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Community Center Class: Tactics Pancake!!! | Monday
Okay so, like, the fact that she'd been forced last week to have them do nothing but character build in the sketchiest sort of tavern that she could recall ever having been in herself meant that, like, they were a little behind on where she wanted them to be in her glorious story.
Her original plans had called for them to reach Cereelel and spend a week there, searching for clues, before they embarked towards Waffledonia…
Alas, however, for she was having to strike the visit to Cereelel from existence. On the other hand… well. She'd been looking forward to this class a bunch.
So as far as downsides went… she was okay with this one?
"Compatriots!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina proclaimed, in a ringing voice, from where she stood absolutely surrounded by chalk drawings. And, yes, the class was blocked from stepping past the door quite yet by an invisible barrier. "Your visit to Cereelel has borne fruit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! While few signs of the prince's plight remained, what you did find suggested that rather than be ingloriously kidnapped…………… the prince had, indeed, taken off on his own in pursuit of some greater power!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Sorry, Sir Eggolas, the prince's best friend and all. You'd been ditched.
"All signs point his journey taking him towards Waffledonia," Nina continued gleefully, "and after a heated debate—would Princess Danisha still pay you all handsomely if the prince had not, actually, been kidnapped????????—you take after him upon a trustworthy scow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
What? Give them a proper ship for this? Don't be silly!
"A mere handful of hours from the shores of Cereelel you come across the torn and scattered remnants of a ship bearing the royal insignia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But no, not the royal insignia of Crepelandia or Pancakeia—the royal insignia of Waffledonia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who could the ship have belonged to when the sole heir to the throne, the late, great Prince Bagellan passed years ago?????????????????"
Nina heaved a dramatic sigh. Of delight. Her story was terrible and she loved it in every, single way.
"Alas," she said, "for poling amongst the wreckage means that not only do no further clues show themselves, nor survivors, but you are caught unawares by the appearance of the ghost pirate ship, the Queen Jama, and the fierce, and thoroughly undead, Pirate Queen Marmalady!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Surrounded on all sides and your scow pathetically underpowered, you are quickly taken into captivity and thrown into the brig!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Left there to rot………… but will you let this stand?????????????"
And it was only now that Nina's chalk drawings came to life, as she stepped back against the wall, a ghost ship in dark, weather-worn grey wood. Cobwebs, huge and thick danced about in a chill breeze, and the sea air carried the tang of blood and rot. Enormous spiders and skeletal rats skittered about the place as chains creaked and rattled.
The bars to your cell were rusted but the metal underneath was as solid and sturdy as the day the ship had been built.
"What," Nina asked, "will you do????????????????????????"
[Please to be waiting for the OCD is up, up and away!]
Her original plans had called for them to reach Cereelel and spend a week there, searching for clues, before they embarked towards Waffledonia…
Alas, however, for she was having to strike the visit to Cereelel from existence. On the other hand… well. She'd been looking forward to this class a bunch.
So as far as downsides went… she was okay with this one?
"Compatriots!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina proclaimed, in a ringing voice, from where she stood absolutely surrounded by chalk drawings. And, yes, the class was blocked from stepping past the door quite yet by an invisible barrier. "Your visit to Cereelel has borne fruit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! While few signs of the prince's plight remained, what you did find suggested that rather than be ingloriously kidnapped…………… the prince had, indeed, taken off on his own in pursuit of some greater power!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Sorry, Sir Eggolas, the prince's best friend and all. You'd been ditched.
"All signs point his journey taking him towards Waffledonia," Nina continued gleefully, "and after a heated debate—would Princess Danisha still pay you all handsomely if the prince had not, actually, been kidnapped????????—you take after him upon a trustworthy scow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
What? Give them a proper ship for this? Don't be silly!
"A mere handful of hours from the shores of Cereelel you come across the torn and scattered remnants of a ship bearing the royal insignia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But no, not the royal insignia of Crepelandia or Pancakeia—the royal insignia of Waffledonia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who could the ship have belonged to when the sole heir to the throne, the late, great Prince Bagellan passed years ago?????????????????"
Nina heaved a dramatic sigh. Of delight. Her story was terrible and she loved it in every, single way.
"Alas," she said, "for poling amongst the wreckage means that not only do no further clues show themselves, nor survivors, but you are caught unawares by the appearance of the ghost pirate ship, the Queen Jama, and the fierce, and thoroughly undead, Pirate Queen Marmalady!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Surrounded on all sides and your scow pathetically underpowered, you are quickly taken into captivity and thrown into the brig!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Left there to rot………… but will you let this stand?????????????"
And it was only now that Nina's chalk drawings came to life, as she stepped back against the wall, a ghost ship in dark, weather-worn grey wood. Cobwebs, huge and thick danced about in a chill breeze, and the sea air carried the tang of blood and rot. Enormous spiders and skeletal rats skittered about the place as chains creaked and rattled.
The bars to your cell were rusted but the metal underneath was as solid and sturdy as the day the ship had been built.
"What," Nina asked, "will you do????????????????????????"
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And then there was the ghost pirate queen. He was kind of wishing he'd thought to do a ghost pirate queen in his class last semester.
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(Seriously, though, Nina, how could you do this to him?)
Fine, it was fine. It was just a story!
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New Compatriots!
[*If anyone wants to join in, ping here first so that Nina can get an idea of who your character is! If you don't have a name in mind, Nina will absolutely most definitely saddle you with a terrible breakfast name and attempt to shoehorn your character into a backstory. You are totally free to ignore her terrible backstories for y'all.]
The Ghost Ship
Escape the Brig!
Okay, and the spiders and rats. But are you really going to use those to escape?
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"Really, this is just sloppy," he said, going to examine the cell door. "You always search your prisoners before throwing them into a brig. That's just pirate 101."
. . . Not that he'd covered it in his pirate class.
Explore the Ship!
Strangely, while there are plenty of creepy crawlies, there are no actual pirates. Where have they gone? The galley is abandoned, food still steaming in the chill air. Braziers have been left unattended. What has happened?
The Captain's Quarters
Of Capital Marmalady no sign remains.
Upon her desk is a sapphire as large as a man's hand. In the depths of the sapphire is a ring—Prince Streuselas' ring.
It glows with an eerie light.
Do you touch it? Should you touch it?
What happens when you do?
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Prompto...no.
Just...no.
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Talk to Professor Argentum
And who is still stifling coughs because, ugh, they won't go away.
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"I cannot argue that," she admitted, smiling at him. "Especially if, like, you're sharing…………….."
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She would not.
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Since Marmalady wasn't actually present today, except in narrative.
"And," Nina continued, "she can't abide cupcake hoarders!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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She hopped off the desk and went to steal a cupcake.
"Thievery!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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As he let her take a cupcake, obviously.
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He still had three more cupcakes.
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