Torgamous
Aspiring Gynoid
- Pronouns
- She/Her
There were five different ways for us to try appealing to them, and we tried four of them. That the one we passed up was your favorite doesn't mean we abandoned our employees.
DoofQuest- a Disney Villains Victorious CK2-Style Quest
- Thread starter Made in Heaven
- Start date
- Crossover
Lab_Accident
A 2D 1D4
- Location
- Your dreams
ENCOM took the better part of the first in-quest year to launch a new OS, before that they suffered a string of catastrophic failures and system-brickings. It wasn't a quick break and much less a quick fix.
DoofOS was working fine until a few months ago, claiming it hasn't been maintained for two years seems like a stretch. As for why consumers would have more confidence, because when you publicly assume a fuck-up and release a new product as a direct response to the flawed old one (like ENCOM did), people will assume that it's at least better than the one it's replacing.
Most importantly, it's a reputational clean-slate, because while DEI the company gets judged on it's past products, the new OS will be judged on its own merits. We don't judge Windows 10 by the design flaws in Windows XP, we don't judge Microsoft Edge by how bad Internet Explorer was. Because we know those are different products, even if the company is the same.
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KidFromPallet
Pokemon Fan
- Location
- Pallet Town
[X] Duff Killigan
[X] Megavolt
Only two I can see that would cause problems. Duff Killigan would conflict with Agent Russ, and Megavolt is flat out insane. We don't actually have to choose three people to get rid of, only "up to three" so I'm going to leave my vote here. I stand by Birthday Bandit being a fun Hero Unit to eventually hire, because we could give him the tech/materials he needs to hit the birthday parties of people we don't like as a form of deniable and petty revenge. Who wouldn't want to see Mark Beaks' presents stolen?
[X] The Deviled-Egg-Inator
More fun, and a -10 is better than locking up an action right now.
[X] Megavolt
Only two I can see that would cause problems. Duff Killigan would conflict with Agent Russ, and Megavolt is flat out insane. We don't actually have to choose three people to get rid of, only "up to three" so I'm going to leave my vote here. I stand by Birthday Bandit being a fun Hero Unit to eventually hire, because we could give him the tech/materials he needs to hit the birthday parties of people we don't like as a form of deniable and petty revenge. Who wouldn't want to see Mark Beaks' presents stolen?
[X] The Deviled-Egg-Inator
More fun, and a -10 is better than locking up an action right now.
- Location
- USA
Info regarding Khan.
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Stratagemini
Totally a Fire Ferret.
- Location
- Central Park
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They/Them
So, we've been asking MiH over on Discord, and in order to get this provisionally canon omake into Full Canonicity we may need a Stewardship Write in.
So, I ask the thread, who wants to produce a Kid's Show?
So, I ask the thread, who wants to produce a Kid's Show?
- Location
- The City of Tears, Hallownest
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I absolutely blame edge for all of IE's failings
Quest: Who Framed Bonkers Bobcat?- Lend a Paw
- Location
- Pennsylvania
The hotel was nicer than you were used to.
Normally you would choose somewhere discrete and unnoticable, where the front desk wouldn't ask too many questions and the ownership knew not to ask for an ID. But Doof had 'arranged everything', and that meant a nice 4-star within walking distance of Sunset Boulevard.
Walking distance was important in Los Angeles. The city sprawled. Other cities built up and up to the heavens; LA slouched across the shore in an endless, clogging sprawl. A man did not drive in Doomtown if he could help it, but few could. The city had been built around cars, and the choking smog was its lifeblood.
You reflect on all this as you slowly rouse from an evening's slumber, stretching slightly in the hotel bed. Today you'll begin. You will root one injustice out of the bowels of this sin city, no matter what it takes. A break in the case is coming, You can feel it. You…
Wait.
You can feel something on top of you.
You slowly open your eyes. Bonkers Bobcat is sitting on your chest.
"...Hello?" The toon asked uncertainly.
The case had definitely broke.
---
"Ya gotta believe me, I'm innocent!" The Toon begged, following you around on bended knee as you dressed for the day. He was still wearing his blue police uniform, torn as it was, contrasting with the violently orange shade of his fur. His massive paws scrabbled across the floor in pitiable exhortation.
"I believe you." You reply.
"I'd never hurt anybody, not least an old man! I'm a model citizen, a man of the force!"
"I know."
"All I've ever wanted outta life is to make people happy! Why would I kill Hawk for embarrassing the department?! I already embarrass the department!"
You cinch your tie.
"I'm truly, genuinely, 100-per-cent-"
You put a hand on the bobcat's shoulder. "The joke is getting old."
"Sorry." Bonkers replied, slouching even further. Then he blinked, standing up and bouncing gently on the bed in confusion. "But wait… why do you believe me?"
"You're a Toon." You reply instantly. "Toons don't hurt people."
You slip your shoes on, standing up and checking the street outside the venetian blinds. "You came in through the mail slot I take it?"
"Drainpipe, actually." Bonkers replied, wringing out his bushy tail.
"How did you find me?"
"I've been layin' low for a couple months. I have some friends on the Railroad… I used to make sure nobody looked too close at the Ink and Paint Club, back when I was Commissioner. When somebody checked into this hotel in your name well, they told me this was my best chance."
"Did anyone see you come in here?"
"No."
You pause. "Wait, what?"
"Nobody saw me, I was careful. Took a couple of pratfalls on the way in, a cleaning lady probably heard some banging in the pipes, but nobody saw me."
That's… odd. You blink for a moment before continuing. "That was a perfect setup for a gag. I was expecting to beat a hasty retreat in the next thirty seconds."
Bonkers slouched even further. "Ohhhhhh. OH I KNEW IT! I screwed up again!"
You tilt your head. "No, this is good. It gives us time to prep-"
"No!" Bonkers cried, a small pool of tears forming underneath him. "It's not! You're right, that was a perfect setup for a gag, and I missed it! I always miss it!"
This is… not how you expected things to go. "So… you're saying that you're…"
"I'm not funny!" The Toon replied, tear fountains redoubling in strength. "I know I'm not. Have you seen my cartoons? They were terrible!"
You quietly skip over the unpleasant fact that you had. Many toons had a tendency to be overly emotional at the drop of a hat, and on top of that this was a golden opportunity for him to exposit his character traits. You're going to have to ride this out. "You can't center your whole life on one talent, Bonkers. You have plenty of other good qualities. You were the police chief, for Franklin's sake."
"You think I wanted to join the force? Oh some toons might have other dreams, but I'm a true blue entertainer! All I wanna do is make people laugh. But I got fired from my job because my cartoons weren't selling, even back before Doom came to town. The papers said it was because I started wacky hijinks, as if there was a toon alive who didn't! I joined LAPD because it was the only place grim, sad, and unfunny enough to take me!"
The toon tried to take a step, only to slip on his own tear puddle. He went flailing around the room, screeching but miraculously knocking nothing over. No lamp was broken, no table cracked, not even a single mug shattered on the floor. Eventually he stumbled back onto the mattress, unharmed and out of breath.
"I can't even manage basic slapsti-hi-hiiick!" Bonkers cried. "What sort of a toon can't do a pratfall? ...Maybe I should just turn myself in. Guilty or not, I'm no good to anybody."
"Absolutely not."
"Huh?" Bonkers asked, tilting his head at the steel in your voice.
Diplomacy Check: Cheer Bonkers up
DC 50
23+16+5+10=54
Bare Success
"Bonkers Bobcat." You begin. "What are you wearing?"
Bonkers sniffed, wiping his nose on your suit. "My… my old uniform."
"As long as you wear that uniform, you have a commitment to truth, justice and the American way. If you've been framed, that means a murderer is wandering free. Not only that! If you're convicted, public opinion on toons will drop even lower. If toons are ever going to perform again, we can't let that happen. If you can't be funny, then make sure the people who can get their day! We need to get to the scene of the crime and pull back this curtain of corruption!"
"Yeah…" Bonkers sniffled, slowly picking up steam. "Yeah! So what if I have the comedic timing of a dead fish on hot pavement? So what if my last stand-up comedy routine was so bad I was mistaken for roadkill!?! So what if I have the comedy stylings of Josef Mengele in a morgue?!??! Bonkers Bobcat isn't gonna give up that easy! It may take us months, years of careful investigation and deadly chases, sticking together every waking second for time immemorial, but we will bring the truth to just- wait what are you doing?"
"Making a call." You reply, dialing the Good Doctor on his phone. "I need backup."
"Backup?" Bonkers asked.
"Yes. This has all the markings of a two-lead buddy cop movie, and I am stopping that narrative before it has a chance to get started."
The line picks up.
"Hello Doctor. Things are heating up faster than anticipated. I'm going to need some help."
Hmm. Who to ask for?
Who do you trust for this?
---
There are only certain units that Russ has worked with enough to trust both the competency of and loyalty of. Pick up to three of the following units in plan format to join you (units will join this quest but be unavailable next turn)
-Major Monogram
-Wile E. Coyote
-Dennis the Duck
-Max
-Technor
-Mirage
-Janna
-Ludivine von Drake
There will be a six hour moratorium on voting.
Normally you would choose somewhere discrete and unnoticable, where the front desk wouldn't ask too many questions and the ownership knew not to ask for an ID. But Doof had 'arranged everything', and that meant a nice 4-star within walking distance of Sunset Boulevard.
Walking distance was important in Los Angeles. The city sprawled. Other cities built up and up to the heavens; LA slouched across the shore in an endless, clogging sprawl. A man did not drive in Doomtown if he could help it, but few could. The city had been built around cars, and the choking smog was its lifeblood.
You reflect on all this as you slowly rouse from an evening's slumber, stretching slightly in the hotel bed. Today you'll begin. You will root one injustice out of the bowels of this sin city, no matter what it takes. A break in the case is coming, You can feel it. You…
Wait.
You can feel something on top of you.
You slowly open your eyes. Bonkers Bobcat is sitting on your chest.
"...Hello?" The toon asked uncertainly.
The case had definitely broke.
---
"Ya gotta believe me, I'm innocent!" The Toon begged, following you around on bended knee as you dressed for the day. He was still wearing his blue police uniform, torn as it was, contrasting with the violently orange shade of his fur. His massive paws scrabbled across the floor in pitiable exhortation.
"I believe you." You reply.
"I'd never hurt anybody, not least an old man! I'm a model citizen, a man of the force!"
"I know."
"All I've ever wanted outta life is to make people happy! Why would I kill Hawk for embarrassing the department?! I already embarrass the department!"
You cinch your tie.
"I'm truly, genuinely, 100-per-cent-"
You put a hand on the bobcat's shoulder. "The joke is getting old."
"Sorry." Bonkers replied, slouching even further. Then he blinked, standing up and bouncing gently on the bed in confusion. "But wait… why do you believe me?"
"You're a Toon." You reply instantly. "Toons don't hurt people."
You slip your shoes on, standing up and checking the street outside the venetian blinds. "You came in through the mail slot I take it?"
"Drainpipe, actually." Bonkers replied, wringing out his bushy tail.
"How did you find me?"
"I've been layin' low for a couple months. I have some friends on the Railroad… I used to make sure nobody looked too close at the Ink and Paint Club, back when I was Commissioner. When somebody checked into this hotel in your name well, they told me this was my best chance."
"Did anyone see you come in here?"
"No."
You pause. "Wait, what?"
"Nobody saw me, I was careful. Took a couple of pratfalls on the way in, a cleaning lady probably heard some banging in the pipes, but nobody saw me."
That's… odd. You blink for a moment before continuing. "That was a perfect setup for a gag. I was expecting to beat a hasty retreat in the next thirty seconds."
Bonkers slouched even further. "Ohhhhhh. OH I KNEW IT! I screwed up again!"
You tilt your head. "No, this is good. It gives us time to prep-"
"No!" Bonkers cried, a small pool of tears forming underneath him. "It's not! You're right, that was a perfect setup for a gag, and I missed it! I always miss it!"
This is… not how you expected things to go. "So… you're saying that you're…"
"I'm not funny!" The Toon replied, tear fountains redoubling in strength. "I know I'm not. Have you seen my cartoons? They were terrible!"
You quietly skip over the unpleasant fact that you had. Many toons had a tendency to be overly emotional at the drop of a hat, and on top of that this was a golden opportunity for him to exposit his character traits. You're going to have to ride this out. "You can't center your whole life on one talent, Bonkers. You have plenty of other good qualities. You were the police chief, for Franklin's sake."
"You think I wanted to join the force? Oh some toons might have other dreams, but I'm a true blue entertainer! All I wanna do is make people laugh. But I got fired from my job because my cartoons weren't selling, even back before Doom came to town. The papers said it was because I started wacky hijinks, as if there was a toon alive who didn't! I joined LAPD because it was the only place grim, sad, and unfunny enough to take me!"
The toon tried to take a step, only to slip on his own tear puddle. He went flailing around the room, screeching but miraculously knocking nothing over. No lamp was broken, no table cracked, not even a single mug shattered on the floor. Eventually he stumbled back onto the mattress, unharmed and out of breath.
"I can't even manage basic slapsti-hi-hiiick!" Bonkers cried. "What sort of a toon can't do a pratfall? ...Maybe I should just turn myself in. Guilty or not, I'm no good to anybody."
"Absolutely not."
"Huh?" Bonkers asked, tilting his head at the steel in your voice.
Diplomacy Check: Cheer Bonkers up
DC 50
23+16+5+10=54
Bare Success
"Bonkers Bobcat." You begin. "What are you wearing?"
Bonkers sniffed, wiping his nose on your suit. "My… my old uniform."
"As long as you wear that uniform, you have a commitment to truth, justice and the American way. If you've been framed, that means a murderer is wandering free. Not only that! If you're convicted, public opinion on toons will drop even lower. If toons are ever going to perform again, we can't let that happen. If you can't be funny, then make sure the people who can get their day! We need to get to the scene of the crime and pull back this curtain of corruption!"
"Yeah…" Bonkers sniffled, slowly picking up steam. "Yeah! So what if I have the comedic timing of a dead fish on hot pavement? So what if my last stand-up comedy routine was so bad I was mistaken for roadkill!?! So what if I have the comedy stylings of Josef Mengele in a morgue?!??! Bonkers Bobcat isn't gonna give up that easy! It may take us months, years of careful investigation and deadly chases, sticking together every waking second for time immemorial, but we will bring the truth to just- wait what are you doing?"
"Making a call." You reply, dialing the Good Doctor on his phone. "I need backup."
"Backup?" Bonkers asked.
"Yes. This has all the markings of a two-lead buddy cop movie, and I am stopping that narrative before it has a chance to get started."
The line picks up.
"Hello Doctor. Things are heating up faster than anticipated. I'm going to need some help."
Hmm. Who to ask for?
Who do you trust for this?
---
There are only certain units that Russ has worked with enough to trust both the competency of and loyalty of. Pick up to three of the following units in plan format to join you (units will join this quest but be unavailable next turn)
-Major Monogram
-Wile E. Coyote
-Dennis the Duck
-Max
-Technor
-Mirage
-Janna
-Ludivine von Drake
There will be a six hour moratorium on voting.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Oh Russ, you poor poor naïve fool
- Location
- Canada
i never thought i would feel sorry for Bonkers Bobcat, but i now do. Man needs a good job and a means to continue good work, while keeping him away from most performance based comedy, maybe some other thing, but that's for later
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Ooh. Monogram seems... ill-advised, and we should probably get a Diplomacy buddy. Unfortunately, Technor isn't the stealthiest. It feels like Max is a must have, here, despite not being useful, as despite his reluctance to go on trips, this seems like a good place for him. Ludivine's Learning would be helpful, for sure, but I'm unclear to what degree. Janna, well, because the thread loves Janna, she'll probably come along.
However, the unavailability next turn is also important to note. That means we can't take Janna, because we might want her to either train or go on a quest. Personally, I'm leaning towards
Plan Toons and Competence
-[] Wile E. Coyote
-[] Max
-[] Mirage
However, the unavailability next turn is also important to note. That means we can't take Janna, because we might want her to either train or go on a quest. Personally, I'm leaning towards
Plan Toons and Competence
-[] Wile E. Coyote
-[] Max
-[] Mirage
- Location
- Academy City
- Pronouns
- They
Oh man, Russ is good. It's a shame he's not willing to do a "Who Framed Bonkers Bobcat," but it can't be helped.
- Location
- The Z-Cave
Technor can be pretty stealthy when he needs to be. He did great during the Vegas heist.
Babysharkdodo
I knew the song before it was recorded
- Location
- A place
I like how Dennis and Technor and on the list for investigation that needs a little more structure.
Is it worth trying to send Monogram to see if he gets anything out of this?
- Location
- Academy City
- Pronouns
- They
Hmm. Mirage would give us a *really* good intrigue score, but she doesn't do well with Toons. Janna is always in high demand for actions and I don't think this is really her idiom; same goes for Von Drake, although I'd sooner bring her. I could go for some combination of WIle, Technor, and Max, I think.
FunkyEntropy
Occasionally insightful, possibly grumpy
- Location
- Los Angeles
Oof. If this is Russ' actual feelings on the matter and not a peptalk to Bonkers the Doom revelation is gonna hit Russ hard.
what
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- Location
- The City of Tears, Hallownest
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Dennis THE DUCK! KUNG FOOL!
- Location
- NJ
Does Russ or Doofenshmirtz know this IC?
- Location
- Attempting to cast animate object on a black hole.
Bringing up Mengele when trying to be comedic?
He really is hopeless.
He really is hopeless.
Mojave
BWAAAH
- Pronouns
- He
Unclear. We know that she's done some things she regrets as Syndrome's right hand woman. It isn't hard to make the leap especially for a guy like Russ imo
- Pronouns
- He/Him
He trusts dennis's loyalty at least because of his toonyness, dont know what makes him competent though