DoofQuest- a Disney Villains Victorious CK2-Style Quest
- Thread starter Made in Heaven
- Start date
- Crossover
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Me! Me please!
- Location
- Two hours away
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I want power.
- Location
- Two hours away
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Paddy gets half the Inators and I get the rest. Activating them now works as a prisoner's dilemma.
- Location
- Two hours away
- Pronouns
- He/Him
The options are fire the inator or not. If we both fire then they're both the bad version. If only one of us fire it's the good version.
We are also forbidden from communicating with each other until the quest ends.
We are also forbidden from communicating with each other until the quest ends.
- Location
- Two hours away
- Pronouns
- He/Him
This was a poor attempt at a joke.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
That does sound like a hilarious mechanic, admittedly.
The issue with it would be that seeing the results of the inators could be used as a form of communication. After some initial uncertainty, they'd probably eventually settle into one person always firing the inator and the other person never doing so.
Lab_Accident
A 2D 1D4
- Location
- Your dreams
Unless they each got a separate inator every turn, and one inator was arguably better than the other.
Interlude: Deep Into Your Mind, Part I
- Location
- Pennsylvania
Technor, the MECHANICAL MAN, had an interesting appointment today.
The first thing that was interesting, broadly speaking, was that he had a colleague present today. Doctor Blairion Mercurial, the closest thing to a respected authority that Imagination study had, and perhaps the only man in the state capable of rivaling his boss' eccentricity.
The second thing was that boss, specifically in his current state of being frozen in a slowly melting block of ice.
This, by all logic, should have led directly to cellular rupture and a lack of oxygen, but in defiance to all of his expectations the Doctor's life signs were entirely stable. Mental activity could even still be detected below the glacial surface.
And that was what led to the most interesting thing of all.
"I am not, fundamentally, opposed to the idea." Technor explained politely, body reclining gently on his hover-chaise. "The opportunity to explore the Doctor's mental status through more direct means does appeal to my sense of professional diligence."
"I'm certainly glad to hear that!" Dreamfinder burbled cheerily, enormous top hat resting placidly in his lap. "I was rather surprised this was the direction DEI chose to begin our collaborations on, but I am more than pleased. Doctor Doofenshmirtz promises to have a very fascinating mind, indeed. However, forgive me if I am wrong, but I do believe I detect a hint of a 'but' implied."
Technor nodded. "While the Doctor did make broad overtures towards this project he did not, technically speaking, sign off on the particulars of this procedure. I cannot in good conscience perform a new procedure on a patient without their consent."
"Oh, but that's no trouble at all!" Dreamfinder declared. "Why, once we arrive, we can simply seek out his inner self."
Technor's brow furrowed. "You mean the Ego? Freud was certainly a pioneer of the field, but his theories have been found obsolete for well over half a century at this point."
Dreamfinder waved a hand. "Why yes, yes of course, but internal mental constructs are based very heavily on what someone believes. A sort of Placebo construct, if you will. Most people do in fact have an inner voice. We can pop over and find them, first thing we do, and get permission before moving deeper. If we can't find the fellow, which is rather unlikely, we can simply leave."
"Hmmm." Technor whirred like a humming server. "I suppose that is acceptable. Now, how exactly will this procedure occur?"
"Oh, it's quite simple. I will simply be transmitting our conscious selves into Doctor Doofenshmirtz's mind. Our unconscious processes will remain where they are, along with the rest of our mental architecture."
"How? Magic?"
Dreamfinder chuckled. "Oh, no no no, nothing but the magic of belief. Any sufficiently talented human could manage this. Wait."
Dreamfinder scrutinized the robot for a moment, as if searching for something. A moment later his gaze seemed to sharpen, and he nodded. "Yes, it should work. You have the Spark, I'll simply have to remain aware of the particulars. Are you ready to begin?"
"Affirmative." Technor replied, giddy despite himself. A whole new vista of mental treatment was opening before him.
As long as the man wasn't a crackpot, of course.
Dreamfinder check: Deep Into His Mind
DC 100
23+30+40+30+5(Psycho-robotics)=128
Success
Technor experienced what he imagined being downloaded might feel like. Suddenly, his vision dimmed and changed in a way his vocabulary banks had no word for. He was drawn, towards Doofenshmirtz but also somehow up and inward. His mind interpreted the sensations around him as a flurry of color, a storm of half-understood sound, and then reality, such as it was, reoriented like a painting swimming into focus and a rubber band snapping back into place.
It was… astonishing.
===
The sky above them, if it even was a sky, was a roiling black mass that crackled with green lightning. Thin, gossamer strands rose from the landscape, pearlescent white as if spun from stars. Indeed, where they rose to the sky the clouds parted, revealing delicate constellations glued to the roof of the world.
The area around them was rough purple ground, with a gentle incline rising off towards distant hills. The entire scene was muted, as if drawn in shades of sepia long-faded. Absolutely covering them, so thick as to almost obscure the ground itself, were buildings. Half-timbered cottages and townhouses butted against each other in a mad, incomprehensible tangle that would drive a civic planner to tears. Cobblestone was heaped into homes with little to no rhyme, reason, or respect for gravity, high-peaked thatch and shingle pointing to the sky in a jumbled mess. There seemed to be no end to it. But when one looked in the other direction…
A pit. One of the largest, most colossal holes Technor had seen in his admittedly very urban life, about a dozen meters away. Its lower depths seemed to disappear into shadow and gloom far faster than one would expect, for at its center was a vast tower jutting into the sky, literally glowing purple. It was very clearly modeled on the DEI building he had just left, but its curves had been softened, rounded. Its top bulged into a large, bulbous observation deck, spaced through with transparent green glass. Yet its light was dimmed and refracted by the colossal berg of ice that surrounded the tower, a crystalline lattice spearing forth into the air. It too disappeared into the gloom below. Several formations were visible on the rim of the vast well, opposite to where Technor found himself, but they were obscured by the crystals of ice, vague and indistinct shapes. A single beam of white light rose from one such shape, shining upwards towards that central tower and, from the look of it, slowly melting the ice in which it was encased.
"Oh how fascinating!" Dreamfinder declared, appearing next to Technor in a quite literal puff of smoke. "I do so enjoy seeing how every unique mind grows and changes from the same template. My my it… hrm." Dreamfinder's pep faltered for a brief moment. "It certainly is a tad messy. But! I've often found that to be the sign of an active imagination."
"It… I could never have imagined… what is that?" He asked, pointing up at the great glowing tower."
"Hrm? Oh, that would be Headquarters. Aheh. Not my wordplay, you understand, metaphor rather comes with the territory. But, as you can see, it seems rather inaccessible at the moment. Ah, thankfully, we have no need to go there. If we're to find the 'Inner Doofenshmirtz', we simply need to find the Dream Theater."
"How are we going to find our way in this… tangle?" Technor asked after a moment.
"Well, dreams tend to appear quite early for most people. Everyone knows how to dream, which means it ought to be in more or less the same place as everyone else. That should make things simpler as long as we stay near the Memory Dump. Oh! Do not fall in." He said seriously, gesturing towards the unsecured cliff just a short walk away. "It would take me quite a bit of effort to get you back out."
Stewardship Check: Traversal by Memory
DC 110
47+22+5(Reward Pathway)+20+30=124
Success
Though the streets were uneven, unpaved and winding, splitting and merging more like a madman's maze than any real town, Dreamfinder navigated them with aplomb. Technor found himself oddly… familiar with the paths he walked. Half-glimpsed commonalities and structures analogous to his training protocols. Nothing so crass as a 1-1 map of the human brain, but similarities, allegories.
Metaphor was reality, Technor hummed.
Dreamfinder was right. How fascinating it was.
"I assume, then, that these buildings hide some deeper significance?" Technor asked after a moment.
"I do believe so." Dreamfinder responded amiably. "These are a good bit more… convoluted than is typical, but this is where the Memory Stacks should be, and so I must assume…"
Dreamfinder chose a door with a wooden knob, painted in swirls of blue and green, and pulled. The door swung open to reveal an image of Doctor Doofenshmirtz himself, in a turtleneck and artist's beret. After a moment he opened his mouth and spoke.
"The movies are grey
The TV is black
The horses are running
Please bring me some food."
The man stood upon a stage of some kind, but no applause was forthcoming when the… poem(?) finished. After a moment Dreamfinder closed the door. "Yes, this is definitely the memory banks, even if it is oddly… inefficient. Normally, the shelving is much denser. I can only imagine how many miles of street must be needed to contain a full adult life."
"This has implications for nearly every field of psychology I have ever studied."
"Well then I hope you put it to good use, my friend! I would recommend not digging too much deeper, however. Odds are that any given memory in this maze is something completely innocuous. However the longer one searches, the more likely it is one will find something more sensitive, and I have no reason to insult the good doctor's hospitality by violating his privacy."
Technor had no reason to disagree, and so he continued onwards, committing every inch of these memory banks to his own. Soon enough the endless walls receded to reveal what appeared to be a large studio backlot, dominated by a single massive theater coated, predictably, in purple. Green neon signage proclaimed an 'All-Cryosleep Movie Marathon!', 'with all time hits such as The Dream With the Baby Robot That Won't Stop Crying, The One Where You're in Your Underwear In Front of Doctor Gevaarlijk, The One Where You Are Supreme Dictator Over All The Earth (And Your Mother Loves You) and new this season, That Feeling That You're Being Hunted by an Inescapable Inky Figure With Glowing Eyes!'
"Ah yes, he mentioned that one during our last appointment." Technor noted professionally. "I suspect it may be a manifestation of his fear of fear itself."
"Right then. The man is certainly unconscious, which means by all rights he ought to be in the Theater. The sleeping mind can react unpredictably to sudden lucidity, so be ready if he becomes startled."
"I have seen the man perform a standing leap through sheetrock when he felt threatened. Be ready yourself."
The inside of the theater was a predictably pompous affair. Crushed purple velvet and polished brass adorned every wall, a long promenade leading to what was apparently the only screen in the building.
"Hold it right there."
Two large figures emerged, blocking the way. One was a wolf and the other a pig, but both were wrong. Seams and exposed wiring crossed their forms, revealing ill-kempt and failing animatronics beneath their dingy fur. The wolf wore a single monocle upon his eye and a black and red cloak about his shoulders, and the pig a tiara and amethyst necklace, but these cartoonish additions served only to reinforce the sense that they were poorly constructed things, aping reality in the most unpleasant way.
"You stand in the presence of Count Wolfgang. None may enter Gunther Goat Chee-er, I mean, the Dream Theater without permission. Especially not interlopers. Who are you?! How did you get in here?!? I've not seen your like before."
"Ah, do not worry my good man." Dreamfinder replied, stepping forward. "I am an authority on the subject." Smoothly, he removed a small card from his pocket, handing it to the wolf.
Diplomacy Check: Trust Me, I'mthe a Doctor
DC 95
27+33+29+25(Dream Guardian)=114
Success!
The wolf looked the card over for a moment. "Mmmmm. Alright, you seem credentialed. But who's the other guy?"
"I am a therapist." Technor replied.
"Oh thank god. Go ahead in."
The doors creak open, and seated on the dirty purple upholstery is, well…
Heinz Doofenshmirtz.
He's eating popcorn.
The first thing that was interesting, broadly speaking, was that he had a colleague present today. Doctor Blairion Mercurial, the closest thing to a respected authority that Imagination study had, and perhaps the only man in the state capable of rivaling his boss' eccentricity.
The second thing was that boss, specifically in his current state of being frozen in a slowly melting block of ice.
This, by all logic, should have led directly to cellular rupture and a lack of oxygen, but in defiance to all of his expectations the Doctor's life signs were entirely stable. Mental activity could even still be detected below the glacial surface.
And that was what led to the most interesting thing of all.
"I am not, fundamentally, opposed to the idea." Technor explained politely, body reclining gently on his hover-chaise. "The opportunity to explore the Doctor's mental status through more direct means does appeal to my sense of professional diligence."
"I'm certainly glad to hear that!" Dreamfinder burbled cheerily, enormous top hat resting placidly in his lap. "I was rather surprised this was the direction DEI chose to begin our collaborations on, but I am more than pleased. Doctor Doofenshmirtz promises to have a very fascinating mind, indeed. However, forgive me if I am wrong, but I do believe I detect a hint of a 'but' implied."
Technor nodded. "While the Doctor did make broad overtures towards this project he did not, technically speaking, sign off on the particulars of this procedure. I cannot in good conscience perform a new procedure on a patient without their consent."
"Oh, but that's no trouble at all!" Dreamfinder declared. "Why, once we arrive, we can simply seek out his inner self."
Technor's brow furrowed. "You mean the Ego? Freud was certainly a pioneer of the field, but his theories have been found obsolete for well over half a century at this point."
Dreamfinder waved a hand. "Why yes, yes of course, but internal mental constructs are based very heavily on what someone believes. A sort of Placebo construct, if you will. Most people do in fact have an inner voice. We can pop over and find them, first thing we do, and get permission before moving deeper. If we can't find the fellow, which is rather unlikely, we can simply leave."
"Hmmm." Technor whirred like a humming server. "I suppose that is acceptable. Now, how exactly will this procedure occur?"
"Oh, it's quite simple. I will simply be transmitting our conscious selves into Doctor Doofenshmirtz's mind. Our unconscious processes will remain where they are, along with the rest of our mental architecture."
"How? Magic?"
Dreamfinder chuckled. "Oh, no no no, nothing but the magic of belief. Any sufficiently talented human could manage this. Wait."
Dreamfinder scrutinized the robot for a moment, as if searching for something. A moment later his gaze seemed to sharpen, and he nodded. "Yes, it should work. You have the Spark, I'll simply have to remain aware of the particulars. Are you ready to begin?"
"Affirmative." Technor replied, giddy despite himself. A whole new vista of mental treatment was opening before him.
As long as the man wasn't a crackpot, of course.
Dreamfinder check: Deep Into His Mind
DC 100
23+30+40+30+5(Psycho-robotics)=128
Success
Technor experienced what he imagined being downloaded might feel like. Suddenly, his vision dimmed and changed in a way his vocabulary banks had no word for. He was drawn, towards Doofenshmirtz but also somehow up and inward. His mind interpreted the sensations around him as a flurry of color, a storm of half-understood sound, and then reality, such as it was, reoriented like a painting swimming into focus and a rubber band snapping back into place.
It was… astonishing.
===
The sky above them, if it even was a sky, was a roiling black mass that crackled with green lightning. Thin, gossamer strands rose from the landscape, pearlescent white as if spun from stars. Indeed, where they rose to the sky the clouds parted, revealing delicate constellations glued to the roof of the world.
The area around them was rough purple ground, with a gentle incline rising off towards distant hills. The entire scene was muted, as if drawn in shades of sepia long-faded. Absolutely covering them, so thick as to almost obscure the ground itself, were buildings. Half-timbered cottages and townhouses butted against each other in a mad, incomprehensible tangle that would drive a civic planner to tears. Cobblestone was heaped into homes with little to no rhyme, reason, or respect for gravity, high-peaked thatch and shingle pointing to the sky in a jumbled mess. There seemed to be no end to it. But when one looked in the other direction…
A pit. One of the largest, most colossal holes Technor had seen in his admittedly very urban life, about a dozen meters away. Its lower depths seemed to disappear into shadow and gloom far faster than one would expect, for at its center was a vast tower jutting into the sky, literally glowing purple. It was very clearly modeled on the DEI building he had just left, but its curves had been softened, rounded. Its top bulged into a large, bulbous observation deck, spaced through with transparent green glass. Yet its light was dimmed and refracted by the colossal berg of ice that surrounded the tower, a crystalline lattice spearing forth into the air. It too disappeared into the gloom below. Several formations were visible on the rim of the vast well, opposite to where Technor found himself, but they were obscured by the crystals of ice, vague and indistinct shapes. A single beam of white light rose from one such shape, shining upwards towards that central tower and, from the look of it, slowly melting the ice in which it was encased.
"Oh how fascinating!" Dreamfinder declared, appearing next to Technor in a quite literal puff of smoke. "I do so enjoy seeing how every unique mind grows and changes from the same template. My my it… hrm." Dreamfinder's pep faltered for a brief moment. "It certainly is a tad messy. But! I've often found that to be the sign of an active imagination."
"It… I could never have imagined… what is that?" He asked, pointing up at the great glowing tower."
"Hrm? Oh, that would be Headquarters. Aheh. Not my wordplay, you understand, metaphor rather comes with the territory. But, as you can see, it seems rather inaccessible at the moment. Ah, thankfully, we have no need to go there. If we're to find the 'Inner Doofenshmirtz', we simply need to find the Dream Theater."
"How are we going to find our way in this… tangle?" Technor asked after a moment.
"Well, dreams tend to appear quite early for most people. Everyone knows how to dream, which means it ought to be in more or less the same place as everyone else. That should make things simpler as long as we stay near the Memory Dump. Oh! Do not fall in." He said seriously, gesturing towards the unsecured cliff just a short walk away. "It would take me quite a bit of effort to get you back out."
Stewardship Check: Traversal by Memory
DC 110
47+22+5(Reward Pathway)+20+30=124
Success
Though the streets were uneven, unpaved and winding, splitting and merging more like a madman's maze than any real town, Dreamfinder navigated them with aplomb. Technor found himself oddly… familiar with the paths he walked. Half-glimpsed commonalities and structures analogous to his training protocols. Nothing so crass as a 1-1 map of the human brain, but similarities, allegories.
Metaphor was reality, Technor hummed.
Dreamfinder was right. How fascinating it was.
"I assume, then, that these buildings hide some deeper significance?" Technor asked after a moment.
"I do believe so." Dreamfinder responded amiably. "These are a good bit more… convoluted than is typical, but this is where the Memory Stacks should be, and so I must assume…"
Dreamfinder chose a door with a wooden knob, painted in swirls of blue and green, and pulled. The door swung open to reveal an image of Doctor Doofenshmirtz himself, in a turtleneck and artist's beret. After a moment he opened his mouth and spoke.
"The movies are grey
The TV is black
The horses are running
Please bring me some food."
The man stood upon a stage of some kind, but no applause was forthcoming when the… poem(?) finished. After a moment Dreamfinder closed the door. "Yes, this is definitely the memory banks, even if it is oddly… inefficient. Normally, the shelving is much denser. I can only imagine how many miles of street must be needed to contain a full adult life."
"This has implications for nearly every field of psychology I have ever studied."
"Well then I hope you put it to good use, my friend! I would recommend not digging too much deeper, however. Odds are that any given memory in this maze is something completely innocuous. However the longer one searches, the more likely it is one will find something more sensitive, and I have no reason to insult the good doctor's hospitality by violating his privacy."
Technor had no reason to disagree, and so he continued onwards, committing every inch of these memory banks to his own. Soon enough the endless walls receded to reveal what appeared to be a large studio backlot, dominated by a single massive theater coated, predictably, in purple. Green neon signage proclaimed an 'All-Cryosleep Movie Marathon!', 'with all time hits such as The Dream With the Baby Robot That Won't Stop Crying, The One Where You're in Your Underwear In Front of Doctor Gevaarlijk, The One Where You Are Supreme Dictator Over All The Earth (And Your Mother Loves You) and new this season, That Feeling That You're Being Hunted by an Inescapable Inky Figure With Glowing Eyes!'
"Ah yes, he mentioned that one during our last appointment." Technor noted professionally. "I suspect it may be a manifestation of his fear of fear itself."
"Right then. The man is certainly unconscious, which means by all rights he ought to be in the Theater. The sleeping mind can react unpredictably to sudden lucidity, so be ready if he becomes startled."
"I have seen the man perform a standing leap through sheetrock when he felt threatened. Be ready yourself."
The inside of the theater was a predictably pompous affair. Crushed purple velvet and polished brass adorned every wall, a long promenade leading to what was apparently the only screen in the building.
"Hold it right there."
Two large figures emerged, blocking the way. One was a wolf and the other a pig, but both were wrong. Seams and exposed wiring crossed their forms, revealing ill-kempt and failing animatronics beneath their dingy fur. The wolf wore a single monocle upon his eye and a black and red cloak about his shoulders, and the pig a tiara and amethyst necklace, but these cartoonish additions served only to reinforce the sense that they were poorly constructed things, aping reality in the most unpleasant way.
"You stand in the presence of Count Wolfgang. None may enter Gunther Goat Chee-er, I mean, the Dream Theater without permission. Especially not interlopers. Who are you?! How did you get in here?!? I've not seen your like before."
"Ah, do not worry my good man." Dreamfinder replied, stepping forward. "I am an authority on the subject." Smoothly, he removed a small card from his pocket, handing it to the wolf.
Diplomacy Check: Trust Me, I'm
DC 95
27+33+29+25(Dream Guardian)=114
Success!
The wolf looked the card over for a moment. "Mmmmm. Alright, you seem credentialed. But who's the other guy?"
"I am a therapist." Technor replied.
"Oh thank god. Go ahead in."
The doors creak open, and seated on the dirty purple upholstery is, well…
Heinz Doofenshmirtz.
He's eating popcorn.
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Have you played Psychonauts? Because this right here would have fit in perfectly with that game.
- Location
- USA
When your mental issues think you have mental issues.
This whole *sequence* is practically lifted from Psychonauts. Which is fair, since it's similar subject matter.
Hi Blot, long time no see*.
*Do we have any other inky figures with glowing eyes that could be it?
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Could also be a reference to Russ, somehow?
- Location
- Not the asylum anymore
- Pronouns
- She/Her
My first thought was Heartless, though that probably wouldn't be it.
- Location
- United Kigdom
Well, this is definitely an interesting start, though I'm curious how long it might last; that kind of build up feels like this might be a quest in its own right instead of just a two-parter
Ouch
Okay, that made me laugh
Ouch
Okay, that made me laugh
- Location
- Two hours away
- Pronouns
- He/Him
It could be ____'s guilt metaphor.
No eyes but Russ ran before it could pull fully form.