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You aren't sure how you landed here, or even where here is. But here you are. Some new place. Or maybe... maybe it is familiar. Maybe not. So... where are you?



AURADON



Welcome to Auradon! You have woken up in the perfectly manicured grass before a large castle. You're not the only one! if you follow the path to the Castle you'll discover it is the dorm for a large school attached at the back. Everything is amazing and elegant. There is a wing of rooms that are meant for girls, which are generally full of pink and white and sparkles and lace and frills. Very few of the doors are locked, but a lot of them are filled with personal belongings, like these were someone's rooms.

The rooms meant for boys are much the same, though they are more blue and green and flannel. But again, most of the doors are unlocked, even though the rooms look lived in.

On both sides, the rooms each have two beds, and two of everything.

The grounds themselves are well kept and neat with flowers and bushes and lots of places for sitting on the grass to enjoy the sun or share a picnic.

What is missing - in the dorms, on the grounds, in the perfectly clean classrooms are... people. The only people around are those who seem like you, newly arrived and confused.

And then, rushing right at you, are animals. Birds and rabbits and stray cats and dogs!




The Isle

You are in a graveyard. an old poorly cared for graveyard littered with trash. Old crushed cups and molded fruit cores. The whole place had an air of neglects with weeds springing up around what at first seemed to be tomb stones...

But a closer look might make one question them. For these were not tomb stones at all. There were no graves and what was carved into them wasn't names of the dearly departed, but rather sayings exulting evil. Celebrating it. These my dears, were doom stones.

But if the graveyard wasn't a graveyard, then what was the mausoleum that lorded over it all? Going inside would reveal it to be one of the most depressing suffocating horror houses of all - a high school. A poorly kept high school with drafty classrooms, a basement that stunk of mold and chemicals, and trash and graffiti everywhere. Many lockers are dented from the inside out, like something had been trying to escape. But it was eerily quiet now.

Some doors are locked. Most are not. But everything is just in a state of disrepair. One door has a giant spider guarding it, but everything else seems... deserted. Like this school had been abandoned long ago. With even the lights flickering, the whole thing feels almost haunted.

But if you try to use any magic or powers to light the way you might just find the scariest thing of all...

NO MAGIC WORKS HERE!

Welcome to the Isle of the Lost, explore if you dare....





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bgawk: do you see this shirt applejack!? (look at the post above you)
From: [personal profile] bgawk
um, toto and kansas are both? bands? like? ?? ((THE ISLE))

Another night, another big show with a smash hit finish. She'd taken her time bowing: between the new bridge and Freddy's trick with the chorus, they'd earned it. The joyous shrieking of delighted kiddos still rang in her audio pickups.

Chica grinned, blinking, and her eyes popped all the way open.

Grin? Gone.

Okay. Like, okay. Okay, so.

The place she found herself in might've been dark, dank==and yeah, kinda smelly, according to her systems==but it was definitely not the Parts and Service elevator.

For one thing? Above, there was nothing above her, but the stars, above. Like, not stickers: real ones. Kinda. Through the dense, gloomy atmosphere of heavy cloud cover and--swirly, stuff?

So was this what real fog was? Not the chemical ice stuff out of a machine. Real weather.

She had never been outside before. Would she rust?

And where was she, anyway?

"Um, guys?" Clucking softly and starting to pace, searching. "Freddy? Anybody?"

Silence.

She knew what tombstones were from their Halloween Specials: decorations! Here lies Pirate Dreadbear, and so forth. A little something to give their guests a thrilling scare.

Only, these were different. They stayed put when she nudged, hard, and even kicked one to test: stone, planted solid in the dirt. And they had...weird slogans.

Bad to the Bone; she knew that one, even if it wasn't the greatest example ever for the kids.

"Monty," sharper, "This is not funny, okay--where, are, you--?"

And off she went, picking her way toward the mausoleum, her confusion only growing as her anger muted itself but didn't--quite--subside.

Seriously, what the actual cluck?

[[Late night chicken is the best kind of chicken.]]

HEY, FRIENDO, GUESS WHO?

Date: 12 Nov 2022 02:22 (UTC)
misery_called_npcs: (Professor Yen Sid)
From: [personal profile] misery_called_npcs
In his many years as a wizard and a teacher, Yen Sid had seen quite a lot. It was safe to say that there was very little that could truly surprise the old professor any longer. However, an obviously mechanical humanoid chicken with a pink bow on her head wandering in through the doors of Dragon Hall was enough to cause even him to raise an eyebrow. "Well," he said after a moment, a note of amusement in his deep voice, "you're certainly not what I expected."

WHO COULD THAT POSSIBLY BE, G A S P!~

Date: 12 Nov 2022 23:55 (UTC)
bgawk: bottle sip, bottle guzzle. (bubbles)
From: [personal profile] bgawk
Chica was not sure what a mausoleum actually was. Theirs was plywood and masking tape, part of a seasonal set.

She was only somewhat less baffled to find it contained a high school. She did at least have some related concepts and archival music videos for that, and content in another franchise that distantly pinged to it: school was a place for learning stuff and meeting boys.

But if she was mystified by the sheer amount of new location data, and curious about school, well.

She was surprised, sure--hopping a little for the sound. But she was also programmed to respond to several varieties of Parental Tone. Mostly, that enacted scripts to reunite grown guests with their children, or help find a lost favorite toy ((suggest: lost and found)), or to flag down another trusted adult or guardian.

Still, this was the good voice. These were good tones, warm and faintly amused.

"Like, hi!" Brightly. "I'm Chica!" Pause, pinfeathers lifted, smiling. "You--were expecting me?"

Wait, no, he'd said he, wasn't expecting her. Hmm...

"Are you looking for someone?"

She was always glad to help.

YOU WILL NEVER GUESS IN A MILLION YEARS!

Date: 13 Nov 2022 01:02 (UTC)
misery_called_npcs: (Professor Yen Sid)
From: [personal profile] misery_called_npcs
"Not precisely," he said, his tone still faintly amused. He hadn't been actively searching for anyone just then, but that a new face had turned up was no surprise, under the circumstances. "Though it seems I've found someone regardless."

"I am Professor Yen Sid." He nodded politely in her direction as he introduced himself. "And this-", he gestured to indicate the building they were in, "-is Dragon Hall, on the Isle of the Lost." An indicator that he clearly expects her not to know that, which meant he was aware that she was from... out of town, so to speak.
bgawk: clever girl. (yearbook photo)
From: [personal profile] bgawk
She squinted in thought for that, turning it over in her parser--there was something very wise about it. Like a riddle.

"Good to meet you, Professor Yen Sid!"

She was pretty sure professor was a job description, but it was polite to address guests by the whole name they gave you.

She did flag slightly for the new input, feathers drooping a bit. Where was the Isle of the Lost? And dragons were--pretend creatures. Like pirates, or wizards. Things from a story.

It all sounded really far away.

"Are we," ((hold please)) "gonna learn how to breathe fire? I mean, like, am I right that this is--dragon school?" Nervous giggle. "Thank you for, being, patient?"
nobodys_puppet: (Hooded Startlement)
From: [personal profile] nobodys_puppet
There was a small gasp and scrambling as the figure that had been hiding behind the kicked Doom Stone tried to find another hiding place. Had she been seen? She didn't know. But panic had her searching for another hiding space until she glanced back and saw what had kicked the stone. She tumbled to the ground then rushed to her feet. MONSTER! That had to be a heartless, right? A really weird Heartless, but still. She took a defensive stance, and tried to summon her Keyblade. But nothing came.

Panic, then.

HENLO, NEW FRIEND~

Date: 17 Nov 2022 01:24 (UTC)
bgawk: me and my cluckin' gun. (space cadet)
From: [personal profile] bgawk
Like, stones didn't gasp. Was that her imagination?

Time to kick it again to make sure. Hypothesis test! Only, it kinda just stayed where she left it, and except for a slight scraping noise there were no more tricks out of it.

Something darted out of the shadows nearby and stood all the way up, flailing a little.

👫 DETECTED, with the data kind of hovering either way.

She planted her hands on her knees and crouched down, making herself a lot smaller, and smiling without coming any closer: Chica knew a scared kid when she saw one.

"Are you lost?" Softly.

Of course, she didn't know where they were either, but the important thing was to just, chill, and be soothing, and try her best.

Re: HENLO, NEW FRIEND~

Date: 18 Nov 2022 06:54 (UTC)
nobodys_puppet: (Hooded Sorrows And Requests)
From: [personal profile] nobodys_puppet
Not a monster. Monsters didn't talk. So some sort of Person.

It might say something about Xion that the idea that this was a person was scarier than the thought that this was a monster.

She shuffled a step back, coming out of her fighting stance to hunch in on herself.

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