jump down to talk to anyone interesting.

And when it came down to it, who wasn't interesting? Though some, she admitted, were more interesting dead than alive.

Lawn Care (Mid- Wake CRAU)

[younghero]

Link eyed the lawn. Overgrown grass was very, very tempting. Grass held all sorts of treasures in Hyrule and even in Termina.

Of course, it sometimes also held monsters and holes that you could fall into.

Either way, he felt it was something he could probably help with. If he was allowed to use a sword, that was.

"Excuse me. I can fix the lawn if someone will lend me a sword, please."

Re: Lawn Care (Mid- Wake CRAU)

[aquawayfinder]

Aqua had been walking past an open window when she heard that question being asked to someone else. She vaulted through the window and rushed over, sweeping Link into a hug. "Link!" she said happily. She was so glad to see her friend again! Even if it was a version of him that maybe didn't know her yet.

Re: Lawn Care (Mid- Wake CRAU)

[younghero]

"Aqua!"

Link returned the hug, surprised--and glad--to see her again. "Is this your home? I kind of ended up in another world again."

Re: Lawn Care (Mid- Wake CRAU)

[mal_contented]

"You want to pay for sword rental.... by mowing the grass?" Mal asked, brows raised into her purple hairline, arms crossed.

Re: Lawn Care (Mid- Wake CRAU)

[younghero]

"Yeah! It's the best way to mow grass. I can get this done in no time!" Link replied cheerfully.

Last one. Probably >.>

[memories_of_me]

"I am not even going to ask what a sword has to do with lawn care," Dryly. "I will ask however why you seem to be following me," Crossing her arms.

Re: Last one. Probably >.>

[younghero]

"It's to cut the grass with. Really, they could just put some sheep out, but, it's more fun to use a sword."

Did she ask? No. That didn't stop him from answering anyway.

"And, I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

Ash Ketchum | Pokemon XYZ

[ashwantstobattle]

{ The Art of Lawn Care Probably shouldn't involve a fire type - Auradon }

Being who Ash is, he's most definitely volunteered to help with the yard. They're letting him stay here and giving him food when he needs it-the least he can do is help take care of the yard. So, Ash Ketchum is out pushing a lawn mower and he's doing a pretty good job. The lawn looks nice and Ash is rather proud of his work.

His Pokemon however, well they're doing their best. Pikachu and Squirtle are watering flowers, Greninja is using Cut to prune the hedges. Charizard is napping, being mindful of his tail so he doesn't accidentally start a fire, Rowlet is napping with him. Torkaol though...

"Squirtle!" Squirtle lets out in alarm and rushes over to use water gun on a bush that seems to have caught fire.

"What's-What happened!?" Ash lets out in alarm as he races over to where the fire started. He sees Torkoal looking guilty, tears streaming down it's face and lets out a sigh.

"Torkoal, what were you trying to do?" He asks, hands on his hips.

"Toooor" The poor thing sobs. He was only trying to help!



{ Unfun House }

How Ash managed to end up on the Isle is far beyond him and probably anyone that's taken two seconds to talk to him. However, that's exactly where he's ended up and somehow, he's been sent to Mother Gothel's Office.

"Hello?" He calls out, stepping into the room and looking around. There is quite the maze to wander through here. He glances at his constant, yellow companion and the two shrug at each other as the door behind them shuts. "Guess no one's here..." Ash comments. Why would anyone send him here if there was no one here to see?

"Should we go in?" He asks Pikachu.

"Pika." Pikachu responds.

Re: Ash Ketchum | Pokemon XYZ

[souls_of_roles]

Kyoko had been heading inside with a bunch of flowers she had picked to put in the kitchen when she saw Pikachu and Squirtle. She blinked a few times, then smiled brightly and ran towards them. "Hello! Hello! My name is Kyoko! What kind of fairies are you? Do you know any other fairies?!" You could almost see the shojo sparkles around her, her eyes shining with wonder and hope.

[ashwantstobattle]

Squirtle and Pikachu tense up when the unfamiliar human approaches and Pikachu immediately looks to see where Ash is-explaining to Torkoal about fire and grass it seems- and then back to the Human.

“Pika?” Pikachu tilts his head and then looks to Squirtle to see if he understood. Squirtle offers a head shake of his own.