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.

Steve	Well, it was a good thing that Steve's drawer o' hands (SO CREEPY) came with both weapon-holding and punching versions of hands because he'd brought both with him today, plus a pair of shields that he wasn't at all familiar with but looked really cool, and a three-pronged spear that had come with the shields. He'd figure it out. He pulled himself up to his full foot of height. "Right. Everyone suited up?"
Rey	"...Sort of," Rey said, glancing at the lightsaber in her hand. Sure, it was plastic and she couldn't actually deactivate it at all, but it was something.
Not Thundercrack	The guy who absolutely did not go by the name Thundercrack, thank you very much, Freddy, with the perpetually dramatic cape-fluttering pose and an impressive sense of balance to keep from falling over with that gigantic head of his . . . Would have nodded, but he wasn't one of the bobblehead Funkos. Instead, a little crackle of lightning (it looked weirdly translucent-plastic-y) formed around his hands as he flashed them a double thumbs-up. "Is now a bad time to mention that I've never actually figured out how to get out of the suit? Uh, I mean . . . suited up and ready to go!"
Summer	Summer had to snort a little at that, taking a moment to curl up her fists and feel the little heavier bits of metal she'd gone and sewn into them, took a second to kick her feet a little to test the ones she'd put in her toes. Look. She was made of entirely soft things and had to improvise, especially since her blaster was just plastic right now, though she did have it ready on her hip. But whatever. She was super proud of the whole idea as long as you didn't think too hard about the fact that she'd literally sewed herself open to do it. It was, like, not even on the top five weirdest things she'd done in these kinds of situations, okay, guys? Whatever. "That's hopefully a problem that'll take care of itself once this is over," she offered to Absolutely Not Thundercrack, before her attention shifted back to the group as a whole and she nodded, 'cracking' her knuckles again. "But, yeah, I'm ready."
Okuyasu	Okuyasu grimaced and with all his plushy will, summoned forth his Stand, The Hand... who was an intricately detailed and articulated action figure. "I really hope he still can erase things," Okuyasu said, because he hadn't actually tried in his current state. "Let's get our fleshy bodies back." Not the most intimidating of lines, really.
Regina	"Please don't put it that way," Regina said. She double checked (again) that her fireballs were working properly, then closed her hand and extinguished it again. "I mean, I agree, but still."
Steve	"There has to be a better way to put that," Steve agreed, looking a little judge-y. But that was also just how his face was this week. "The island is counting on us. Protect each other, watch your backs, be on the lookout for the unexpected," he said as he climbed carefully onto a ladder.
Okuyasu	"Playtime is over," Okuyasu said, getting on a ladder. He laughed a little too gleefully. "I heard that in a movie once, it's pretty good here, right?"

Steve	Steve was very glad for the articulation in his plastic knees as he landed correctly coming out of the chute. "You okay?" he checked, looking for Regina and getting a quick impression of wherever it was they'd landed at the same time. Pink candy nightmare, check. He could feel his teeth hurt already.
Regina	"I'm fine," Regina assured him. She was made of a particularly bendy sort of rubbery plastic, and as such was even more flexible than she would be normally. ". . . If there's a blind witch at the center of all this, I'm going to be really annoyed." She was reasonably certain she'd made peace with her back in the Underworld, after all.
Steve	He understood that reference! "Hansel and Gretel, right?" he checked, testing how his shields functioned. "If someone ate something without permission..."
Regina	"That's right," Regina said, giving him a small smile. "Tell me, does the version you know involve an evil queen, too?" She never got credit for her part in that one. Or, she supposed, technically blame, but still. So many of her exploits went unknown in the various realms.
Steve	"Not that I remember," Steve said, "but my ma tended to skip over some of the good parts." He smiled. "I spent a lot of time sick in bed as a kid, so she spent a lot of time reading to me."
Regina	"How lovely," Regina said, and for possibly the first time this week, wasn't being sarcastic. "My son loved the old classics too." She narrowed her eyes as she spotted movement through the licorice whip forest. "Looks like we've got incoming. What the hell is that?" It looked . . . gooey.
Steve	Steve tried to narrow his eyes to see better but...plastic. "It looks goopy." So his weird spear accessory would be useless. "Probably not friendly, in any case. Hide or fight?"
Regina	Oddly enough, Regina's button eyes could narrow. Her drawn on eyebrows came down into a fairly vicious V as well. "You know what? I'm in a mood. Let's see if it burns."
Steve	"If it's sugar, it'll burn," Steve said. "My--" He shook his head. Now was not the time to think about Tony, sent off to the Toybox. "--we're horrible cooks," he finished instead. "Sugar definitely burns."
Regina	Regina wasn't really looking for reminders of her own trip the toybox, either. She'd been lucky enough to escape -- never underestimate the powers of a formerly evil queen -- but it'd been a near thing. "Well then. Time to carmelize a bitch." She threw her fireball with an accuracy that spoke to a lot of experience fighting off monsters of various sorts in intensely flammable areas. The goo monster roared, then burbled, then bubbled, letting off a sweet, burnt smell. "We should probably get moving, before its friends show up."
Steve	"Because goo monsters are never loners," Steve said. "Probably goos out little friends for itself." He shook his head. "Sorry. My life is weird, even when I'm not in a land made of candy trying to kill us. Let's just keep following the path and hope we don't run into a man made of tin or straw."
Regina	"We're in a candy world, honey," Regina pointed out. "Tin and straw don't fit the theme." Regina started forward, keeping an eye on the scenery, her hands loose and ready at her sides. She was reasonably certain this was going to get worse before it got better.
Steve	Just like everything else this summer. His head did a really great swivel (all the way around, if he wasn't careful), so he was using that to keep both eyes on the landscape as they moved. "There," he said finally. "Nine o'clock. Three guys with axes."
Regina	Regina looked where he pointed. "I see them." She summoned another fireball. "I can keep these up for awhile, but not forever. Can you handle at least one of them?"
Steve	Steve nodded. "They look pretty punchable," he said, "and I've got this spear..." He arched an eyebrow. "I'll be okay. I do this sort of thing pretty often."
Regina	Regina chuckled. "Nice to know the action figure look isn't some ironic statement." She took aim with the fireball and threw it at the lead axe man.
Steve	"Not just a pretty face," Steve assured her, racing off with superhuman speed to engage with the other two, who didn't last very long at all. "This spear is kind of neat!" he said enthusiastically, returning and smelling slightly of peppermint axes.
Regina	"It's certainly dramatic," Regina said. "Shall we continue?"
Steve	"Head in the direction they came from, maybe?" Steve said. "They must be protecting something." Towards the molasses swamp. Yay.
Regina	"Ugh," Regina said. "I hate swamps." She waved him on. "Would you like to lead this time?"
Steve	"Sure," Steve said. "You said the...fireball thing...was not something you can sustain indefinitely?" Because he was thinking that molasses swamp was going to lead to more goo people. Best to be prepared.
Regina	"I don't usually need more than one or two at a time," Regina said. "I can probably manage . . . four or five more. Less, if I need to use a different spell."
Steve	Steve nodded. "Maybe you should start thinking of a different spell," he said, pointing out a pack of a dozen goo things a few hills over where they hadn't yet spotted the pair, "or we can try to go another way."
Regina	"Oh hell," Regina muttered. "I can hold them off for a little while, maybe, but I won't be able to take them all down." She looked around, sizing up their options. "Gumdrops or lollipops, then?"
Steve	"Lollipops," Steve decided. "How creepy could lollipops get?" Well, now you've done it, Steve.
Regina	"Oh ye of little faith," Regina said. Not that the gumdrops didn't have as much deadly potential.
Steve	"Off to the Lollipop Woods we go, then, before the molasses people see us," Steve said and sighed heavily at just hearing himself say that. "This week."
Regina	Regina laughed. "You'd never make it in a fairy tale realm." She headed into the woods, carefully scanning for the next threat -- and paused when she spotted something odd in one of the lollipops. "Take a look at this," she called, moving closer. There was some sort of . . . divot in the lollipop, in the shape of. . . . "Does that look like it'd fit a nesting doll to you?"
Steve	"My world leans into the aliens and technological nightmares instead," Steve said, moving closer as well. "And it does look like it'd fit a doll."
Regina	Regina pulled her doll from her bag, sizing it up, then carefully fitted it into the divot. There was a faint rumble, a magical shift in the atmosphere. Regina looked up. "Well. Something just happened."
Steve	"Don't suppose the slot for my doll would be conveniently close here?" Steve said, looking at the other lollipops. "Huh, there it is. That seems like bad planning on their part." He was too busy pulling the doll out to notice the lollipop-wielding little girls coming their way.
Regina	"Or it's a trap," Regina said, spotting said girls. She had a fireball out and launched in a moment, but there were more coming. "Watch your six, Captain!"
Steve	"Of course," Steve muttered as the decoy hole disappeared. "Time to run!"
Regina	Regina let out a blast of purple lightning -- less focused than fireballs, so it took less energy, but packed rather less of a punch -- and hurried after him. The lead girl swung her lollipop like an ax, toppling a lollipop tree. The candy top crashed to the ground, narrowly missing Regina's head, sending candy shards in every direction. These girls were not fucking around, were they.
Steve	"You okay?" Steve called, shields up to protect him from flying shrapnel. "Let's head towards the gumdrops!"
Regina	Regina nodded. "I've had worse." There were advantages, it turned out, to being made of rubbery plastic. "You take point! I'll try to keep these little bitches back!"
Steve	Steve. Steve, no. "Language," he said with a little grin before starting to run decidedly faster than a standard human...toy...thing. "I think I see the real spot!" he called. It was on top of a giant gumdrop because of course it couldn't be easy. He used his spear like the world's most extra pole-vault and landed about halfway up, scrambling over giant pieces of sugar and trying in vain not to get too sticky. "Molasses things coming from the north!" he yelled down.
Regina	"Of course they are!" Regina yelled back. She couldn't even really complain that this wasn't her life (except for the made-of-plastic thing). She'd literally always had to do things like fight off molasses monsters and murderous children with lollipop axes. She blasted the lollipop girls with lightning again, then dashed around the gumdrop to throw the largest fireball she could manage to the north. She was going to be exhausted later, but this was actually kind of fun.
Steve	Steve chuckled even if his face didn't really move. "Having fun?" he teased, clamoring to the top of the gumdrop. One non-decoy nesting doll holder was waiting for him, thank God. "Here goes nothin'," he muttered, jamming it in.
Regina	"It's been awhile since I last let loose," Regina said. She looked up as she felt the world shudder again, that magic atmospheric shift. It was longer this time, more drawn out. The lollipop Valkyries went see through. "Might want to come down, Captain!" she called. "I'm not sure that gum drop's going to be there in a moment!"
Steve	Steve flipped himself down (with a couple of twists mostly because he could and it was fun) and landed on the ground, which was not any steadier than the gumdrop had been. "That did something," he said. "Hopefully it's a good something--"
Regina	"I swear, if this turns out to make the curse more powerful..." Candyland faded out around them, revealing a room full of enormous, fantastical machinery. "Well," Regina said. "This doesn't seem too toy-themed."

Rey	Well, at least the lightsaber was plastic, because Rey had to hold it in a very specific way so nothing terrible happened while going down a chute. Once she got down, she strapped it to her back just like she would her staff, which was very weird. "This is new," she said, looking around at her surroundings.
Summer	Well, maybe for someone from a galaxy far, far away, but for someone from a much closer galaxy that had at several times included a father's poorly received attempts for mandatory family game board nights? It all seemed eerily familiar. "Ooohhh, boy," Summer muttered, once she recovered from landing on her butt out of that chute, which was more mentally painful than it was physically, because she was so soft and squishy right now. She looked around for a moment before pushing herself up, brushing herself off, and then looking again. "Whatever you do," she offered, holding out her arms a little as a signal to Rey to maybe stay put for a moment, "just be very careful of what you touch and where you step. If my gut feeling about this place is right, it's going to be loaded to the teeth with dumb stupid traps. Or be so poorly and hastily constructed and flimsy that it'll probably all just come crashing down on us."
Rey	"Oh," Rey said, stopping where she was, and decided, "I can handle that." It was kind of nice to say that and know it. "Do you know what kinds of things are coming?"
Summer	"Not...entirely," Summer admitted, narrowing her eyes as she tried to scan the elaborate traps around them for familiar things. "I can guess, but, I mean, around here, you just know things aren't going to go the way you expect them to. I do know we should probably not be under the big hanging cage over there," she pointed, "and also watch out for metal balls if we're under things like buckets or that bathtub." That goddamn bathtub. "And," she offered, as she was starting to recall a few more frustrating childhood memories, "it's sort of a chain reaction thing, probably. Like, if we set something off, it's going to set a whole bunch of other things off, too."
Rey	"Good to know," Rey said, looking to get an idea of where these things might be. "I vote we try this way." Away from the bathtub, maybe. Not that anything else would be better.
Summer	Summer considered and nodded stiffly. "This way sounds good," she said, and took a first few tentative steps forward. "What are we even looking for?" she ventured. "Probably a way back to the others, right? Where do you think they ended u--" She froze, jumping back, just in time to avoid a large giant boot, festooned with spikes (lovely addition, really, she didn't remember anything like that in the game they played at home!), came swinging out into her path.
Rey	"Does that set something else off?" Rey asked. This was the problem with growing up on a desert planet far away from here with absolutely no fun at all.
Summer	"...Yyyeeessss," said Summer, slowly, as she tried to remember; it had been a while. But she looked up and followed the trajectory of the boot to find what she was looking for to jog her memory. "Yes!" she said with more confidence, flinging an arm to point. "That bucket! The boot's supposed to kick that bucket, and that sends a ball rolling down that ramp, to get....well, to get the ball rolling. But it looks like it missed. That should buy us a little more time before it tries again, hopefully."
Rey	"Not wasting any of it, then," Rey decided, taking off running in a way that meant she could clear the boot if it swung back at her without setting anything else off.
Summer	And then Rey was running and Summer supposed she should run, also, even if she wasn't exactly sure where they even planned on running to. But she thought she saw something, in the corner of her eye, and, in turning her head to look, tripped a little on a ridge in the floor that looked an awful lot like the line on a board game where you could fold it up. And in tripping, staggered right into the section holding the bucket. And for someone so soft, Summer apparently could still make a big impact, because it looked like they didn't need the boot to kick that bucket for it to be knocked over after all. "Well," said Summer, succinctly, blinking up as the bucket tipped and a ball came tumbling out, "fuck."
Rey	Anytime Rey had had to use the Force to move something, she'd always meant to, or had a very clear idea of what she was going to do before she did it. She'd never done it as a reaction to something. But there was something that told her something was coming, so she was ready before she knew she was, and her hand shot out to freeze the ball in midair before it could do any damage. Okay, so she could do that.
Summer	And Summer's brows lifted a little as the ball she'd been watching with dread to see exactly where that twisting ramp was going to take it just suddenly...stopped moving and decided it didn't need gravity any more, either. She blinked, and, for a brief moment, almost thought the thing was just going to change course and just fly right for their heads. It wouldn't be the first time something like that had happened to her. But it wasn't moving and she turned her head a little to see what Rey was doing, then turned back, sort of put two-and-two together, and snorted a little. "Well," she said, "that'll make this a little easier. Could you always do that?" It had been a while, Rey! And a very busy summer!
Rey	"I think technically yes," Rey settled on, and carefully set the ball down on the ground, still, where she thought it wouldn't roll into anything. "It's a recent surprise." That she was kind of freakishly good at, considering.
Summer	"...that's awesome," said Summer, with a whole rush of appreciation, not even just for the fact that they had this thing down no problem now, either. "That's, like, the Force, right? You can probably pretty much stop all these traps if you needed to."
Rey	"We'll see," Rey said, kind of casually, because there hadn't been much yet she hadn't been able to do, but she'd also gone from one constant test back home right into another one here. Eh. That was how she worked best, really. "By 'recent,' I mean three weeks." And a whole two unhelpful lessons.
Summer	"That's almost a whole month!" said Summer, encouragingly. "You can pick up a lot in almost a mon..." She trailed off, because she could have sworn she'd heard something, almost like a long, nails-on-a-chalkboard sort of creaking sound, and her eyes started to shift around the space looking for signs of movement or where that could have come from, because that was not the kind of sound you wanted to hear when you were trapped in some weird chamber of Rube-Goldberg torture. "...th," she concluded, then flicked her attention back to Rey. "Did you hear that?" This Force fangirling might have to wait for later.
Rey	Rey sighed, or would, if she had lungs right now. "Does anything in this game aside from the game itself try to kill you?" Rey asked, holding up her lightsaber... in all its plastic glory.
Summer	Summer really wished that plastic lightsaber was even a fraction as encouraging as Rey's newfound Force powers, but it didn't even come close. "Not really!" she said, a bit desperately, but she balled up her fist, reassured by the hard pieces of metal she'd sewn into it. Actual brass knuckles. She was still stupid proud of that idea. "Not that I can remember! But, then again, I don't remember the boot having spikes on it, either."
Rey	Rey hadn't exactly had a lot of toys in her life, and there were a lot of things about Earth she didn't know, but she knew pretty definitely that the teddy bear things creeping out from behind parts of the trap was not normal. "I should have brought my staff."
	Not for most dimensions, no, but it was a little disturbing, Summer realized, that this probably was normal for a few of the places she'd been. And those were no places she'd ever want to stay. "Well, I mean," she said, suddenly doubting that the weight she added to her knuckles and feet were going to make any difference at all against creepy-ass teddy bears, but curling her hands and getting ready to fight anyway, "that thing's probably going to function more like a staff than a lightsaber right now anyway." Which was, like, super helpful to point out there, Summer.
Rey	"It's different, though," Rey said, frowning as she smacked a growling teddy bear who got too close with her plastic lightsaber. She didn't think she was great with this. Looks like she had to beat up stuffed things anyway.
Summer	Summer winced a little at that smack, which felt like it should have done a bit more, taking a few tentative steps closer as she tried to think of the best way to get in a good punch without getting her arms ripped off. Maybe if she went back for that ball, gave it a good kick... Before she could give that thought a full consideration, though, she heard another sound that snagged her attention. A little...tapping? Her eyes darted up. Did the mechanism start up again? Was the trap about to come crashing down on them? But it was still, its moving parts currently stationary, and the sound was getting nearer. Summer turned, and found the source, and was almost wishing she didn't, as a handful of large spiders with baby doll heads emerged from behind them. "Oh, great!" she had to just throw up her hands in frustration because otherwise she'd just maybe panic a little. "Because the demon teddy bears weren't enough!" She could totally kick some creepy spider baby heads, though.
Rey	In a way this almost made Rey feel better, like she had done this before. It'd been a lot less annoying before. "Need help?" Rey asked, trying to turn the lightsaber in her hands for a different grip, which apparently didn't work that well when you were plastic. Fine. She poked the teddy bear in the eye.
Summer	Summer bounced up to give her leg an experimental swing toward the spider-baby; the weight at the end of her toe connected, and there was something weirdly, oddly satisfying about the way the spider-baby flew up in the air and flipped and landed on its head, its spindly spider legs twitching uselessly in the air. Summer smirked, despite herself. "Nah, I think I got these guys," she said; where was that ball again? There it was! Sure, it had been years since she'd played soccer, but it was like riding a bicycle...if that bicycle was kicking metal balls into spider-babies' faces! "You focus on the bears!"
Rey	Rey jabbed again, which pulled out some stuffing. That was... maybe unexpectedly gruesome? ...She poked the lightsaber in there again. Stop attacking her and the problem was solved. Another one tried coming up behind her, and she managed to stiffly kick that one down, where it seemed to have not the easiest time getting back up from on it's back. This was weird.
Summer	Super weird, and that was from Summer, and she should know. But the ball worked super well knocking the spider-babies over, and she went to stomp one of their heads, expecting it to be a nice and satisfying squash, but all it did was put a weird dent in its plastic forehead. "Gross," she said, and booted it out of the way. Just in time to catch a flash of silver in the corner of her eye. Another ball, dropping from the ceiling, into the bucket, just as the boot kicked it and knocked it over. "Rey!" she shouted. "It's starting again!"
Rey	"Got it!" Rey had been able to do a lot of things she hadn't known she could do, without quite knowing how. Apparently there were still things she needed to work on, like proper focus with the Force when you were being attacked by murderous teddy bears and all of a sudden having a chain reaction start around her, because what she actually did was manage to propel the ball forward instead. "...Don't got it!"
Summer	"Oh no!" said Summer, whose attention darted up from the spider-babies to the mousetrap that was steadily going through all of its various little tricks and turns much too fast now. And then...an idea. As if that second ball plunking down into that stupid bathtub looming over their heads had also switched on a lightbulb in her head. "Oh wait!" she amended. "Rey! Quick! Before it comes down, try to get these guys underneath that giant cage there! Then maybe we can trap them!" She was already trying to boot one of the spider-babies that way, much to the spider-baby's hissing objection. Yeah, well, get over it, spider-baby!
Rey	Rey glanced over for a second, and nodded, immediately herding the teddy bear toward the cage. That was actually pretty easy. The other one was starting to get up, so Rey would have to worry about that in a second.
Summer	Yeah, the real trick here was not only getting them in the right spot underneath the cage, but also getting them to stay there. But Summer was doing what she could, finding herself suddenly wishing the trap would move along faster now, kicking them back when they tried to charge forward. She glanced over her shoulder, to see where the trap was; one of the spider-babies leaped for her, clung on with an awful screeching noise. She threw it off as hard as she could into the others, with a shout of "I hope it comes crashing down on your stupid spider legs!" Then there was a thunk, as the diver landed in the bucket, shaking the pole holding the cage, which now started to come rattling down. "Here it comes!" Should she risk it, trusting herself to jump out of the way in time to make sure they stayed put? Did she have much of a choice?
Rey	Rey by now had gotten one bear close enough to the cage to feel okay dealing with the other one that was lurching toward her. The last thing she tried hadn't worked, but that didn't stop her from holding out her hand, picking up the second bear, and tossing him towards the cage. Which, uh, might help Summer jump out of the way in time, sorry?
Summer	Yeah, if the giant cage descending with ominous shaking down a tall, knocked pole and the mess of spider-babies weren't motivator enough, a Force-flung evil teddy bear could really do the trick! One last quick stomp on one of those spider-babies for good measure, and Summer dove out of the way, rolling a little just in time to avoid the cage as it came crashing down over the monsters. Was the jump-and-roll really necessary? No. But it looked cool as hell and it didn't even hurt because she was literally almost all fluff. "Ha!" she barked out a triumphant laugh. "Yes! We did it!"
Rey	"That was impressive," Rey smiled, which she meant to be more enthusiastic but her face only allowed for so much of that. "I think-" She stopped, distracted as she spotted the top of the cage, and asked, "Does it look like something goes on top of there?"
Summer	"Hm?" Summer realized she couldn't see very well from the floor, so she got up, brushed herself off, and meandered over, swatting away a spider leg that seemed to think it was funny by poking at her leg from inside the cage. "Watch it, buddy!" she warned, then peered over and blinked. "Hey, you're right! What do you think....wait, didn't we have, like, a doll or something?" Not that she'd completely forgotten about that detail until pretty much just this moment or anything. Ahem.
Rey	"Oh!" Rey said, and ran back to where she'd dropped the doll around the time of the first boot. Look. She'd been busy. "It's worth trying."
Summer	"If it's not that," said Summer, shrugging a little, "I don't know what it would be. It's too small for one of the balls..."
Rey	"Well, then let's hope this doesn't set off something bad," Rey shrugged. With the doll in one arm, she started easily climbing up the cage- probably kicking a spider baby or teddy bear as a side effect. When she got to the top, she found a spot where the pieces would fit, she took one doll out of the other and jammed them both into place. And then it was kind of like the room around them shimmered.
Summer	Shimmered, and then... ...then... ...Summer dropped her arms and unballed her fists, which were ready and raring to go in the case that they'd just set off a nice little shower of teddy bears and baby spiders falling from the sky, and then relaxed a little as the simple, comical, outlandish machinery of the mousetrap made way for the more realistic but much more complex machinery underneath. And no more bears and spiders, thank God! "Well," she said brightly, beaming up at Rey, "I think that's that, then!"

Not Captain Sparklefingers	Billy -- wait, no, not Billy but definitely not Captain Sparklefingers either -- ended up going head first down the chute because preternatural balance when you were built like this only did so much to counteract the top-heaviness. "Okay, huh," he said, picking himself up off the floor. "Not what I was expecting." A mansion? Weird.
Okuyasu	Okuyasu tumbled off the chute, The Hand hovering behind him far more steadily. "...this is way less scary than I thought it'd be," he said, standing up. "Come on, fight us!" he shouted. "Give me my penis back!" He had priorities.
Not Maximum Voltage	"Dude! TMI!" His name was not Maximum Voltage either, just to make that clear, but one way or another he was wide eyed in -- well, he was always wide-eyed, and it was weird.
Okuyasu	Okuyasu shrugged his plushie shoulders. But then stared as a door in the mansion opened and out marched a couple of cards, cards with arms and legs but they were definitely cards. Cards with angry expressions and wielding a lead pipe and a wrench, respectively. "I think it'll be me, in the hall, with the lead pipe," said Mr. Green. "Only if I don't do it first with the wrench, darling," said Mrs. Peacock. "...this is hurting my brain," Okuyasu muttered.
Not Frequency Flinger	"This is going to make family board game nights so awkward," mumbled the dude who was also not the Frequency Flinger, and he would have dug his hands into his hair in consternation except it was a little hard to do that with solid textured vinyl. (It was also going to be awkward when whoever was in charge of this stuff back home got around to licensing a Pop figure of him, and Freddy inevitably got a hold of one, and he'd have to be stared at by himself from the top of the dresser and remember this week, but anyway.) A couple more cards emerged from a door at the other end of the hallway. "Or we could take this to the dining room," suggested Mrs. White, twirling one end of a rope. Somehow. Despite not appearing to have actual hands. Professor Plum brandished a candlestick at them with more menace than a card with a candlestick had any business displaying. "But since the party appears to be out here already . . ." "Okay then," said the Philadelphia Mystery Hero (because that was at least accurate), "I think maybe we just..." He pointed one arm at Professor Plum and the other at Mrs. Peacock, and transparent plastic lightning bolts went flying from either hand to knock the cards back a couple dozen feet. "Not too bad," he decided. Didn't pack his usual punch, but he could work with it.
Okuyasu	"We're supposed to be doing something, right?" Okuyasu said, having trouble remembering. But then, he was instantly interrupted by having to dodge a candlestick swing by the Professor Plum card. "Oh boy!" Okuyasu said, the plastic Hand springing to action behind him. "Time to see if..." He swiped his plushie hand, and the Hand mimicked him, and then Professor Plum got a chunk taken out of his card... which fused together, just to say 'Prom'. It also left a horror show of a fraction of a face and the card just sort of stopped and fell over, twitching. "I... really hope you weren't an actual person," Okuyasu said. He was just going to punch things now.
Not Human Power Storm	"Dude, that's nuts," not the Human Power Storm said in a high pitched breathless tone that -- WEIRDLY -- made him sound a lot younger as he gawked at the erstwhile Professor Plum. He took off flying down the hallway to double punch Mr. Green in the face, with a kind of Superman flair that -- well, guess where he picked that up from, but the point was that the card went flying back into the wall, where it embedded itself about three inches in. Yes, from the top edge. It probably wouldn't be extracting itself any time soon, but also not the Red Cyclone picked up the lead pipe, bent it in half, and then sort of shot-put it at Mrs. Peacock anyway. It made a great paperweight! Anyway, there had been a question, right? "Yeah, we need to figure out where to put these dolls to absorb some of this guy's power, right?"
Okuyasu	"Oh right, the dolls!" Okuyasu said, having totally forgotten. "Thanks for reminding me, lightning man." In came the Miss Scarlet card, wielding a shoe, screaming bloody murder. "...Hey I'm gonna go run into the next room, try and find where that..." He took a shoe to the face. "...I'm gonna come back for you!" Okuyasu let out a 'Gyeh' and ran in the direction the cards kept coming from, finding a 'Mr. Boddy' card lying on the floor of the Billiards Room. "I don't suppose it could be this..." he pulled out the doll he'd been entrusted with and set it down on the card. It began to suck up energy from... somewhere. "I actually did it! Yatta!" He got clubbed in the face with a shoe again. "STOP THAT!" he yelled, and took a swipe out of reflex. 'Misslet' the skinnier and cut down card fell down, looking just as awful as the first one he'd partially erased with The Hand. "...oops."
Not Captain Thunder	Oh, Lightning Man was a good one. Sure. "You know what, I'm gonna --" He wasn't Captain Thunder either, but he did have Mrs. White shaking the rope threateningly at him, and he was eyeing the door she'd emerged from for a second before he went darting through it. Yay, super speed. He ended up in the kitchen, where he was momentarily distracted by the prospect of trying to find food, even going so far as to go digging in the refrigerator. But you know what, he didn't actually have a mouth so this was probably a doomed prospect before it even started. Especially since he was distracted long enough for Mrs. White to catch up to him. He was rummaging around on the counter by the stove, looking at the extensive spice rack to see if there was an empty spot that might fit a nesting doll, and not really aware of Mrs. White sneaking up behind him wielding the rope like a garrote.
Okuyasu	"Don't you dare!" Okuyasu said, charging into the room. He was too far away to use The Hand effectively, so instead he just charged in to full on tackle Mrs. White with his full plushie force. ...Which admittedly wasn't much, and he bounced right off her. "Hey, no fair! I don't have any muscle!" But at least he'd gotten Mrs. White's full attention away from Thunder Hands. Though now she was getting ready to try and start choking Okuyasu.
Not Entirely Ruling Out Thunder Hands	Thunder Hands was slightly better than Power Boy which might involve a gratuitous boob window anyway so okay. In any case, he thought he'd spotted a doll sized space between the cardamom and the saffron, but before he could try and fit the nesting doll in there he turned to see Mrs. White trying to throttle Okuyasu. "Dude, hey, no!" The bolt of lightning he sent across the kitchen knocked Mrs. White's card away from Okuyasu and back. Into the stove. Which was lit for some reason, and he thought he could hear her yelling about flames on the side of her face? He winced and bolted over to at least put the fire out, because he was nice like that. "Sorry!" And then he used the rope to tie her to the side of the refrigerator before racing back over to the spice rack to fit the doll into the spice rack.
Okuyasu	"Good save," Okuyasu said, getting back on his feet. He watched as the doll started to absorb energy, just like his had done. "At least we didn't end up in Monopoly. That would have taken forever," he said. Of course, now that they'd managed to charge up both their dolls, the whole game disappeared, revealing machinery of mysterious kinds. "I think you did it, buddy!"

Steve	"Well, at least the weird little girls are gone," Steve said, trying to wipe giant crystals of sugar off of his uniform.
Regina	"And no molasses creatures," Regina agreed. "Though I'm half expecting to get attacked by -- no, I suppose gumming up machines isn't actually how gremlins in this town work, is it."
Rey	And then Rey was climbing back down from the machinery she'd been on a second ago. "I didn't like that."
Summer	Honestly? Summer didn't really think it was that bad, even though she was going to be thinking about dented baby doll heads for way longer than she was comfortable with, but she also did have a very wide range of experiences to compare it to, and mentioning that it wasn't even, like, Top Twenty Five Worst for her was not helpful for anything. Especially since she was extremely glad it was just over. "Me, neither," she agreed wholeheartedly, "but, yaaaay, it's done! Hopefully, like, all of this," her soft little arms went flailing generally, "is all almost done, too."
Okuyasu	If Okuyasu were a more complicated man, he might be more haunted by what had happened in that Clue mansion. As it was, he didn't really have a clue about the darker aspects of it. He hopped down to join everyone, still feeling too fluffy by half. "...okay but someone else better know how to fix this, this isn't what I do," he said.
Not Mr. Philadelphia	"But we did the thing with the dolls at least?" offered Mr. Philadelphia. Wait, no, that didn't work either. "Wow, I'm so ready to not feel this top-heavy all the time again."
Steve	"We're all still in one piece?" Steve checked. "...or how many pieces we started with originally?" Mr. Bag O' Action Hands shouldn't be too judgemental.
Regina	"Time for the next piece of this puzzle," Regina said, pulling out her doll again. "Everyone else's one of these basically radiating magic?"
Summer	"I sure hope it's magic, anyway," said Summer, always in for the dry cynical humor as she gave her own doll a little shake to show off all that sweet, sweet radiating magical energy.
Rey	"What do we do with them now?" Rey asked, not entirely sure she wanted to be holding this doll at the moment.
Okuyasu	"Maybe they fit somewhere, like a key?" Okuyasu suggested. "Gyeh all this thinking is hurting my brain!"
Rey	"Well, they fit together first, right?" Rey asked, offering her doll up for others to add to.
Regina	Regina nodded and started to collect the dolls. "We'll nest them together, and fit them into the machine as a power source. See if we can't force a power surge and a reset."
Steve	Steve nodded, putting them together. "Verity and I tried this up on ground level and it gave us a little bit of a charge. Hopefully down here it'll be more of a boost."
Not Zaptain America	Handing over his part of the nesting doll, that dude who miiiiiiiiiiiiight be regretting having ruled out Zap-tain America as a codename, just a little bit right now, nodded. "It would make sense. I'd offer to give it a little extra charge myself, but --" He glanced down at the glowing lightning bolt on his chest and would have smiled wryly if he had a mouth. "It's not the same kind of magic as this anyway." Then he laughed. "We're using magic to jump-start an island, though! I mean, how cool is that?" What a fourteen-year-old thing to say, mystery Funko man.
Okuyasu	Okuyasu nodded along like he understood any of this. "So hurry up and stick it in, I don't want to be like this forever. I didn't just get beat up with a shoe to be stuck as a stuffed toy!"
Steve	"Here goes nothin'," Steve muttered. "Get ready to duck or run or both, okay?" He then tucked it into panel holding the laser grid shut over the machinery, wedging it into the space that seemed made for it. And everything exploded.

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