"Welcome peasants! Welcome to your DOOM!" a nasally, whiny voice booms out in the tiny room. Beyond the gray stone walls, the slit window that gives the only light, and a stone floor that is as uncomfortable to lay on as it looks, which you know form recent experience, there are three things that stand out.
First, you have a pounding headache, likely from being knocked out.
Second, it is really chilly here.
And third, which doesn't make the second thing any easier to deal with, is that you have stripped of all your worldly possessions and gear save the bare minimum to maintain your modesty, and keep this in the game within shouting distance of a PG-13 rating.
"All of you ahve greatly angered me! You have expunged on my honor and for that you shall all rot here in my Tower of Doom!" The voice booms out again, followed by a thunderclap and a flash of lightning.
"There is no escape and I shall laugh at your pathetic attempts to beg for mercy. Laugh I say! Muahahahahaha!"
"MAURICE!" says a second voice, "What you doing down there?"
"MOM~! I'm busy teaching a bunch of rubes not to mess with me!" Maurice whines.
"You can do that later. It's time to mow the lawn."
"B-but MOM! I gotta squa--"
Then, thankfully, blessed, blessed, silence.
Joseph gets up and sways a bit.
How did i get in here? Oh, i know.
Hey!
Missy Moose! Your peons made a mistake! This seems to be the duengeon, not the interview room! I demand that you let me out of here!
Then grumbling something about peons and idiots and brain enhancing experements, he looks around.
Its cold. And dank and smelly and misserable and IHATE THIS PLACE!!
Veegal immediately rises from unconsciousness at the sound of , his fur bristling to the dank cold. He begins to notice many things awry:
1. I am in a dirty cell. My fur is dirty. This must be remedied.
2. WHO THE HELL PUT THIS UNDERWEAR ON ME?!
Veegal takes off the filthy rag and throws it in a corner, his thick fur covering anything that would make the FCC shit their collective pants.
And finally, 3. How do I get out of here?!
After cleaning his fur with his tongue and slicking back the hair on his head to be out of his face, Veegal looks around for further information and ways to escape.
Manet wakes on a cold, stone floor in a cold, stone room in a cold, stone tower.
Suddenly, he realizes he's all but naked and leaps to his feet shouting. "Oy! Think it's funny to humiliate an old man?" He slides his undergarments off and throws them from the small window. "There! Feast your eyes perverts!"
The skinny, wrinkled old codger dances around with surprising agility for someone his age.
"That's right. Get a good look at the ol' wind sock you creeps!"
Thunk rubs his head, then looks around the room. "Ow. Me head is mad. Me need soft little hoppy." think then looks around to notice there are not many small animals in the room. "ME HOPPY!!!" he shouts while quickly scouring the floor for signs of small animals.
Lulu was apparently sound asleep. Pix fluttered about trying to figure out where they were.
the gently melody of her wings flapping and the tiny trail of rainbow sparkles followed Pix.
her tiny size went to check out the window, then back to wake up Lulu.
tugging at her hair. it looked like a tiny insect trying to drag a huge leaf.
Pix. lulu said groggily. what do you want, and why is it so cold.
Lulu stretches and eventually the room comes into clearer view.
Pix? where are we? and why is everything so grey? Grey is a bad color. its the color of cold....or was that blue? Soon Lulu realizes she is without her hat. and her animal like ears and long purple hair are a total mess, ick, bed head
Pix!, where's my hat. I don't think I can do magic without my hat, and my staff, that's important too. looking at herself, well it least i am wearing something.
lulu snaps her fingers and her clothing changes to blue. and realizing that she isn't getting warmer. she snaps again and they change to red.
[b]Red is definatly the right color.
going to the door Lulu pounds on the door. Hello? anyone out there? she touches the door turning it bright green, that should make it safe. she then tries to open the door.
Veegal tiptoes down the hall, but not in the way a human tiptoes. He rockets down the hallway on his prehensile toes, each toe touching the ground in rapid succession. The rest of Veegal's body does not move, making it seem as though the Vanara is being carried along by a moving walkway.
This was one of the ancient, secret techniques of Swift-Silence passed down amongst his people. It was particularly difficult to learn, not because of the physical exertion involved, but rather that the Vanaran stealth instructors were also mute, and therefore could not describe the technique vocally, nor instruct their students on what they were doing wrong. This usually resulted in somewhat imperfect technique and many stubbed toes.
Determined to improve his current situation, Joseph will clutch at the bars to his cell and shake them with all the strength he can muster. As Joseph is thourally shaken as his attempt backfired and the door didnt budge an inch, he decides instead to see if he can jimmy the lock.
The door opens easily enough. Outside is a hallway that leads from the door fifteen feet to a bend to the right. The halls are the same kind of stone as the room you just left and brightly lit by crystals glowing like the sun.
Thunk is saddened by his current dilemma, and focuses on trying to better the situation.
"It's no more than you deserve!" Manet shouts at the walls.
Now how do I leave?
Manet saunters up to the door, rocking his hips back and forth authoritatively. "Open!" He states: Firmly expecting the door to swing open.
Ah. It opened. And here i was about to calculate the exact resonance of the door and then sing to that exact frequency thereby vibrating the door to bits. What a waste of time that would have been!
Joseph then exits the cell and heads down the corridor, whistling to him self. He probably wont stop at much, ignoring most anything short of a monkey dancing beside him or a particularly loud shout or a wall he just ran into.
Veegal continues his technique "The Step of No Step" to the edge of the double-doors on the right and then quietly lowers himself to the ground, careful to stay on his hands and the pads of his feet, so as to keep his fur squeaky-clean!
He listens closely at the bottom of the doorframe. If there's a gap between the door and the floor, he attempts to look through it as well. And sniffs at it. If the door looks slightly appetizing he will also taste it.
Vivian yawns and stretches, smoothing down his whiskers, his black nose twitching as he sniffs the air. "Where am I?" he asks the voice - 'Maurice' - but recieves no answer. After waiting patiently for a while, his tail brushing the floor behind him, he sighs, assumes his human form, and tries to open the door.
The fact that there might be traps never occurs to him.
whoever made this place sure is boring, grey is everywhere. waving her hand to get Pix's attention, Come on Pix lets see if we can find my hat.
Pix flies around and hovers in front of Lulu arms crossed his chest, glanceing at the rest of Lulu.
Lulu looks at herself and starts t little giggle, yeah I guess I better find my dress too.
Lulu starts skipping down the hallway toward the bend going from wall to wall touching it and changing the wall's colors leaving a tye-dyed mosaic in her wake all over the walls.
Manet sighs. "Once in my life I'd like to see that work..." He reaches forward and tries the door.
Vivian takes 3 points of nonlethal cold damage
Manet strolls into the hall, immediately regretting tossing his only coverings from the tiny window.
Taking in a deep breath and resolving to put on the airs of confidence, Manet casts about for signs of life.
As Manet strolls into the hallway, he gets the feeling that it feels the same way.
Joseph blissfully walks into the room, unaware of, well pretty much everything. He can faintly make out a pair of douboe doors and heads in that general direction.
Where a cod-piece would normally go on Thunk is now glowing brightly.
Pix flies up ahead toward the large room. fluttering about, he looks to see if there is anyone or anything else in the room.
Lulu soon follows skipping down the hall and emerging if the large room.
Whoa, Pix I wonder what's in here? did you find my hat yet?
Sadly Pix doesn't find your hat, and what's worse, the room is of the same boring grey stone as the hallways. Well, the hallways before you gave them a splash of color. You see a man wearing thick-lens goggles walking to a set of double doors at one end of the room.
Vivian walks towards the large room, sniffing the air as he goes and humming to himself. The crystals in the walls hold his attention for some time. Perhaps a little too long. But eventually he makes it.
Thunk will continue down the hallway to figure out where he is, and what to do next.
"Hullo!?" Manet shouts. "Is anyone around!? I'm an old man! I'm lost...and nekkid! Help!"
Veegal notices the bumbling alchemist in time to move out of the way, standing out of arm's reach from his groping hands. As others enter the room, Veegal waves, then points at Joseph, then shrugs, as if to indicate, "I don't know this guy."
"Hullo!?" Manet shouts. "Is anyone around!? I'm an old man! I'm lost...and nekkid! Help!"
At this, Veegal begins to panic. NAKED?! why in blazes- then his thought process stops as he realizes his own lack of clothes.
Regardless, I can't be anywhere near any hairless naked person! I've got to get out of reach!
The walls are very smooth and made of tight fitting stone. As nice and smooth as the day they were first laid.
In his frantic effort to get up, Veegal seems to appear out of nowhere and attempts to scramble the walls.
Veegal does so poorly in his communication that he actually confuses anyone who is watching even more. To the untrained (read: racist) eye, this might just appear to be the random arm-movements of a monkey or ape.
Joseph stops heading for the door, distracted by the flailing monkey. Instead he turns to the primeape.
Oh. What do we have here? Did one of the test subjects escape from their pens? Thats no good. Here, come with me and im sure we can get you back to your regularly sceduled experements. They must be something to do with regeneration, you are one ugly mutt!
Come, im sure they have bananas!
While Joseph is trying to be coddling and reasuring, chances are it is reciecved as anything but.
Joseph extends a hand out towards you.
He is about 5ft 5, skinny as a doornail, except for his protruding potbelly, with arms that make a doornail look fat and wearing only his tighty-whities and overlarge glasses.
Lulu comes skipping out of the hallway into the larger room Pix, this room is just as yucky as the hallway.
she looks for something she can climb up on to get a higher view, an extra foot ot so should do the trick.
she yells.
The room is barren of anything to climb on except other people.
Crap crap crap crap, this isn't working! I need to get away from all of these... MOSTLY NAKED PEOPLE?!?
Terrified of violating his vows, Veegal ignores Joseph's outstretched hand, ducks under his arm, and rushes gets to the door-handle.
He enters without thinking much of the consequences, his actions controlled by his monastic restrictions.
The door opens to reveal a room, twenty feet by twenty-five feet. Four other doors are on the walls, each labeled with a wood carved image. In one corner is a desk and a sleeping orc. He mumbles something about roasted monkey before settling back into the steady rhythm of snoring, loudly snoring at that.
Thunk arrives in the hallway where the others have amassed, quickly taking notice of the skinny individual communing with the monkey. Being furry and large, the monkey does not hold Thunks interest. The nudity was also a non issue to Thunk, having lived majoritively in the wilderness for most of his life. But those goggles on the thin mans head, THOSE were intriguing to him. Thunk walked up behind the seemingly odd man, and takes his goggles off, looking through them, figuring out their purpose.
"These goggles don't work." he says in a disgruntled tone.
Vivid enters the room humming, stopping when he sees people. Lots of people! Lots of... Very strange people.
He approaches the group of strange people, staying away from the large fellow with the glowing codpiece. "Erm, where are we?" he asks, his moustache twitching in confusion.