DoofQuest- a Disney Villains Victorious CK2-Style Quest
- Thread starter Made in Heaven
- Start date
- Crossover
- Pronouns
- He/They
Maybe Doris just decided he was too pathetic to even bother wasting a valuable hat on.
- Location
- Somewhere nearby.
Then she would have just killed him, he got free because of a crit fail on her part.
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
Maybe Doris decided that whatever the fuck was wrong with him, it might be contagious and so getting her agents too close to him in any capacity was generally a bad idea? 
[yes, I know, that just turns the optimal strategy into "long range rifle fire" from Doris' perspective]
[yes, I know, that just turns the optimal strategy into "long range rifle fire" from Doris' perspective]
mangawriter77
Otaku^9000 (In my own opinion)
- Location
- You'll neeever guess
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Hey, whatever happened to Gantu?
- Location
- Australia
Interlude: Closet Encounters
I don't think we know what happened to him after that. He might still be living in the wilderness. He might be in a supervillain prison (or mental asylum) for stealing closet doors. Maybe he is in some government black site. Maybe he has been having superhero adventures in India. Maybe he has tried to get back to Hawaii but has had problems immigrating to an island that officially no longer exists. Maybe local wizards got involved with the potential breach of the masquerade.
Interlude: Inspiration, Part I
- Location
- Pennsylvania
"Gawrsh."
Goofy plodded into the Imagination Institute with a patented gape, eyes wide open at the massive glass and steel edifice that formed the building's roof. The Institute had clearly been built with big plans. Inside was a more subdued affair, the furnishings attempting a level of contemporary sophistication they could not quite pull off. The atrium was lined with glass cases, each full of inventions and experimental relics from a prototype companion robot to what appeared to be a metal dreamcatcher. At the other end of the room, a man in a spotless labcoat was speaking to a young secretary who was, quite clearly, paying no attention whatsoever.
"And that, dear Linda, is why the field particles must be quantized into the appropriate- oh, do excuse me, my dear. I believe our guest has arrived."
The man turned to greet his new arrival. "Ahh, Goofy Goof. A pleasure. My name is Dr. Nigel Channing, Chairman of the Imagination Institute." The man began with a slightly lilted British accent. His face was long, his grin toothy, curly hair just beginning to grey and pulled against its will into a rough semblance of slicked-back professionalism. The man wore a three-piece suit underneath his labcoat, soft grey and worsted wool. The overall effect put one in mind of a rodent of some sort, albeit a very chummy one.
"Nice ta meet you too, hyuck!" Goofy replied, taking Nigel's hand without a pause and shaking it vigorously. The man grimaced as he was practically tugged up and down, tie going askew across his neck.
"Yes, well…" Nigel began, slowly patting himself down in an attempt to smooth out the generated wrinkles. "We were quite enthused to hear the renowned Dr. Doofenshmirtz was interested in learning more about our… humble organization. I'm sure he has a good eye for potential, brilliance… unrecognized tal… Regardless! What would you like to see first?"
"Hmmm." Goofy tapped his chin. "I dunno. Why don' ya give me tha' tour?"
"Ahh, a Journey Into Imagination? I do think I can manage that." Nigel replied loftily, drawing himself up and setting off through the nearest door. The hallway beyond was clean and brightly lit, flanked by office doors which Goofy peered through curiously as they passed.
"The Imagination Institute was founded with the express purpose of exploring the human and inhuman mind. The marvelous vistas of imagination, mental power and senses that link us to the broader world. Where does it come from? How does it work? And, perhaps most fascinating of all, how does it relate to the many usual beings that populate our most fascinating world?"
"Unusual how?" Goofy asked.
"Why, take yourself for instance." Nigel replied thoughtlessly. "Anthrofictus Hominis Atramentum. A being of ink with no discernable or inherent means of animation, yet more animated than one could ever expect. What a marvel you are! What makes you tick?"
Goofy paused for a few seconds as the sound of a shifting second hand emanated from his person.
"Well that'd be ma wristwatch." Goofy replied, holding the object up.
"…yes, quite." Dr. Channing replied after a moment's pause. They exited the long hall, emerging into collective lab space. "With the Animator's Guild as tight-lipped as ever, it's fallen to us to determine the nature and genesis of the Anthrofictus family. It's a mystery that has puzzled great minds… though not, I think, for very much longer."
Goofy's eyebrows lifted. "Ya means… ya might be close?"
"I'm glad you asked!" Channing declared pompously, launching immediately into what seemed to be a prepared diatribe. "I call it: The Channing Unorthodox Field Theory!"
Not even the first syllable of Goofy's next question escaped his lips before Channing barreled ahead.
"The fundamentals of the Channing Unorthodox Field Theory are quite simple." Channing said haughtily. "In effect, the piezoelectric static charge of the human brain produces what I have termed the Channing Field. The Channing Field is a sort of external psychosomatic emanation that fluctuates in response to beta waves within the hypothalamus." Goofy's eyes immediately glazed over even as he continued walking. "When a person creates a mental construct of sufficient degree to elucidate the full meaning of their internal conception within the broader Channing Field, the resultant pattern is capable of 'imprinting' itself onto the object which was the subject of the intense anthropomorphic personification. The stated object thereby obtains a Channing Unorthodox Imprint, which in the presence of further Channing Fields, which is to say the active psychological emanations of the conscious, sensate, preantepenultimate, sapient, non-thanatognomonic and imaginative mind, will repeat the previous cognitive load as the original inclination of the imprinter using the cognitive hardware of further contacts."
Goofy stared blankly.
"Ah. Well. Allow me to simplify. In effect, a human within the proper modality is capable of effecting a lasting imprint of their own mental models upon the world, which can then be experienced through a hallucinogenic process at a later date by further interactees with the stimuli in question. This explains not only cartoons, but a multitude of so-called 'magical' sightings ranging from ghosts to goblins. Why, despite the existing scientific research suggesting otherwise, I would not be surprised if even the humble Gargate Saxum was a result of the Channing Field." Channing concluded, improperly capitalizing the species name.
"Wait. So… yer sayin' I don' actually exist?"
"Quite so. You, my good sir, are merely a collective mentality shared between separate individuals through a memetic psychosomatic mental construct solidified via further interaction. You're not really here at all!"
"Gawrsh."
Goofy, trying desperately to comprehend this, did not notice the stray test tube upon which he then stepped, tripped, and went rolling down the hall, bumping into and knocking over a half-dozen interns and passerby as he careened towards the cafeteria.
Nigel Channing scowled.
"All right well. Perhaps there are some kinks that still need to be worked out in the scientific method. It's hard to find a decent control group! Wait, get back here, I haven't finished explaining!"
Goofy plodded into the Imagination Institute with a patented gape, eyes wide open at the massive glass and steel edifice that formed the building's roof. The Institute had clearly been built with big plans. Inside was a more subdued affair, the furnishings attempting a level of contemporary sophistication they could not quite pull off. The atrium was lined with glass cases, each full of inventions and experimental relics from a prototype companion robot to what appeared to be a metal dreamcatcher. At the other end of the room, a man in a spotless labcoat was speaking to a young secretary who was, quite clearly, paying no attention whatsoever.
"And that, dear Linda, is why the field particles must be quantized into the appropriate- oh, do excuse me, my dear. I believe our guest has arrived."
The man turned to greet his new arrival. "Ahh, Goofy Goof. A pleasure. My name is Dr. Nigel Channing, Chairman of the Imagination Institute." The man began with a slightly lilted British accent. His face was long, his grin toothy, curly hair just beginning to grey and pulled against its will into a rough semblance of slicked-back professionalism. The man wore a three-piece suit underneath his labcoat, soft grey and worsted wool. The overall effect put one in mind of a rodent of some sort, albeit a very chummy one.
"Nice ta meet you too, hyuck!" Goofy replied, taking Nigel's hand without a pause and shaking it vigorously. The man grimaced as he was practically tugged up and down, tie going askew across his neck.
"Yes, well…" Nigel began, slowly patting himself down in an attempt to smooth out the generated wrinkles. "We were quite enthused to hear the renowned Dr. Doofenshmirtz was interested in learning more about our… humble organization. I'm sure he has a good eye for potential, brilliance… unrecognized tal… Regardless! What would you like to see first?"
"Hmmm." Goofy tapped his chin. "I dunno. Why don' ya give me tha' tour?"
"Ahh, a Journey Into Imagination? I do think I can manage that." Nigel replied loftily, drawing himself up and setting off through the nearest door. The hallway beyond was clean and brightly lit, flanked by office doors which Goofy peered through curiously as they passed.
"The Imagination Institute was founded with the express purpose of exploring the human and inhuman mind. The marvelous vistas of imagination, mental power and senses that link us to the broader world. Where does it come from? How does it work? And, perhaps most fascinating of all, how does it relate to the many usual beings that populate our most fascinating world?"
"Unusual how?" Goofy asked.
"Why, take yourself for instance." Nigel replied thoughtlessly. "Anthrofictus Hominis Atramentum. A being of ink with no discernable or inherent means of animation, yet more animated than one could ever expect. What a marvel you are! What makes you tick?"
Goofy paused for a few seconds as the sound of a shifting second hand emanated from his person.
"Well that'd be ma wristwatch." Goofy replied, holding the object up.
"…yes, quite." Dr. Channing replied after a moment's pause. They exited the long hall, emerging into collective lab space. "With the Animator's Guild as tight-lipped as ever, it's fallen to us to determine the nature and genesis of the Anthrofictus family. It's a mystery that has puzzled great minds… though not, I think, for very much longer."
Goofy's eyebrows lifted. "Ya means… ya might be close?"
"I'm glad you asked!" Channing declared pompously, launching immediately into what seemed to be a prepared diatribe. "I call it: The Channing Unorthodox Field Theory!"
Not even the first syllable of Goofy's next question escaped his lips before Channing barreled ahead.
"The fundamentals of the Channing Unorthodox Field Theory are quite simple." Channing said haughtily. "In effect, the piezoelectric static charge of the human brain produces what I have termed the Channing Field. The Channing Field is a sort of external psychosomatic emanation that fluctuates in response to beta waves within the hypothalamus." Goofy's eyes immediately glazed over even as he continued walking. "When a person creates a mental construct of sufficient degree to elucidate the full meaning of their internal conception within the broader Channing Field, the resultant pattern is capable of 'imprinting' itself onto the object which was the subject of the intense anthropomorphic personification. The stated object thereby obtains a Channing Unorthodox Imprint, which in the presence of further Channing Fields, which is to say the active psychological emanations of the conscious, sensate, preantepenultimate, sapient, non-thanatognomonic and imaginative mind, will repeat the previous cognitive load as the original inclination of the imprinter using the cognitive hardware of further contacts."
Goofy stared blankly.
"Ah. Well. Allow me to simplify. In effect, a human within the proper modality is capable of effecting a lasting imprint of their own mental models upon the world, which can then be experienced through a hallucinogenic process at a later date by further interactees with the stimuli in question. This explains not only cartoons, but a multitude of so-called 'magical' sightings ranging from ghosts to goblins. Why, despite the existing scientific research suggesting otherwise, I would not be surprised if even the humble Gargate Saxum was a result of the Channing Field." Channing concluded, improperly capitalizing the species name.
"Wait. So… yer sayin' I don' actually exist?"
"Quite so. You, my good sir, are merely a collective mentality shared between separate individuals through a memetic psychosomatic mental construct solidified via further interaction. You're not really here at all!"
"Gawrsh."
Goofy, trying desperately to comprehend this, did not notice the stray test tube upon which he then stepped, tripped, and went rolling down the hall, bumping into and knocking over a half-dozen interns and passerby as he careened towards the cafeteria.
Nigel Channing scowled.
"All right well. Perhaps there are some kinks that still need to be worked out in the scientific method. It's hard to find a decent control group! Wait, get back here, I haven't finished explaining!"
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- Location
- California, United States
Goofy is just a shared Tupla guys. Keep him away from Jackie Chan.
I'm still wondering if Kitsune was onto something with Toon's being magic.
On a side note, it's a bit funny how both of the massive discoveries this turn seem to run on "it gets better if you believe it's alive" .
- Location
- Peterborough, NH, USA
Nevermind Jackie Chan! Keep him away from human living memes like Segata Sanshiro and Chuck Norris! Imagine what someone who actually physically exists when none of their energy is bound into existing at all could do!
- Location
- Two hours away
- Pronouns
- He/Him
You don't get to name a psycho-physical quality of reality after someone whose perceived qualities can still change.
If this guy is revealed to have done something bad (e.g. killed Dreamfinder) he will have utterly contaminated his field of research.
SolipsistSerpent
Endlessly Devouring
Well... I wouldn't say Goofy isn't real, given his ability to interact with inanimate objects. Rather, the takeaway should be that the human mind is capable of creating real things through the act of imagining in the proper circumstances, which is both marvelous and horrifying.
It's entirely possible that that's how magic works, too.
- Location
- Peterborough, NH, USA
I wonder if we'd get anything by having the government via the Institute compare notes with us.
Stratagemini
Totally a Fire Ferret.
- Location
- Central Park
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They/Them
This Jerk is trying to steal our Nobel Prize! We figured this out already! That's how Robots worK!
- Location
- Great Khanate of Scotland
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Yeah we're pretty close to a unified field theory, which is probably somewhere in the ballpark of "clap your hands if you believe".
SolipsistSerpent
Endlessly Devouring
I was thinking, "When you wish upon a star..."
- Location
- The City of Tears, Hallownest
- Pronouns
- He/Him
We did already get credit for that
- Location
- Pennsylvania
Made some minor edits to the interlude.
- Location
- Two hours away
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Hello Wendy's next project. How ya doing?
- Location
- Ohio
So believing is seeing?
- Location
- Germany
....Is it just me, or is that Channing guy a bit of a self-important pretentious dick?
So yeah, basically Toons (and probably Magic to an extent as well as some kind of "sibling phenomen", so to speaking) work a certain way because humans *convinced themselves and reality at large* that they do....basically a whole host of Tulpas, yes.
So yeah, basically Toons (and probably Magic to an extent as well as some kind of "sibling phenomen", so to speaking) work a certain way because humans *convinced themselves and reality at large* that they do....basically a whole host of Tulpas, yes.
- Location
- United Kigdom
Man, poor Goofy; he didn't sign up for existential dread today