From The Toybox to the Junkyard, Saturday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

"It's time to goo~ooo!" Karla's voice singsonged through the lowest hallway of the Toybox, where only the worst of the deviant toys were kept. As such, that was where everyone who'd gotten caught in the island's machinery had been taken, shoved way below ground where there was only flickering florescent lights in bare fixtures and no fresh air.

Hey, they'd be getting all the fresh air they needed on the long walk to the Junkyard. Their last walk anywhere.

Green army men gathered all the traitors up, shoving them into a rough line, jump ropes turning them into a chain gang together.

"Isn't it exciting?" Karla said, doing a little dance as they got lined up. "This time, instead of cutting out at the gate, the Toymaker has decreed the island will watch you get fed to the machines. After you lot, there won't ever be traitors again."

[OCD up, have at, everybody except Kimera WHO IS NOW EVEN MORE GROUNDED THAN ME.]

Meanwhile, Beneath the Island...

[glacial_queen]

While their friends were storming the Junkyard above, a small group of people were trying to fix things once and for all. Discussions with Verity, Nina, and Steve had led to the idea that these dolls were important for something, and considering the way they'd been painted, hidden, and the weird reaction when they were all brought together, that something probably equated out to 'magic.'

The kind of magic that could get them home again.

So the rest of the island started making traps and heading for an ambush, a small group headed back to the machinery beneath the surface. All the Toymaker's guards were going to be busy, right? And even if this wasn't what the magic nesting dolls were for, fixing the machinery was still their best bet.

( Let's just hope they had better luck than the last team... )

[ooc: preplayed by the delightful handystand, heartinabox, heroic_jawline, sir_zapsalot, somethingwithturquoise & thatwaslucky, coded by Queen Kimera, first of her name. FB]

And In the Junkyard...

[glacial_queen]

From far beneath their feet came the sound of a heavy explosion, large enough to shake the ground. Sounded like the strike team had done...something? At least? And the trembling didn't stop just because the explosion did; instead it kept going long enough to cause most of toys who were still upright to fall over. The remaining constructed minions crumbled apart as the last of the Toymaker's hold over the island came unraveled.

With a deep, shuddering groan, the very earth beneath the Junkyard tore itself apart as a huge outcropping of machinery, like a spire made from metal and circuitry, dragged itself up into the sky. Then it became apparent this wasn't a spire but a stalk as a large cybernetic flower bloomed.

"Please input destination parameters." The voice that issued forth was warm and maternal, the kind of voice that could wrap you up in a hug. "Please input destination parameters. Do not be alarmed. Please input destination parameters so we may go home."

...At least it wasn't telling people to smile and have fun?

[AND WE'RE DONE! Much later than I'd intended to, but Sunday had always been planned to be a wrapup day. Thanks to everyone for playing! <3 <3]