Mojave
BWAAAH
- Pronouns
- He
QM confirmed there is not, iirc
DoofQuest- a Disney Villains Victorious CK2-Style Quest
- Thread starter Made in Heaven
- Start date
- Crossover
- Location
- USA
In the results page it says they are working hard on it. I would just give them time.
I thought that Interlude would have been saved for last. We still have the Resistance Interlude to read.
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- Location
- USA
At least 3 more interludes as I recall.
Resistance, golden fan, city council.
Resistance, golden fan, city council.
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
Yep! I like the idea so much I've already suggested it repeatedly!
We already know that Star came here well after leaving Echo Creek; if we wanted to find her, private detectives with any sense would start here. Marco's a different question, admittedly, since we don't have any leads and he may be in another dimension.
I mean, yes, but at the same time we can only afford so many Toffee-facing actions per turn. We know enough of what Toffee's about to guide our immediate actions, and it would be a really, REALLY bad idea to let the weakness we've created in Judge Doom's Intrigue apparatus go unexploited.
Yeah. We're still "low-octane" in Occult and we already have some serious plans for getting closer to that goal (Malifishmertz, and I really think we should use the ring to summon him next turn to help us study magic and prep for the auction). Wendy can help us with some specific short-term plans and fills another area where frankly we have a hole as big as our Occult hole in some ways: Diplomacy.
I would prefer to have techno use his therapy stuff on Stanley before he leaves so we don't lose the easy access hero unit. Janna can wait one turn while we search for her friends.
- Location
- Academy City
- Pronouns
- They
Do we have specific reason to suspect that summoning Malifishmirtz will help with the read the spellbook action? Because I definitely want to finish that but our personal actions are always at a premium and I expect us to be able to bring over Castle Doofhawk in 2-3 turns at most.Yep! I like the idea so much I've already suggested it repeatedly!
We already know that Star came here well after leaving Echo Creek; if we wanted to find her, private detectives with any sense would start here. Marco's a different question, admittedly, since we don't have any leads and he may be in another dimension.
I mean, yes, but at the same time we can only afford so many Toffee-facing actions per turn. We know enough of what Toffee's about to guide our immediate actions, and it would be a really, REALLY bad idea to let the weakness we've created in Judge Doom's Intrigue apparatus go unexploited.
Yeah. We're still "low-octane" in Occult and we already have some serious plans for getting closer to that goal (Malifishmertz, and I really think we should use the ring to summon him next turn to help us study magic and prep for the auction). Wendy can help us with some specific short-term plans and fills another area where frankly we have a hole as big as our Occult hole in some ways: Diplomacy.
ExNihilo
SPACE!
- Location
- USA
- Pronouns
- He/Him
The personal action text implies the opposite in fact, that he can't stick around long enough to tutor.
- Location
- USA
I think it implies he is someone we could ask for advice on magical problems not that he could actually give us occult score.
But who knows. If we roll high enough crazy stuff can happen.
Interlude: You're Going Down!
- Location
- Pennsylvania
These were dark times for the Resistance.
Supreme Dictator Doofenshmirtz's power grew with each passing week. At first, it hadn't been so bad. He only had a couple robots and a washed-up Toon to his name when he started, but now that he was in the second year of his reign, more and more people were flocking to his banner! Federal agents! Some big ugly Russian supervillain with four eyes! Genghis Khan, somehow! That weird creepy witch girl who kept purchasing illegal fireworks!
If this didn't stop soon, then Doofenshmirtz might just get hold of someone who was actually going to put a stop to their resisting.
Candace looked out over the crew she had assembled. It was a pretty pathetic turnout today, and this was coming right on top of their hardest loss so far. Not only was Baljeet getting cold feet about the whole 'vandalism' thing, but his parents dragged him off to visit an uncle in Tibet or something. Not that it much mattered, since he still refused to wear their new uniform!
"Hey Candace," one of the indistinct mass that was the Fireside girls asked. Maybe Ginger. "Tell us again why we're wearing these dresses?"
"The kimono is an ancient and honorable mode of dress, Holly."
"That was Milly," another girl noted.
"Milly has a point Candace," Isabella Garcia-Shapiro said. "I'm all for a good makeover, but I'm not so sure they go with fishnets."
"Look." Candace pinched the bridge of her nose together. "Haven't you girls ever heard of the Fujitas?"
"Who?"
"I read about them in Uncivil Disobedience magazine," Candace said, holding up a cover image of three girls dressed like geishas from the wrong side of multiple tracks in a row. "They're the latest craze in asian fusion neo-cyberpunk aesthetics. It's all the rage."
"Yeah, in San Fransokyo! Which we are not!" Maybe-Adyson said.
"If we're going to be taken seriously as an underground resistance, we need to keep up with modern counter culture!"
"We're only going through this social rebellion phase because Phineas is too busy with schoolwork to spend time with Isabella," the one Candace pretty sure was Gretchen said.
"Gretchen!" Isabella cried. One for three.
"I call it as I see it, sister."
"I kinda like it!" Buford noted. "It makes me feel free."
Stacey just sat in the corner. Weirdly, she was the only one who showed up to every meeting. Candace appreciated her friend being there for her, but even as the gruff, no-nonsense leader of the cell, Stacey's mood was kinda scary to her sometimes.
"Can we just focus?" Candace asked irritably. "We're going to have to do a lot more vandalism if we want the populace to rise up."
"Candace, the populace can only afford three meals a day because Doofenshmirtz pays for two of them," Isabella said gently. "I get that you don't like him-"
"You still don't get it, do you Isabella?"
"I really don't."
"He's the entire reason that my brothers keep getting away with it!"
Buford blinks. "Yer gonna have to go over that again."
"Every couple days or so that evil dictator makes a huge deal about one of his mad sciencey things on social media."
"He calls them Inators." Gretchen noted.
"I don't care. What matters is they're, you know, machines that can literally defy physics. I didn't think anything much of it until he mentioned that he made a dance-inator a year or two ago! And then I got to thinking: that big theatre setup my brothers made got up and danced away."
"Yeah, I remember that. It was surreal," Buford comments.
"Like everything else in our lives," another Schrodinger's Girl Scout deadpanned.
"Then I started looking through my bust records. Every summer, Phineas and Ferb's crazy inventions go poof. And every summer, this guy's crazy inventions also go poof! Don't you get it?! Doofenshmirtz is helping my brothers escape their rightful punishment! He's in league with them! Doofenshmirtz is the Mysterious Force!!!"
"That seems like a bit of a stretch even for you, Candace," Isabella noted.
"He deserves to go down," Stacey added quietly.
"I don't think most people see it that way," Isabella replied. "Like. Sure, the police are robots now, and the sky over downtown is weird and smoggy. But not much has really changed. I don't even think the city council's been replaced."
"Eh, I think the new architecture is actually kinda neat. But I'd take any opportunity to resist authority. It's in my blood," Buford added.
"Look. There's a Doofenshmirtz Evil Bratwurst stand the next block down. Let's just get to it, tip the cart over, and-"
"Excuse me," a squeaky voice says.
"Huhzzat?" Candace asks indistinctly, looking around.
"Down here."
Candace looked down to find a two-foot-something monochrome Toon standing before her. He had a friendly expression on his face but she wasn't fooled for a second! This was Genghis Khan's lackey! Her brain tamped down on the absurdity of that thought with the long practice of someone in her brother's orbit. She remembered seeing the two of them training in the lobby that one time she had snuck in to put powdered eggs in all of the houseplants.
"Sorry to bother you, but I've been asked to talk to you kids about-"
"Guys, we've been found out! Scatter!" Candace screamed, grabbing for the weapon-that-was-definitely-a-quarterstaff-and-not-a-tree-branch slung over her back. "Isabella, Gretchin, run interference on those Normbots! Stacey, back me up! Buford, keep resisting!"
"No!"
Never one to back down from escalation, Candace rushes forwards and swings hertree branch quarterstaff into the tiny monochrome duck. He makes a sound like a squeaky toy as he goes flying through the air.
"Yes!" Candace cheers.
"Wait, look!"
Reaching out a feathered hand, the blur of Dennis' body swung itself around and around before sailing back towards the group. Dennis landed feet first in the group's midst.
"Ha ha! It'll take more than that to stop Dennis the Du-"
Buford punched him in the face.
"Mmmpff," Dennis said from behind the fist. While his entire face had puckered in on itself, it only took a second for it to spring back into place.
"I said it'll take more than that to stop Dennis the-"
Punch
"It'll take more than that to stop Den-"
Punch
"...Dennis the-"
Punch
Buford began to pant from exertion.
"It'll take more than that to stop me!" Dennis cheered. "Yes! It works if you don't say the name."
"He's resisting my resistance!" Buford cried out in fear. "HE'S TOO STRONG!!!"
Dennis laughed. "Behold my face to fist style! This is the power of Kung Fool! When it is funnier for you to lose, I-"
Stacey clobbered him over the head with a brick.
"Forgot thaaa first rule," Dennis slurred, stumbling around after the little birds now floating around his head. "Neva ehxshplain tha joke."
"Yes!" Candace cheered. "Victory for the Resistance!" With that final declaration out of the way, they ran away before Dennis could recover.
---
Candace carefully looked both ways before climbing up the drainpipe that ran by her bedroom window. Her mother would not like the fashion style. She had more of an 80s thing. Slipping into her room, she sighed in relief. That had been too close. She was never going to take down a major dictator and CEO of an international megacorp if she almost lost to a cartoon character. And if she didn't do that, she'd never bust her brothers!
She opened her bedroom door and headed for the bathroom, to wash the dye out. Her hair was already a bright color, so she just dyed everything but a small stripe darker instead.
Candace groaned. Could this day possibly get any worse?
As she started to cross the hall, she was thrown backwards as a yowling, hairless cat launched itself at her face. With a shriek she jumped out of the way just in time to watch the hateful little creature land on its feet and hiss at her.
She shuddered. Between the soulless black eyes, the lack of fur, and the eternally devious expression that seemed to be on its face, the Flynn-Fletcher's newest pet gave Candace the willies. Her parents had decided to name it 'Kat', reasoning they 'might not want to get too attached to this one'. She understood why.
Shaking herself, Candace went back to walking. She passed by Dennis the Duck waiting in the hallway, and-
Wait, what?
"You! What are you doing in my house?!?!"
Dennis chuckled. "I'm remembering my mandatory Lessons in Evil from Dr D, and I'm doing the most evil thing I can think of!"
Candace glared at the toon defiantly. "I'll never talk! No matter what you do to me, you can never break the spirit of-"
"Candace!" A voice called from downstairs.
Candace's mouth fell open.
"You told my mom?!?!?!"
"Get down here this instant, young lady!"
"Mom, wait, listen, I can explain. Phineas and Ferb are working with this Pharmacist to-"
"I do not want to hear it, Candace Gertrude Flynn." Linda Flynn-Fletcher glowered, folding her arms in the glare-fold-full name trifecta of parental anger. "What is this?"
"I just-"
"I cannot believe this is what you've been sneaking out for! I thought you were spending time with Jeremy, or doing something nice with your friends, not leading a gang of delinquents!"
Candace turns at this point to see the rest of the Resistance has been rounded up in The Flynn-Fletcher living room, in various states of resignation.
"I am so sorry kids," Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher said to the assembled children. "I never expected Candace to be such a bad influence."
"But mom, Doofenshmirtz is evil!"
"Nobody's evil, Candace. He's eccentric. All the papers talk about how he's a generous CEO who gives out free meals just for following him online. If eccentricity were a crime, then you would be put away even longer than you're about to be grounded."
"But mom!"
"No more buts! Go to your room. You are soooo busted!"
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo," Candace wailed quietly.
"I'm so sorry about this, Mr. Duck."
"Oh, Mr. Duck was my role model. Call me Dennis."
"Of course Dennis."
"Don't worry Linda. DEI understands this kinda thing. Have you thought about a therapist?"
"Hmm. I'm not sure why I haven't considered that before."
"I can recommend a good one."
She slammed the door behind her and collapsed onto her bed screaming.
Eventually she calmed herself down.
She wondered what Phineas and Ferb were doing.
---
To be continued in Interlude: Rotate In with the Board of Selectmen
Supreme Dictator Doofenshmirtz's power grew with each passing week. At first, it hadn't been so bad. He only had a couple robots and a washed-up Toon to his name when he started, but now that he was in the second year of his reign, more and more people were flocking to his banner! Federal agents! Some big ugly Russian supervillain with four eyes! Genghis Khan, somehow! That weird creepy witch girl who kept purchasing illegal fireworks!
If this didn't stop soon, then Doofenshmirtz might just get hold of someone who was actually going to put a stop to their resisting.
Candace looked out over the crew she had assembled. It was a pretty pathetic turnout today, and this was coming right on top of their hardest loss so far. Not only was Baljeet getting cold feet about the whole 'vandalism' thing, but his parents dragged him off to visit an uncle in Tibet or something. Not that it much mattered, since he still refused to wear their new uniform!
"Hey Candace," one of the indistinct mass that was the Fireside girls asked. Maybe Ginger. "Tell us again why we're wearing these dresses?"
"The kimono is an ancient and honorable mode of dress, Holly."
"That was Milly," another girl noted.
"Milly has a point Candace," Isabella Garcia-Shapiro said. "I'm all for a good makeover, but I'm not so sure they go with fishnets."
"Look." Candace pinched the bridge of her nose together. "Haven't you girls ever heard of the Fujitas?"
"Who?"
"I read about them in Uncivil Disobedience magazine," Candace said, holding up a cover image of three girls dressed like geishas from the wrong side of multiple tracks in a row. "They're the latest craze in asian fusion neo-cyberpunk aesthetics. It's all the rage."
"Yeah, in San Fransokyo! Which we are not!" Maybe-Adyson said.
"If we're going to be taken seriously as an underground resistance, we need to keep up with modern counter culture!"
"We're only going through this social rebellion phase because Phineas is too busy with schoolwork to spend time with Isabella," the one Candace pretty sure was Gretchen said.
"Gretchen!" Isabella cried. One for three.
"I call it as I see it, sister."
"I kinda like it!" Buford noted. "It makes me feel free."
Stacey just sat in the corner. Weirdly, she was the only one who showed up to every meeting. Candace appreciated her friend being there for her, but even as the gruff, no-nonsense leader of the cell, Stacey's mood was kinda scary to her sometimes.
"Can we just focus?" Candace asked irritably. "We're going to have to do a lot more vandalism if we want the populace to rise up."
"Candace, the populace can only afford three meals a day because Doofenshmirtz pays for two of them," Isabella said gently. "I get that you don't like him-"
"You still don't get it, do you Isabella?"
"I really don't."
"He's the entire reason that my brothers keep getting away with it!"
Buford blinks. "Yer gonna have to go over that again."
"Every couple days or so that evil dictator makes a huge deal about one of his mad sciencey things on social media."
"He calls them Inators." Gretchen noted.
"I don't care. What matters is they're, you know, machines that can literally defy physics. I didn't think anything much of it until he mentioned that he made a dance-inator a year or two ago! And then I got to thinking: that big theatre setup my brothers made got up and danced away."
"Yeah, I remember that. It was surreal," Buford comments.
"Like everything else in our lives," another Schrodinger's Girl Scout deadpanned.
"Then I started looking through my bust records. Every summer, Phineas and Ferb's crazy inventions go poof. And every summer, this guy's crazy inventions also go poof! Don't you get it?! Doofenshmirtz is helping my brothers escape their rightful punishment! He's in league with them! Doofenshmirtz is the Mysterious Force!!!"
"That seems like a bit of a stretch even for you, Candace," Isabella noted.
"He deserves to go down," Stacey added quietly.
"I don't think most people see it that way," Isabella replied. "Like. Sure, the police are robots now, and the sky over downtown is weird and smoggy. But not much has really changed. I don't even think the city council's been replaced."
"Eh, I think the new architecture is actually kinda neat. But I'd take any opportunity to resist authority. It's in my blood," Buford added.
"Look. There's a Doofenshmirtz Evil Bratwurst stand the next block down. Let's just get to it, tip the cart over, and-"
"Excuse me," a squeaky voice says.
"Huhzzat?" Candace asks indistinctly, looking around.
"Down here."
Candace looked down to find a two-foot-something monochrome Toon standing before her. He had a friendly expression on his face but she wasn't fooled for a second! This was Genghis Khan's lackey! Her brain tamped down on the absurdity of that thought with the long practice of someone in her brother's orbit. She remembered seeing the two of them training in the lobby that one time she had snuck in to put powdered eggs in all of the houseplants.
"Sorry to bother you, but I've been asked to talk to you kids about-"
"Guys, we've been found out! Scatter!" Candace screamed, grabbing for the weapon-that-was-definitely-a-quarterstaff-and-not-a-tree-branch slung over her back. "Isabella, Gretchin, run interference on those Normbots! Stacey, back me up! Buford, keep resisting!"
"No!"
Never one to back down from escalation, Candace rushes forwards and swings her
"Yes!" Candace cheers.
"Wait, look!"
Reaching out a feathered hand, the blur of Dennis' body swung itself around and around before sailing back towards the group. Dennis landed feet first in the group's midst.
"Ha ha! It'll take more than that to stop Dennis the Du-"
Buford punched him in the face.
"Mmmpff," Dennis said from behind the fist. While his entire face had puckered in on itself, it only took a second for it to spring back into place.
"I said it'll take more than that to stop Dennis the-"
Punch
"It'll take more than that to stop Den-"
Punch
"...Dennis the-"
Punch
Buford began to pant from exertion.
"It'll take more than that to stop me!" Dennis cheered. "Yes! It works if you don't say the name."
"He's resisting my resistance!" Buford cried out in fear. "HE'S TOO STRONG!!!"
Dennis laughed. "Behold my face to fist style! This is the power of Kung Fool! When it is funnier for you to lose, I-"
Stacey clobbered him over the head with a brick.
"Forgot thaaa first rule," Dennis slurred, stumbling around after the little birds now floating around his head. "Neva ehxshplain tha joke."
"Yes!" Candace cheered. "Victory for the Resistance!" With that final declaration out of the way, they ran away before Dennis could recover.
---
Candace carefully looked both ways before climbing up the drainpipe that ran by her bedroom window. Her mother would not like the fashion style. She had more of an 80s thing. Slipping into her room, she sighed in relief. That had been too close. She was never going to take down a major dictator and CEO of an international megacorp if she almost lost to a cartoon character. And if she didn't do that, she'd never bust her brothers!
She opened her bedroom door and headed for the bathroom, to wash the dye out. Her hair was already a bright color, so she just dyed everything but a small stripe darker instead.
Candace groaned. Could this day possibly get any worse?
As she started to cross the hall, she was thrown backwards as a yowling, hairless cat launched itself at her face. With a shriek she jumped out of the way just in time to watch the hateful little creature land on its feet and hiss at her.
She shuddered. Between the soulless black eyes, the lack of fur, and the eternally devious expression that seemed to be on its face, the Flynn-Fletcher's newest pet gave Candace the willies. Her parents had decided to name it 'Kat', reasoning they 'might not want to get too attached to this one'. She understood why.
Shaking herself, Candace went back to walking. She passed by Dennis the Duck waiting in the hallway, and-
Wait, what?
"You! What are you doing in my house?!?!"
Dennis chuckled. "I'm remembering my mandatory Lessons in Evil from Dr D, and I'm doing the most evil thing I can think of!"
Candace glared at the toon defiantly. "I'll never talk! No matter what you do to me, you can never break the spirit of-"
"Candace!" A voice called from downstairs.
Candace's mouth fell open.
"You told my mom?!?!?!"
"Get down here this instant, young lady!"
"Mom, wait, listen, I can explain. Phineas and Ferb are working with this Pharmacist to-"
"I do not want to hear it, Candace Gertrude Flynn." Linda Flynn-Fletcher glowered, folding her arms in the glare-fold-full name trifecta of parental anger. "What is this?"
"I just-"
"I cannot believe this is what you've been sneaking out for! I thought you were spending time with Jeremy, or doing something nice with your friends, not leading a gang of delinquents!"
Candace turns at this point to see the rest of the Resistance has been rounded up in The Flynn-Fletcher living room, in various states of resignation.
"I am so sorry kids," Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher said to the assembled children. "I never expected Candace to be such a bad influence."
"But mom, Doofenshmirtz is evil!"
"Nobody's evil, Candace. He's eccentric. All the papers talk about how he's a generous CEO who gives out free meals just for following him online. If eccentricity were a crime, then you would be put away even longer than you're about to be grounded."
"But mom!"
"No more buts! Go to your room. You are soooo busted!"
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo," Candace wailed quietly.
"I'm so sorry about this, Mr. Duck."
"Oh, Mr. Duck was my role model. Call me Dennis."
"Of course Dennis."
"Don't worry Linda. DEI understands this kinda thing. Have you thought about a therapist?"
"Hmm. I'm not sure why I haven't considered that before."
"I can recommend a good one."
She slammed the door behind her and collapsed onto her bed screaming.
Eventually she calmed herself down.
She wondered what Phineas and Ferb were doing.
---
To be continued in Interlude: Rotate In with the Board of Selectmen
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
Specifically, no, but it's one of the most likely outcomes given that it would be really easy to have him help that way: "Hey, Grunkle, what does this mean?" Thinking about it logically, Malifishmirtz might do something else, but it's one of the most probable things that he COULD do for us. Not enough to be a substitute for reading the book, but enough to give a bonus or something.
Our personal actions are tight, but not that tight, not when we're prepared to sink multiple actions in series into "Make up with Roger" without a clearly defined benefit at the end of the tunnel.
[Don't get me wrong, I support doing it- but the point is, our actions are tight but not that tight.]
Gatling45
Lord of the Trash
- Location
- From the Nearby Dumpster
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They
Oh god the reference, I barely remembered that until I read it. Duck Dodgers.
- Location
- Earth
- Pronouns
- He/Him
The delicious irony. You've been busted, Candace! BUSTED!
J.I.M.S
BookWyrm
- Location
- Latveria
She knows. That makes me sad.
That's just sad and scary alien spy cat is scary.
- Location
- USA
I find the irony inherent in Candace suffering being busted hilarious, especially when you consider the fact that she knows the reason that her brothers got away with it all.
To her this just confirms that her brothers are in league with Doof and probably are helping him take over the city or otherwise engage in evil actions
To her this just confirms that her brothers are in league with Doof and probably are helping him take over the city or otherwise engage in evil actions
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ExNihilo
SPACE!
- Location
- USA
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Presumably because of her friendship with Perry, right?
Khahahahaha!!!
BUSTED!!!
BUSTED!!!
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- Location
- California
You know, Vanessa said the same thing. At the very least our teenage units will have more company, but I'm thinking we grab Marco just to balance the male/female ratio.
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
Jumba Jookiba: Humph, first off I greatly prefer Evil Genius! And am actually considered quite slim for my species; Mother always telling me I should eat more regular meals.
And she said/thought that with a toon in range. She's so busted.
J.I.M.S
BookWyrm
- Location
- Latveria
Yup she and Perry had a good thing going after she avoided getting a memory wipe.
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
Somehow!
...This explains so much.
...I don't think we're that powerful.
I don't think Bill's that powerful.
Kung Fool.
OK, he does need a trainer.
...Oh shit, the space kitty linked up with the Flynn-Fletchers.
...UNO REVERSE CARD BUSTED.
Oh God my sides.