- Location
- Germany
I know how that feels, pal - after all, I made an omake featuring cast and themes from *Dinosaurs* despite that show being canon to Doofquest would be very outta there as well...
DoofQuest- a Disney Villains Victorious CK2-Style Quest
- Thread starter Made in Heaven
- Start date
- Crossover
I know how that feels, pal - after all, I made an omake featuring cast and themes from *Dinosaurs* despite that show being canon to Doofquest would be very outta there as well...
- Location
- Somewhere nearby.
Dossiers
- Location
- Pennsylvania
The door to your office- you had not felt right taking the Doctor's, and could not disable the traps anyhow- burst open. "Hello madame!" an aggressively french man declared as he strode in.
"Ah. You would be Napoleon, I take it."
"Yez indeed. A real pleashure, Madame Peña." The man said as he bent down to kiss your hand. "Jean Pierre Napoleon. Veteran of Interpol, DSGE, and the Eurovision 2012 Championships."
You blink. "Oh?"
"A wonderful time. Alas, Sweden's lovely women carried ze day."
"Well you certainly have good references Mr. Napoleon. But what puts you on the market? I was a little surprised my sources informed me you were seeking employment."
"Ah, you see. While I worked for Interpol, I was on ze hunt for ze infamous international thief known as The Lemur. But he always evaded me, and Interpol was forced to let me go after I… went too far."
"Is that something I should be…?"
"It was my fault!" Napoleon declared dramatically before you could even finish prompting him. "I drove Le Maximum across the Lichtenstein border wizout noticing. The car was banned across most of Europe for eets massive size, and I neglected to check that my Licence to Drive had been approved in Europe's microstates. Ze resulting scandal forced me to rezine."
"Well. I think we can overlook that, assuming we move forward. Is there anything else?"
"Well, ah…" Napoleon brushed his suit. "I suppose… regardless of how the interview went… ah am free at eight? No pressuhre."
You attempt a smile.
"We'll let you know."
Jean-Pierre Napoleon
Effluvient investigator and veteran of Europe's external security
Pragmatism: Medium
Quirkiness: Medium-Well
Instability: Low...ish
Tolerance for Nonsense: High
Mustache: Pencil
Dating Strategy: Questionable
---
A firm but gentle knock on your door alerts you to your next scouted potential. "Hello?" A bald head peeks its way around the door. "Are you ready for me?"
"Mr. Moseby, yes. Please, come in. A pleasure to meet you."
"And a pleasure to meet you as well!" The man says cheerily as he takes a seat, slapping the legs of his pressed suit in enthusiasm. "Now, I understand you're in the market for a manager."
You silently cross out the line in the Doctor's notes asking for a 'Steward'. "Yes, that's right. Why don't you walk me through why you think you're qualified?"
"Well, I spent the better part of my career managing hotels and other hospitality services for the world renowned Tipton hotel chain."
You nod. You've stayed in Tiptons before. They tend towards the garish but are a well-recognized high end brand.
"I managed the Boston hotel for three years, Tipton's metaphorical flagship. And then I managed the S.S. Tipton, Tipton's literal flagship, for a further three. I've handled a staff of hundreds and kept multi-millions of dollars worth of guests happy. I'm committed, passionate about my work, and available with two weeks notice. Ma'am, if you need a chaos corraller, you've got the man for the job."
Mirage immediately leaned in. "Tell me, do you have any experience managing eccentric inventors, unusual foreigners, unpredictable and prideful experts, or rambunctious teenagers?"
"Mmmhn." Mr. Moseby grunted, twisting his head as if trying actively to not remember something. "...You could say that."
Mirage got the sense that a canned laugh track, if available, would currently be playing.
A moment later, it did.
"Ludivine!" Mirage called out. "Our meeting isn't for another 40 minutes."
"Oh! My mistake. I'll joost come back latah, ya?"
Mirage turned back to the man. "Well, that's certainly what we need here at DEI."
"Ah. Yes, the name. I had been meaning to inquire as to why-"
"Don't ask."
"Right." Moseby nodded, immediately changing tack. "In that case, my only request would be to have my offices near the lobby, if possible. I do my best work in lobbies."
"Hmm. Well, I think that's doable. So long as you don't mind the lobby ninja."
"Oh of course, of course." Mr. Moseby chuckled, waving a hand.
"...the what?"
Mr. Marion Moseby
Consummate manager with experience in shenanigans
Pragmatism: Medium
Quirkiness: Medium
Instability: Low
Tolerance for Nonsense: Resigned to It at This Point
Good Luck: With That
Conflict with the Vagabonds: Guaranteed Hilarity
---
The next candidate to knock on your door was a neatly-dressed man in his early thirties, offering you a polite smile and a firm handshake. "Matthew Bluestone. Thank you for seeing me today, Ms. Peña."
"Your resume is very impressive." you note politely, pulling up the relevant file on your computer to double-check. "Five years experience in the FBI, and a near-spotless record in the NYPD for years afterward. It seems like you've had a very stable career there, why make the change now?"
"Recent events have made me consider the benefits of branching out and searching for new fields. I can assure you there was nothing as dramatic as a dismissal, I simply feel that my time could be better spent elsewhere."
"I see." you muse, pondering his carefully crafted non-answer for a moment. "And what sort of skills could you bring to DEI?"
"While most of the work I've done in the past is classified, I can tell you that I'm extremely skilled in investigative work, having built a case based on the barest scraps of evidence- and all in the middle of a deliberate misdirection."
"What sort of experience do you have in working as a team, or with… difficult individuals?"
His face turns sullen for a moment as you realize you may have touched a nerve. As briefly as the moment comes, it passes. "Martin Hacker was my partner during my FBI days, and while we didn't always see eye to eye on everything we made a pretty good investigative team. I'd go so far as to say that he helped me get to where I am now."
"Thank you, Mr. Bluestone. We'll remain in touch and you should have an answer about the job in a day or two."
As Bluestone leans in to shake your hand, you barely catch the gleam of something from inside his jacket. A button, or a lapel pin, perhaps. Well concealed, you doubt you would have noticed were it not for the light catching it just so. After a moment you mentally shrug, dismissing it as unimportant.
Pragmatism: Medium
Quirkiness: Medium
Instability: Low
Tolerance for Nonsense: Medium
Believe: Wants To
---
You can't help but raise an eyebrow at your next candidate. Former pop idol Hanna Montana's resume was far from the most unusual thing you've seen working at DEI, but it was still enough to give you pause for a moment. You weren't too familiar with the music scene yourself, but you did remember a couple years back when the teen sensation attempted to reinvent her image… which lasted for all of six months before the fickle public moved on to Sev'ral Timez.
"Welcome to DEI, Ms. Stewart."
"Well thank ya very much there Ms. Peña. Or uh, should I say Mirage, based on what some of the fellas in the hallways seemed ta call ya."
"Ah, yes. That's-"
"Oh don't worry. I know a thing or two about living a double life, knowwhamsayin?" The former star said before crossing her legs and leaning back. "Now, how'd you wanna start things off?"
"Hm. Could you tell me a little more about yourself? What's driving you to look for a job at DEI?" It's all part of the process, though you do admit to a little personal curiosity as well. By all accounts the former idol was doing rather well financially and seemed rather stable after leaving the spotlight.
"After all that wacky show biz, I wanted something to do. I mean what am I gonna do all day besides listening to my uncle Earl eat chicken wings? I figured hey, I know my way around public relations, and there's still a fair few people in showbiz who know my name. Why not see what I can do on the other side of the camera or somethin'? I was planning to try out somewhere closer to home in Malibu, but… Rico was already there."
"...Rico?"
"Don't ask." Miley replied flatly.
"I've heard that a lot today." You comment offhandedly. "Now, you were a well known sensation, but how do you intend to apply those skills to your work here? Based on your resume you're interested in public relations, which is a bit different from working a crowd."
"Well, when it comes to dealing with the public, your girl knows a thing or two. If it's anything involving PR I can do it. You know a few things about managing people after hiding a double life for five years, babe. After my career I worked with public relations with my brother Jackson. He wasn't good at it but I picked it up and feel more than confident about my ability to help you guys with…" Miley paused. "Whatever it is you need help with. I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that the 'Evil' thing is non-negotiable at this point. You guys uh… definitely have a brand."
You consider how it could look for the company to have a former celebrity in charge of PR. Already the Doctor's 'evil' advertising was seen as a delightfully self-aware brand of satire by many across the nation, having some star power behind that could boost it to even further heights. "Thank you for your time, Ms. Stewart. We'll be in touch."
Miley Cyrus, Alias Hannah Montana
Former Pop Idol with a double life
Pragmatism: Medium
Quirkiness: Medium
Instability: Low
Tolerance for Nonsense: Medium
Discography: Decent, you suppose
---
A female bear with a neatly coiffed hairdo and a sharp red suit walks into your office and offers you a hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Peña. I'm Rebecca Cunningham, former CEO of Higher for Hire, one of the biggest air security firms on the west coast. For years we managed air piracy and international deliveries better than any of the competition."
"Your resume was very impressive. I've heard good things about your company before it went under, there was a reason it was so widely renowned. With history like this I'm certain you could get into all sorts of companies all over the US, so what made you apply to DEI in particular?"
"DEI's company culture, from what I can tell as an outsider, seems familiar to me. I've had experience in dealing with extremely talented and, erm, eccentric individuals."
You allow yourself a brief chuckle. "I suppose I can admit that DEI has that in spades. Can you give me an example of a time you wrangled one of these eccentric individuals?"
"There was this one time an employee of mine decided he could shave ten minutes off his delivery route by taking a shortcut through Death Canyon. I ensured limited liability for our products until I was able to correct the employee for his behavior, and after giving him a stern reprimand his behavior was rectified."
"That was very sensible of you-"
"Mind you, this employee was not a first-time offender, there were several other times that he acted belligerently and attempted to find shortcuts to make his work easier. There were several instances where our cargo was lost and we had to refund customers thanks to his insane schemes, and several lucrative business deals that fell through because he had to mouth off to the CEO that was offering them! If it weren't for the fact that he was the most brilliant pilot I've ever seen I would've fired him after the most egregious offense-"
"Ahem." You clear your throat. "As I was about to say, I think your approach to things was quite sensible."
Rebecca takes a breath. "I'm sorry, I just got a little caught up in things."
"Quite all right." you assuage. "Thank you for your time, I'll let you know when we make a decision."
Pragmatism: Medium
Quirkiness: Medium
Instability: Low
Tolerance for Nonsense: Medium
Business Acumen: High
Lingering Investment: Apparent
---
You have not received an actual application from the last arrival of the day, merely a business card. The fact that that card arrived on the desk of your office with only a limited trace of its source was, you suppose, credentials in itself.
The woman across from you is an orange-beaked cardinal in a sleek black pantsuit, an outfit that absolutely screamed intelligence agent to anyone familiar with them. Her cool, collected gaze disguises the occasional, inherent glances she scans the room with.
"Red Feather, I believe?" You ask. "My contacts in the underworld inform me you are… on the market."
"That's correct." Red Feather replies. "I'm an intelligence agent with extensive experience in network building, covert operations, and various other things I cannot divulge in detail until I've been hired. I can bring significant quality to your company if that is what you're looking for."
"I was unable to find any reference to your previous employment." You note with a single quirked brow.
"I would not expect you to." Red Feather replied playfully. "My employer was… discreet."
"Mmh." You reply. "In fact, the only reference to a Red Feather I was able to find at all was as a covert agent in… a video game."
Red Feather leans forward, all traces of coquettishness gone. "Then let me be clear. Plastic surgery is expensive, but red dye is cheap. There are some details it would benefit neither of us to delve into. My previous employer and I had a… disagreement about policy. I'm here looking for a fresh start."
You blink. Something… unpleasant, gnaws at you. "Then let us speak about policy. Hypothetically. We need to make sure we see… eye to eye, on your job description."
"I've done a lot of things." Red Feather, though you know full well that is not her name, says to you. "Embezzlement. Frame Jobs. Telemarketing. But I was asked… to kill an innocent man. I looked inside myself that day and I found… to my own surprise… I didn't have what it takes."
You force yourself to breathe.
"I couldn't do it. I couldn't cross that line. I wouldn't have been able to… live with myself." Red Feather says, staring you right in the eyes. "If that is a dealbreaker, Ms. Peña, then I suggest we end this interview here."
"That… that won't be a problem." You say, a little too quickly but unable to slow yourself. Your thoughts pull unerringly towards the charity event less than a week away. You think about the people you'll see there, and the people you won't, and you know you won't be accomplishing anything else productive for the time being. "Nonetheless, I think we have everything we need."
You pause again.
"I'll speak to you soon."
Red Feather
International espionage specialist and F.O.W.L. deserter
Pragmatism: High
Quirkiness: Low
Instability: Low
Tolerance for Nonsense: Medium
Slate: Cleaned
Feathers: Galore
Vote for one hero. There is a twelve hour moratorium on voting.
"Ah. You would be Napoleon, I take it."
"Yez indeed. A real pleashure, Madame Peña." The man said as he bent down to kiss your hand. "Jean Pierre Napoleon. Veteran of Interpol, DSGE, and the Eurovision 2012 Championships."
You blink. "Oh?"
"A wonderful time. Alas, Sweden's lovely women carried ze day."
"Well you certainly have good references Mr. Napoleon. But what puts you on the market? I was a little surprised my sources informed me you were seeking employment."
"Ah, you see. While I worked for Interpol, I was on ze hunt for ze infamous international thief known as The Lemur. But he always evaded me, and Interpol was forced to let me go after I… went too far."
"Is that something I should be…?"
"It was my fault!" Napoleon declared dramatically before you could even finish prompting him. "I drove Le Maximum across the Lichtenstein border wizout noticing. The car was banned across most of Europe for eets massive size, and I neglected to check that my Licence to Drive had been approved in Europe's microstates. Ze resulting scandal forced me to rezine."
"Well. I think we can overlook that, assuming we move forward. Is there anything else?"
"Well, ah…" Napoleon brushed his suit. "I suppose… regardless of how the interview went… ah am free at eight? No pressuhre."
You attempt a smile.
"We'll let you know."
Jean-Pierre Napoleon
Effluvient investigator and veteran of Europe's external security
Pragmatism: Medium
Quirkiness: Medium-Well
Instability: Low...ish
Tolerance for Nonsense: High
Mustache: Pencil
Dating Strategy: Questionable
---
A firm but gentle knock on your door alerts you to your next scouted potential. "Hello?" A bald head peeks its way around the door. "Are you ready for me?"
"Mr. Moseby, yes. Please, come in. A pleasure to meet you."
"And a pleasure to meet you as well!" The man says cheerily as he takes a seat, slapping the legs of his pressed suit in enthusiasm. "Now, I understand you're in the market for a manager."
You silently cross out the line in the Doctor's notes asking for a 'Steward'. "Yes, that's right. Why don't you walk me through why you think you're qualified?"
"Well, I spent the better part of my career managing hotels and other hospitality services for the world renowned Tipton hotel chain."
You nod. You've stayed in Tiptons before. They tend towards the garish but are a well-recognized high end brand.
"I managed the Boston hotel for three years, Tipton's metaphorical flagship. And then I managed the S.S. Tipton, Tipton's literal flagship, for a further three. I've handled a staff of hundreds and kept multi-millions of dollars worth of guests happy. I'm committed, passionate about my work, and available with two weeks notice. Ma'am, if you need a chaos corraller, you've got the man for the job."
Mirage immediately leaned in. "Tell me, do you have any experience managing eccentric inventors, unusual foreigners, unpredictable and prideful experts, or rambunctious teenagers?"
"Mmmhn." Mr. Moseby grunted, twisting his head as if trying actively to not remember something. "...You could say that."
Mirage got the sense that a canned laugh track, if available, would currently be playing.
A moment later, it did.
"Ludivine!" Mirage called out. "Our meeting isn't for another 40 minutes."
"Oh! My mistake. I'll joost come back latah, ya?"
Mirage turned back to the man. "Well, that's certainly what we need here at DEI."
"Ah. Yes, the name. I had been meaning to inquire as to why-"
"Don't ask."
"Right." Moseby nodded, immediately changing tack. "In that case, my only request would be to have my offices near the lobby, if possible. I do my best work in lobbies."
"Hmm. Well, I think that's doable. So long as you don't mind the lobby ninja."
"Oh of course, of course." Mr. Moseby chuckled, waving a hand.
"...the what?"
Mr. Marion Moseby
Consummate manager with experience in shenanigans
Pragmatism: Medium
Quirkiness: Medium
Instability: Low
Tolerance for Nonsense: Resigned to It at This Point
Good Luck: With That
Conflict with the Vagabonds: Guaranteed Hilarity
---
The next candidate to knock on your door was a neatly-dressed man in his early thirties, offering you a polite smile and a firm handshake. "Matthew Bluestone. Thank you for seeing me today, Ms. Peña."
"Your resume is very impressive." you note politely, pulling up the relevant file on your computer to double-check. "Five years experience in the FBI, and a near-spotless record in the NYPD for years afterward. It seems like you've had a very stable career there, why make the change now?"
"Recent events have made me consider the benefits of branching out and searching for new fields. I can assure you there was nothing as dramatic as a dismissal, I simply feel that my time could be better spent elsewhere."
"I see." you muse, pondering his carefully crafted non-answer for a moment. "And what sort of skills could you bring to DEI?"
"While most of the work I've done in the past is classified, I can tell you that I'm extremely skilled in investigative work, having built a case based on the barest scraps of evidence- and all in the middle of a deliberate misdirection."
"What sort of experience do you have in working as a team, or with… difficult individuals?"
His face turns sullen for a moment as you realize you may have touched a nerve. As briefly as the moment comes, it passes. "Martin Hacker was my partner during my FBI days, and while we didn't always see eye to eye on everything we made a pretty good investigative team. I'd go so far as to say that he helped me get to where I am now."
"Thank you, Mr. Bluestone. We'll remain in touch and you should have an answer about the job in a day or two."
As Bluestone leans in to shake your hand, you barely catch the gleam of something from inside his jacket. A button, or a lapel pin, perhaps. Well concealed, you doubt you would have noticed were it not for the light catching it just so. After a moment you mentally shrug, dismissing it as unimportant.
Pragmatism: Medium
Quirkiness: Medium
Instability: Low
Tolerance for Nonsense: Medium
Believe: Wants To
---
You can't help but raise an eyebrow at your next candidate. Former pop idol Hanna Montana's resume was far from the most unusual thing you've seen working at DEI, but it was still enough to give you pause for a moment. You weren't too familiar with the music scene yourself, but you did remember a couple years back when the teen sensation attempted to reinvent her image… which lasted for all of six months before the fickle public moved on to Sev'ral Timez.
"Welcome to DEI, Ms. Stewart."
"Well thank ya very much there Ms. Peña. Or uh, should I say Mirage, based on what some of the fellas in the hallways seemed ta call ya."
"Ah, yes. That's-"
"Oh don't worry. I know a thing or two about living a double life, knowwhamsayin?" The former star said before crossing her legs and leaning back. "Now, how'd you wanna start things off?"
"Hm. Could you tell me a little more about yourself? What's driving you to look for a job at DEI?" It's all part of the process, though you do admit to a little personal curiosity as well. By all accounts the former idol was doing rather well financially and seemed rather stable after leaving the spotlight.
"After all that wacky show biz, I wanted something to do. I mean what am I gonna do all day besides listening to my uncle Earl eat chicken wings? I figured hey, I know my way around public relations, and there's still a fair few people in showbiz who know my name. Why not see what I can do on the other side of the camera or somethin'? I was planning to try out somewhere closer to home in Malibu, but… Rico was already there."
"...Rico?"
"Don't ask." Miley replied flatly.
"I've heard that a lot today." You comment offhandedly. "Now, you were a well known sensation, but how do you intend to apply those skills to your work here? Based on your resume you're interested in public relations, which is a bit different from working a crowd."
"Well, when it comes to dealing with the public, your girl knows a thing or two. If it's anything involving PR I can do it. You know a few things about managing people after hiding a double life for five years, babe. After my career I worked with public relations with my brother Jackson. He wasn't good at it but I picked it up and feel more than confident about my ability to help you guys with…" Miley paused. "Whatever it is you need help with. I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that the 'Evil' thing is non-negotiable at this point. You guys uh… definitely have a brand."
You consider how it could look for the company to have a former celebrity in charge of PR. Already the Doctor's 'evil' advertising was seen as a delightfully self-aware brand of satire by many across the nation, having some star power behind that could boost it to even further heights. "Thank you for your time, Ms. Stewart. We'll be in touch."
Miley Cyrus, Alias Hannah Montana
Former Pop Idol with a double life
Pragmatism: Medium
Quirkiness: Medium
Instability: Low
Tolerance for Nonsense: Medium
Discography: Decent, you suppose
---
A female bear with a neatly coiffed hairdo and a sharp red suit walks into your office and offers you a hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Peña. I'm Rebecca Cunningham, former CEO of Higher for Hire, one of the biggest air security firms on the west coast. For years we managed air piracy and international deliveries better than any of the competition."
"Your resume was very impressive. I've heard good things about your company before it went under, there was a reason it was so widely renowned. With history like this I'm certain you could get into all sorts of companies all over the US, so what made you apply to DEI in particular?"
"DEI's company culture, from what I can tell as an outsider, seems familiar to me. I've had experience in dealing with extremely talented and, erm, eccentric individuals."
You allow yourself a brief chuckle. "I suppose I can admit that DEI has that in spades. Can you give me an example of a time you wrangled one of these eccentric individuals?"
"There was this one time an employee of mine decided he could shave ten minutes off his delivery route by taking a shortcut through Death Canyon. I ensured limited liability for our products until I was able to correct the employee for his behavior, and after giving him a stern reprimand his behavior was rectified."
"That was very sensible of you-"
"Mind you, this employee was not a first-time offender, there were several other times that he acted belligerently and attempted to find shortcuts to make his work easier. There were several instances where our cargo was lost and we had to refund customers thanks to his insane schemes, and several lucrative business deals that fell through because he had to mouth off to the CEO that was offering them! If it weren't for the fact that he was the most brilliant pilot I've ever seen I would've fired him after the most egregious offense-"
"Ahem." You clear your throat. "As I was about to say, I think your approach to things was quite sensible."
Rebecca takes a breath. "I'm sorry, I just got a little caught up in things."
"Quite all right." you assuage. "Thank you for your time, I'll let you know when we make a decision."
Pragmatism: Medium
Quirkiness: Medium
Instability: Low
Tolerance for Nonsense: Medium
Business Acumen: High
Lingering Investment: Apparent
---
You have not received an actual application from the last arrival of the day, merely a business card. The fact that that card arrived on the desk of your office with only a limited trace of its source was, you suppose, credentials in itself.
The woman across from you is an orange-beaked cardinal in a sleek black pantsuit, an outfit that absolutely screamed intelligence agent to anyone familiar with them. Her cool, collected gaze disguises the occasional, inherent glances she scans the room with.
"Red Feather, I believe?" You ask. "My contacts in the underworld inform me you are… on the market."
"That's correct." Red Feather replies. "I'm an intelligence agent with extensive experience in network building, covert operations, and various other things I cannot divulge in detail until I've been hired. I can bring significant quality to your company if that is what you're looking for."
"I was unable to find any reference to your previous employment." You note with a single quirked brow.
"I would not expect you to." Red Feather replied playfully. "My employer was… discreet."
"Mmh." You reply. "In fact, the only reference to a Red Feather I was able to find at all was as a covert agent in… a video game."
Red Feather leans forward, all traces of coquettishness gone. "Then let me be clear. Plastic surgery is expensive, but red dye is cheap. There are some details it would benefit neither of us to delve into. My previous employer and I had a… disagreement about policy. I'm here looking for a fresh start."
You blink. Something… unpleasant, gnaws at you. "Then let us speak about policy. Hypothetically. We need to make sure we see… eye to eye, on your job description."
"I've done a lot of things." Red Feather, though you know full well that is not her name, says to you. "Embezzlement. Frame Jobs. Telemarketing. But I was asked… to kill an innocent man. I looked inside myself that day and I found… to my own surprise… I didn't have what it takes."
You force yourself to breathe.
"I couldn't do it. I couldn't cross that line. I wouldn't have been able to… live with myself." Red Feather says, staring you right in the eyes. "If that is a dealbreaker, Ms. Peña, then I suggest we end this interview here."
"That… that won't be a problem." You say, a little too quickly but unable to slow yourself. Your thoughts pull unerringly towards the charity event less than a week away. You think about the people you'll see there, and the people you won't, and you know you won't be accomplishing anything else productive for the time being. "Nonetheless, I think we have everything we need."
You pause again.
"I'll speak to you soon."
Red Feather
International espionage specialist and F.O.W.L. deserter
Pragmatism: High
Quirkiness: Low
Instability: Low
Tolerance for Nonsense: Medium
Slate: Cleaned
Feathers: Galore
Vote for one hero. There is a twelve hour moratorium on voting.
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Lord Ultimus
Beautiful...
- Location
- Undisclosed Warehouse
Pretty sure we're all in on Moseby at this point.
And my choice to vote for Moseby has just been cemented
I'm wary of Bluestone. Judging by the mention of the lapel pin, he's definitely a member of the Illuminati at this point. While in canon his end goal was to infiltrate and expose them, he was most likely instructed by them to infiltrate us, and there's good odds he'll put his goal of infiltrating the Illuminati over our interests.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I'd like to suggest Moseby for this vote, and then Red Feather next turn? I'm a sucker for a good villain with a line, and she seems good enough. Plus, she seems like someone who could have good interactions with Mirage.
I now retract everything I said about the Red Feather. I want her on the Black Ops.
That being said...
Mr. Moseby!!!
That being said...
Mr. Moseby!!!
This is just an amazing touch.
- Location
- Great Khanate of Scotland
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I still want Moseby, but damn if Mirage and Red Feather didn't just make a connection.
- Pronouns
- Female
Kingpin: It's not always about the money Spider-Man.... SOMETIMES IT'S ABOUT MR MOSEBY, EH, COME ON, LET'S GO MOSEBY!
Spider-Man: ....This makes less sense than the Mets thing.
Spider-Man: ....This makes less sense than the Mets thing.
- Location
- Southbend indiana
Yea Moseby is the obvious pick we don't really have many good stewardship hero's besides p and f and their unreliable
- Location
- The City of Tears, Hallownest
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Not only does Mosby have the absolute comedic chops, "resigned to the chaos" and garunteed ninja antics, of the six Listed, he's one of the two stewardship heroes, which is something that we're looking for more of above and beyond Intrigue or Diplomacy (the three secret agents, Hannah Montana)
Cunningham
Pragmatism: Medium
Quirkiness: Medium
Instability: Low
Tolerance for Nonsense: Medium
Business Acumen: High
Lingering Investment: Apparent
Consummate manager with experience in shenanigans
Pragmatism: Medium
Quirkiness: Medium
Instability: Low
Tolerance for Nonsense: Resigned to It at This Point
Good Luck: With That
Conflict with the Vagabonds: Guaranteed Hilarity
While Rebecca might have similar PQI to Moseby, her lingering investment is a slight turn off for me (as is my suspicion that her instability is slightly higher than presented) and Her tolerance for nonsense is only middle of the road, while Moseby is off the charts and into the streets
Cunningham
Pragmatism: Medium
Quirkiness: Medium
Instability: Low
Tolerance for Nonsense: Medium
Business Acumen: High
Lingering Investment: Apparent
Consummate manager with experience in shenanigans
Pragmatism: Medium
Quirkiness: Medium
Instability: Low
Tolerance for Nonsense: Resigned to It at This Point
Good Luck: With That
Conflict with the Vagabonds: Guaranteed Hilarity
While Rebecca might have similar PQI to Moseby, her lingering investment is a slight turn off for me (as is my suspicion that her instability is slightly higher than presented) and Her tolerance for nonsense is only middle of the road, while Moseby is off the charts and into the streets
- Pronouns
- He/They
I am extremely curious about Red Feather, but I do think Moseby would be fun as well.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Torgamous
Aspiring Gynoid
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Mr. Moseby, to the best of my knowledge, is a man.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Ohhhh. I see, my bad, I thought you meant Red.
- Location
- Bloomington, IN
Moseby's still my number one, but man, Red Feather leaped right past Cunningham to number two.
- Location
- Somewhere and somewhen in time and space
Definitely Red Feather and Moseby are good contenders.
- Location
- Two hours away
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Of course he had to resign. That car could have squished the place.
Ah Moseby... its not going to get any better at DEI but at least the benefits aren't based on the whims of your employer and his daughter.
I was hoping the eye wouldn't count. Oh well.
Our imagine can use some fine tuning.
*Excited inhale* Mirage character development!