FATHER QUEST - A Cartoon Network: Villains Victorious CK2-Style Quest Cross Over
- Thread starter HellaCooltricks
- Start date
Ohmaigah
Man be Vibin
- Location
- Ask Carmen Sandiego or Waldo
- Pronouns
- He/Him
We do actually know a necromancer in the area, however I'm not quite sure on how Dead Characters are to be handled in this game. It's very..dicey given Hell and Heaven, along with other religious slash mythological interpretations of them, are real places in quite a handful of settings.
please get ice Cream stuff sone, XXXL is not the type of person to go "Gee, I couldn't eat it anyway"
Hoping to do it next turn.
- Location
- going at sufficient velocity
Since XXXL is unable to act this turn could we have him think of a invention instead?
I dunno something like a prosthetic limb in the shape of a hand so those limbless or to smol of arm can eat their delicious ice cream?
Do agree Ice Cream factory needs done been taunting us since quest start.
Edit: forgot this crossover with venture bros they already got prosthetics least a metal hand not sure about entire limbs tho.
I dunno something like a prosthetic limb in the shape of a hand so those limbless or to smol of arm can eat their delicious ice cream?
Do agree Ice Cream factory needs done been taunting us since quest start.
Edit: forgot this crossover with venture bros they already got prosthetics least a metal hand not sure about entire limbs tho.
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Lifeandlice
Practitioning side-character
- Location
- Usa
No personals even best I remember. He doesn't get to do anything unless another of our units is assigned to be his helping hands.
daedalus725
Kell of Kells, godking of Planet X
- Location
- Daedalus crater, The moon
I didn't get a vampire so I want my revenge it's simple math. Also I don't want to become patriarch the government lap dog
Interlude: Another Town, Another Monster
Earlier that day…
How to describe the city of Cleveland?
Daphne was a journalist now. She'd gone to school for it and everything. That made it her job to think about these sorts of things.
Back at Miskatonic U, Professor Ellison had once given an assignment for his students to characterise their home towns as people. Daphne didn't like to think about Crystal Cove too often. But she'd reluctantly let her mind return there for the sake of her grade.
Crystal Cove was a lot like its most infamous inhabitants. Men like Deacon Carlswell, the original Creeper--sad, impotent nobodies desperate for attention for all of the wrong reasons.
In most small towns, conservative old people spent their time pining for better days. Crystal Cove had never had any better days. Instead they just pined for worse ones. Criminals and dead conquistadors were all they'd ever had to offer, and so they'd embraced their own misfortune and tried to turn that into a legacy: "The Most Hauntedest Town on Earth."
Crystal Cove was haunted alright. Even if none of its ghosts were real.
Daphne had flown into Cleveland from Boston on a mid-afternoon flight to follow up on the media management position she'd applied for at World Weekly News.
She had watched the endless suburbs go rolling on for what felt like hours before she got even a glimpse of urban jungle. They looked… nice? There really wasn't anything to go off of. The nondescript cookie cutter houses (two storeys, lawn, garage) seemed purpose built to leave as little an impression as possible.
She'd nearly spat out her weak airline coffee when she saw the great big yawning hole smack dab in the middle of everything. There wasn't so much as a chainlink fence to mark it. Just an empty space swiss cheesing the set of Leave it to Beaver.
Making her way downtown by taxi after she'd touched down at the airport Daphne saw much of the same phenomenon (albeit less dramatic) repeated across the city. Office. Office. Burnt down warehouse. Coffee shop, laundromat, abandoned ice cream factory.
The city made no effort to hide its rust belt decay, or to even comment on it. People simply lived around it as a fact of life. Daphne wasn't sure if this spoke more to denial, or a graceful acceptance that the town was past its prime. Better than trying to market it to tourists, she guessed.
On reaching the edge of downtown Daphne caught the cabbie fudging the metre and decided to hoof it the rest of the way on foot.
The city's financial centre was--like the suburbs--"nice." Downtown at least betrayed a bit of local colour. Boxy early century brick buildings squatted at the feet of a sparse handful of beige art deco skyscrapers. Everything was flat and worn. It betrayed the reality that keeping all the old buildings up hadn't been a choice for preservation's sake, but simply a matter of cost.
The newer offices stuck out above the rest like big glass and granite thumbs--the same sort of polished prefab you'd see in any other city.
Daphne figured she had a handle on Cleveland's character by now. From where she was standing, she could see out over the sea wall into Lake Erie. If you squinted, you could pretend that you were on the coast. The city was the same way. If you squinted and kept your eyes focused on the "nice" you could be anywhere but here.
She checked the map directions again. Somewhere she'd probably gotten turned around, because she definitely wasn't supposed to be lakeside.
She tried to double back, and found herself lost in the tangle of identical red brick alleys.
A funny feeling crept over Daphne as she passed a grated sewer drain. Water sloshed out onto the street and she heard a snuffling grunt. All the hairs stood up on the back of her neck.
Against her better judgement she turned back for a better look sewer. Absolutely nothing. She heaved a sigh of relief. And then a glassy patch of darkness a bit bigger than a marble caught the light strangely as it swivelled towards her.
Daphne hurried away, trying to put it out of her mind. Nope. Not picking at that thread. Just a piece of foil. Or a one-eyed stray cat. At most a creepy homeless guy who lived down there. And if it wasn't, let it be someone else's mystery. The only clues she was looking for was to where the heck she was.
The alley dumped her out into an unkempt public park just off the boardwalk.
A couple squirrels chittered in a tree. They watched her with their beady eyes. One took a running leap off the branch into empty space and spread its wings, flying up and out over the lake.
A bird. It had to have been a bird. Not a squirrel. Someone else's mystery.
Jet lag must've really been getting to her.
"Hey you!"
Daphne wasn't proud that the abrasive voice made her jump a little.
A pink skinned man wearing a pair of tacky sunglasses and a newsboy cap pushed a souvenir cart along the boardwalk.
"You look lost, little lady." He flashed a crocodile smile. "Need a little help getting where you're going?"
"Oh." Daphne laughed nervously to herself. "Yeah, I got myself a little lost. I'm new in town and--"
"Say no more! Say no more!"
All of a sudden his arm was around her shoulder. Daphne's hand twitched for the pepper spray in her purse, but she thought better of it. He was still only rating a low "sleazy" on the creepazoid scale.
He stuffed a photocopied map into her hands. The font was comic sans, and landmarks were indicated by stock clipart, many partly covering the placenames.
"There ya go. Map of everything you'll need to see in the ol 216. Complimentary."
"Gee. Thanks." She said.
"Wiiiiiith a rental of one of our audio walking tours. Only $8.99 an hour!"
He slapped a pair of cheap headphones over Daphne's ears.
"--and if you look to your left, you'll spot the public bathroom which had the first ever sighting of the Cleveland Creep! Our fair city's newest, spookiest urban legend."
Daphne shook off the headphones.
"What--"
"But wait! There's more!!" He reached into his cart and pulled out a pair of plush dolls, one of a red cloaked little boy and the other of a big black winged creature with bugged out yellow eyes. "Toss in an extra six bucks to upgrade to our premium package, and you'll get a stuffed Cleveland Creep AND a Lake Erie Eavesdropper (while supplies last) absolutely free!"
He pushed the plushies into Daphne's arms. She wrinkled her nose at them like they were roadkill.
She looked again at the sleazy man's cart. A hand painted sign read "CREEPY CLEVELAND: souvenirs, tours, and palm readings."
This schtick!? Again!? How far did Daphne have to get away from Crystal Cove, the moon?
"Are you finished?" She asked him.
"Hang on. Lemme see if I've still got any bumper stickers."
Daphne dumped the plushies, headphones, and map.
"Hey!!" The sleazy man scrambled to the ground to gather them back up. "That's my merchandise!"
"One--learn to give a girl some personal space!" Daphne chastised. "Two--the Cleveland Creep?" She rolled her eyes. "What about Old Orange Eyes? Bessie? Melonhead? If you're gonna swindle people with fake monsters at least don't make them up yourself!"
She immediately covered her mouth. Okay. Maybe she had done some monster research before coming here. Call it a relapse. Hey, everybody cheated on their diets.
"Look, lady, if I was gonna make up a monster don't'cha think I would come up with something cooler than a toilet ghost?" The man demanded. "The Cleveland Creep is real! I've seen him with my own two--"
A section of piping exposed for roadwork burst, showering both of them in a spray of water. A scrawny man wearing a toilet paper costume was trying to throttle a small figure wearing a red cloak and an ornate mask.
The sleazy man looked between the red cloaked figure and the matching doll in his hand.
"Buh?" He said.
His eyes rolled up and he fainted on the spot.
Well. If he wasn't gonna help her…
Daphne tapped the toilet man on the shoulder.
"Hi, sorry! I'm supposed to be at an orientation meeting with Mr. Hill in the Big Boring Business Building, but I've been having a hard time finding my way around. Could you point me in the right direction?"
"Oh, uh. It's just down the block." He said. "Right across the street from Cuppa Joe's. Can't miss it."
"Tenth floor." The red cloaked boy added. "Good luck on your first day!"
Daphne thanked them both and left before her curiosity could get the better of her.
"Just walk away Daph." She told herself.
Maybe there were monsters here too, but she had left Crystal Cove behind for good. Let somebody else pull off the mask.
---
The Big Boring Business Building was everything that it said on the tin.
Daphne entered under the watchful gaze of a leering gargoyle set into the wall above the main entrance. It was an odd addition. Didn't quite match with the otherwise plain and brutalist facade. Its body was indistinct and lumpy but the wings were incredibly detailed. She wondered idly how the sculptor had managed to get them to spread like that with no visible supports.
Daphne followed the toilet man's directions and made her way up to the CEO's office.
She stopped for a bracing sip at the water cooler.
First impressions were everything. She couldn't afford to mess this up.
Daphne fluffed her hair, triple checked her makeup, filed her nails, and went over the same pre-show peptalk she gave herself before every episode of Coast to Coast with Daphne Blake she'd filmed throughout her gap year on the road.
"You've got this! You know exactly why you're here!"
Get a job so I don't have to move back with my parents. She thought to herself.
"You know exactly what you need to do!"
Bite my tongue and smile, no matter what they say.
Her parents were four states away and she was still playing debutante sweetheart. Go figure.
"So get in there and make it work!"
Here goes nothing.
She knocked, then pushed open the door.
"Mr. Hill? I--"
Mr. Hill was not there.
A frizzy haired woman she recognised immediately as internet sensation Izzy Explosivo Kaleidoscope was perched atop the CEO's desk on all fours violently shaking a raw salmon in her mouth.
She looked up "Omph. Nphw Ghrrl!!"
"What?" Daphne withdrew behind the door to avoid being splattered with fish blood.
"Ptooey!" Izzy spat the mangled fish into Mr. Hill's wastebasket. "Hi new girl!"
"Hi?" Daphne gave a cautious little wave. "What are you doing?"
"Marking my territory." Izzy said. "One of these days it's gonna be me in the big chair! Except maybe not actually I did just get fish guts on the seat."
She sat criss cross applesauce on top of the desk and beckoned Daphne to sit.
She made sure to wipe it down very thoroughly first.
"Hank's out driving Father to jail for a thing." Izzy said. "What can I do ya for?"
Before Daphne could answer, a humpbacked man in a lab coat burst into the room flailing a pair of comically undersized dinosaur claws.
"Hank! there's been an accident, and now I can't reach the top shelf! And that's where I keep the maraschino cherries!" He blinked. "Oh, hello Izzy."
"Go find Toiletnator." Izzy suggested. "He isn't using his."
"A wonderful idea!" The man with dinosaur arms cheered. "It'll be a simple matter of altering my molecular transmogrifier for limb transferal. Thanks Izzy!"
"Haha science!" Izzy agreed. "Hey, being a CEO is easy! Okay what did you want again?"
Daphne swallowed. Whatever she'd told herself in her pep talk she'd lost the plot a good while ago.
"I uh. I'm Daphne? Daphne Blake? Mr. Hill hired me for the media management position?"
"Ohhhhh you're THAT ascot wearing redheaded meddling kid." Izzy nodded along. Suddenly her frizzy hair stood on end. "Waitwaitwait, this is amazing!! I can do my stunt now! I mean I could before, but now I have somebody to film it 'cause I just KNOW I'd wreck my gopro pulling off a firebird splash if I did it on my own plus you've GOTTA get all the good angles for a real fight and if I die I'll need someone to upload for me and…" She went on and on with breath or punctuation like somebody had wound her up until her key broke.
As she spoke, she dragged Daphne back down the stairs into the lobby and back out into the street. She wasn't able to get a word in edgewise until the sight of a house on spider-legs trundling through the street made Izzy stop babbling and watch.
To be fair, it left Daphne a little speechless too.
She shook away her shock and cut in first before any more developments could overwhelm her sense of reason.
"Hang on. What exactly do you want me to do? Am I supposed to be a camerawoman?"
Freddy had handled that side of things for her show before they had… ended things. Daphne knew how to do it, of course, but a part of her was hoping for something a little more glamorous. And further away from this crazy woman. Maybe this was all a big misunderstanding. The position as described had sounded like a cushy desk job.
"Yeah hold this." Izzy said. And strapped a 20 pound news camera to Daphne's shoulder.
Daphne sighed. Well. There was no arguing with fate. Or Izzy.
"Could you at least tell me where we're going?"
"Sure!" Izzy agreed. "Just give me a hairpin first."
Daphne reached into her purse and handed Izzy a spare with a puzzled expression.
"What do you need it for?"
"Oh, I gotta pick the garage lock so we can joyride a modified alien warship to Miami." Izzy said.
…
"It runs on propane." She added.
Daphne looked to the sky and asked the heavens a simple question. Why? Why her?
As Izzy grabbed her arm again and dragged her off towards adventure she noticed something.
The entrance gargoyle was missing. Evenly spaced gouges in the concrete marred the wall where it had perched.
Daphne gasped under her breath.
"The Lake Erie Eavesdropper…"
But that would have to be someone else's mystery.
How to describe the city of Cleveland?
Daphne was a journalist now. She'd gone to school for it and everything. That made it her job to think about these sorts of things.
Back at Miskatonic U, Professor Ellison had once given an assignment for his students to characterise their home towns as people. Daphne didn't like to think about Crystal Cove too often. But she'd reluctantly let her mind return there for the sake of her grade.
Crystal Cove was a lot like its most infamous inhabitants. Men like Deacon Carlswell, the original Creeper--sad, impotent nobodies desperate for attention for all of the wrong reasons.
In most small towns, conservative old people spent their time pining for better days. Crystal Cove had never had any better days. Instead they just pined for worse ones. Criminals and dead conquistadors were all they'd ever had to offer, and so they'd embraced their own misfortune and tried to turn that into a legacy: "The Most Hauntedest Town on Earth."
Crystal Cove was haunted alright. Even if none of its ghosts were real.
Daphne had flown into Cleveland from Boston on a mid-afternoon flight to follow up on the media management position she'd applied for at World Weekly News.
She had watched the endless suburbs go rolling on for what felt like hours before she got even a glimpse of urban jungle. They looked… nice? There really wasn't anything to go off of. The nondescript cookie cutter houses (two storeys, lawn, garage) seemed purpose built to leave as little an impression as possible.
She'd nearly spat out her weak airline coffee when she saw the great big yawning hole smack dab in the middle of everything. There wasn't so much as a chainlink fence to mark it. Just an empty space swiss cheesing the set of Leave it to Beaver.
Making her way downtown by taxi after she'd touched down at the airport Daphne saw much of the same phenomenon (albeit less dramatic) repeated across the city. Office. Office. Burnt down warehouse. Coffee shop, laundromat, abandoned ice cream factory.
The city made no effort to hide its rust belt decay, or to even comment on it. People simply lived around it as a fact of life. Daphne wasn't sure if this spoke more to denial, or a graceful acceptance that the town was past its prime. Better than trying to market it to tourists, she guessed.
On reaching the edge of downtown Daphne caught the cabbie fudging the metre and decided to hoof it the rest of the way on foot.
The city's financial centre was--like the suburbs--"nice." Downtown at least betrayed a bit of local colour. Boxy early century brick buildings squatted at the feet of a sparse handful of beige art deco skyscrapers. Everything was flat and worn. It betrayed the reality that keeping all the old buildings up hadn't been a choice for preservation's sake, but simply a matter of cost.
The newer offices stuck out above the rest like big glass and granite thumbs--the same sort of polished prefab you'd see in any other city.
Daphne figured she had a handle on Cleveland's character by now. From where she was standing, she could see out over the sea wall into Lake Erie. If you squinted, you could pretend that you were on the coast. The city was the same way. If you squinted and kept your eyes focused on the "nice" you could be anywhere but here.
She checked the map directions again. Somewhere she'd probably gotten turned around, because she definitely wasn't supposed to be lakeside.
She tried to double back, and found herself lost in the tangle of identical red brick alleys.
A funny feeling crept over Daphne as she passed a grated sewer drain. Water sloshed out onto the street and she heard a snuffling grunt. All the hairs stood up on the back of her neck.
Against her better judgement she turned back for a better look sewer. Absolutely nothing. She heaved a sigh of relief. And then a glassy patch of darkness a bit bigger than a marble caught the light strangely as it swivelled towards her.
Daphne hurried away, trying to put it out of her mind. Nope. Not picking at that thread. Just a piece of foil. Or a one-eyed stray cat. At most a creepy homeless guy who lived down there. And if it wasn't, let it be someone else's mystery. The only clues she was looking for was to where the heck she was.
The alley dumped her out into an unkempt public park just off the boardwalk.
A couple squirrels chittered in a tree. They watched her with their beady eyes. One took a running leap off the branch into empty space and spread its wings, flying up and out over the lake.
A bird. It had to have been a bird. Not a squirrel. Someone else's mystery.
Jet lag must've really been getting to her.
"Hey you!"
Daphne wasn't proud that the abrasive voice made her jump a little.
A pink skinned man wearing a pair of tacky sunglasses and a newsboy cap pushed a souvenir cart along the boardwalk.
"You look lost, little lady." He flashed a crocodile smile. "Need a little help getting where you're going?"
"Oh." Daphne laughed nervously to herself. "Yeah, I got myself a little lost. I'm new in town and--"
"Say no more! Say no more!"
All of a sudden his arm was around her shoulder. Daphne's hand twitched for the pepper spray in her purse, but she thought better of it. He was still only rating a low "sleazy" on the creepazoid scale.
He stuffed a photocopied map into her hands. The font was comic sans, and landmarks were indicated by stock clipart, many partly covering the placenames.
"There ya go. Map of everything you'll need to see in the ol 216. Complimentary."
"Gee. Thanks." She said.
"Wiiiiiith a rental of one of our audio walking tours. Only $8.99 an hour!"
He slapped a pair of cheap headphones over Daphne's ears.
"--and if you look to your left, you'll spot the public bathroom which had the first ever sighting of the Cleveland Creep! Our fair city's newest, spookiest urban legend."
Daphne shook off the headphones.
"What--"
"But wait! There's more!!" He reached into his cart and pulled out a pair of plush dolls, one of a red cloaked little boy and the other of a big black winged creature with bugged out yellow eyes. "Toss in an extra six bucks to upgrade to our premium package, and you'll get a stuffed Cleveland Creep AND a Lake Erie Eavesdropper (while supplies last) absolutely free!"
He pushed the plushies into Daphne's arms. She wrinkled her nose at them like they were roadkill.
She looked again at the sleazy man's cart. A hand painted sign read "CREEPY CLEVELAND: souvenirs, tours, and palm readings."
This schtick!? Again!? How far did Daphne have to get away from Crystal Cove, the moon?
"Are you finished?" She asked him.
"Hang on. Lemme see if I've still got any bumper stickers."
Daphne dumped the plushies, headphones, and map.
"Hey!!" The sleazy man scrambled to the ground to gather them back up. "That's my merchandise!"
"One--learn to give a girl some personal space!" Daphne chastised. "Two--the Cleveland Creep?" She rolled her eyes. "What about Old Orange Eyes? Bessie? Melonhead? If you're gonna swindle people with fake monsters at least don't make them up yourself!"
She immediately covered her mouth. Okay. Maybe she had done some monster research before coming here. Call it a relapse. Hey, everybody cheated on their diets.
"Look, lady, if I was gonna make up a monster don't'cha think I would come up with something cooler than a toilet ghost?" The man demanded. "The Cleveland Creep is real! I've seen him with my own two--"
A section of piping exposed for roadwork burst, showering both of them in a spray of water. A scrawny man wearing a toilet paper costume was trying to throttle a small figure wearing a red cloak and an ornate mask.
The sleazy man looked between the red cloaked figure and the matching doll in his hand.
"Buh?" He said.
His eyes rolled up and he fainted on the spot.
Well. If he wasn't gonna help her…
Daphne tapped the toilet man on the shoulder.
"Hi, sorry! I'm supposed to be at an orientation meeting with Mr. Hill in the Big Boring Business Building, but I've been having a hard time finding my way around. Could you point me in the right direction?"
"Oh, uh. It's just down the block." He said. "Right across the street from Cuppa Joe's. Can't miss it."
"Tenth floor." The red cloaked boy added. "Good luck on your first day!"
Daphne thanked them both and left before her curiosity could get the better of her.
"Just walk away Daph." She told herself.
Maybe there were monsters here too, but she had left Crystal Cove behind for good. Let somebody else pull off the mask.
---
The Big Boring Business Building was everything that it said on the tin.
Daphne entered under the watchful gaze of a leering gargoyle set into the wall above the main entrance. It was an odd addition. Didn't quite match with the otherwise plain and brutalist facade. Its body was indistinct and lumpy but the wings were incredibly detailed. She wondered idly how the sculptor had managed to get them to spread like that with no visible supports.
Daphne followed the toilet man's directions and made her way up to the CEO's office.
She stopped for a bracing sip at the water cooler.
First impressions were everything. She couldn't afford to mess this up.
Daphne fluffed her hair, triple checked her makeup, filed her nails, and went over the same pre-show peptalk she gave herself before every episode of Coast to Coast with Daphne Blake she'd filmed throughout her gap year on the road.
"You've got this! You know exactly why you're here!"
Get a job so I don't have to move back with my parents. She thought to herself.
"You know exactly what you need to do!"
Bite my tongue and smile, no matter what they say.
Her parents were four states away and she was still playing debutante sweetheart. Go figure.
"So get in there and make it work!"
Here goes nothing.
She knocked, then pushed open the door.
"Mr. Hill? I--"
Mr. Hill was not there.
A frizzy haired woman she recognised immediately as internet sensation Izzy Explosivo Kaleidoscope was perched atop the CEO's desk on all fours violently shaking a raw salmon in her mouth.
She looked up "Omph. Nphw Ghrrl!!"
"What?" Daphne withdrew behind the door to avoid being splattered with fish blood.
"Ptooey!" Izzy spat the mangled fish into Mr. Hill's wastebasket. "Hi new girl!"
"Hi?" Daphne gave a cautious little wave. "What are you doing?"
"Marking my territory." Izzy said. "One of these days it's gonna be me in the big chair! Except maybe not actually I did just get fish guts on the seat."
She sat criss cross applesauce on top of the desk and beckoned Daphne to sit.
She made sure to wipe it down very thoroughly first.
"Hank's out driving Father to jail for a thing." Izzy said. "What can I do ya for?"
Before Daphne could answer, a humpbacked man in a lab coat burst into the room flailing a pair of comically undersized dinosaur claws.
"Hank! there's been an accident, and now I can't reach the top shelf! And that's where I keep the maraschino cherries!" He blinked. "Oh, hello Izzy."
"Go find Toiletnator." Izzy suggested. "He isn't using his."
"A wonderful idea!" The man with dinosaur arms cheered. "It'll be a simple matter of altering my molecular transmogrifier for limb transferal. Thanks Izzy!"
"Haha science!" Izzy agreed. "Hey, being a CEO is easy! Okay what did you want again?"
Daphne swallowed. Whatever she'd told herself in her pep talk she'd lost the plot a good while ago.
"I uh. I'm Daphne? Daphne Blake? Mr. Hill hired me for the media management position?"
"Ohhhhh you're THAT ascot wearing redheaded meddling kid." Izzy nodded along. Suddenly her frizzy hair stood on end. "Waitwaitwait, this is amazing!! I can do my stunt now! I mean I could before, but now I have somebody to film it 'cause I just KNOW I'd wreck my gopro pulling off a firebird splash if I did it on my own plus you've GOTTA get all the good angles for a real fight and if I die I'll need someone to upload for me and…" She went on and on with breath or punctuation like somebody had wound her up until her key broke.
As she spoke, she dragged Daphne back down the stairs into the lobby and back out into the street. She wasn't able to get a word in edgewise until the sight of a house on spider-legs trundling through the street made Izzy stop babbling and watch.
To be fair, it left Daphne a little speechless too.
She shook away her shock and cut in first before any more developments could overwhelm her sense of reason.
"Hang on. What exactly do you want me to do? Am I supposed to be a camerawoman?"
Freddy had handled that side of things for her show before they had… ended things. Daphne knew how to do it, of course, but a part of her was hoping for something a little more glamorous. And further away from this crazy woman. Maybe this was all a big misunderstanding. The position as described had sounded like a cushy desk job.
"Yeah hold this." Izzy said. And strapped a 20 pound news camera to Daphne's shoulder.
Daphne sighed. Well. There was no arguing with fate. Or Izzy.
"Could you at least tell me where we're going?"
"Sure!" Izzy agreed. "Just give me a hairpin first."
Daphne reached into her purse and handed Izzy a spare with a puzzled expression.
"What do you need it for?"
"Oh, I gotta pick the garage lock so we can joyride a modified alien warship to Miami." Izzy said.
…
"It runs on propane." She added.
Daphne looked to the sky and asked the heavens a simple question. Why? Why her?
As Izzy grabbed her arm again and dragged her off towards adventure she noticed something.
The entrance gargoyle was missing. Evenly spaced gouges in the concrete marred the wall where it had perched.
Daphne gasped under her breath.
"The Lake Erie Eavesdropper…"
But that would have to be someone else's mystery.
- Location
- United Kigdom
... I wonder how long Daphne's sanity can last with Izzy as the closest thing she can call to a friend
That was the plan but things got in the way.
KnownParadox
Not a sphere
- Location
- Canada
Wow Daphne just call us out directly at this point why don't you? Just publically @ us over the interwebs.
Wait...Is that...EDDY'S BROTHER?
Pink skin, tacky sunglasses, newsboy cap, scams...Hm.
Yeah, if you don't know, Eddy's unseen older brother is mentioned a LOT throughout the show, by Eddy as, just, the coolest guy in the world, the man who taught him all he knows. Then we finally meet him in the movie. As it turns out, he is...Not. He's a cruel, downright sociopathic jerk who beats his brother bloody in a way that, for once, is not played as a joke. He's a brutish bully who enjoys picking on those smaller than him. He works at an amusement park, solely so he can find an endless supply of children to torment. Also, it's heavily implied he did something AWFUL to Rolf's chickens. Eddy was telling the truth about the latter part though: He did learn everything he knows from this guy....Yeah. That's why Eddy is the way he is: he's trying to be like him...And this jerk makes him look like a nice guy by comparison. All of which is to say, I am very happy to find out he is miserable. I assume, once Eddy became the big shot he always dreamed of, he decided to use his money to, er, Play Uncle, as his bro would put it...His way.
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Brightflame
Lord of the Dance
- Location
- Inkopolis
I don't think the creep is Eddy's brother, I would have imagined he would either be a big shot at Scam Co himself or Eddy's prisoner, depending on how the Big Picture Show ended in this universe. Seems just...odd that Eddy would leave him be.
Maybe he is working for Scam Co. He's clearly selling something, and it does sound like the sorta crap Scam Co would hawk. I'd imagine Eddy takes some sick pleasure in having his abuser as a low-level salesperson hawking his cheap crap in fucking CLEVELAND.
- Pronouns
- Female
"You are going to Brazil!"
"Brazil is busy, Eddy."
"Dang it. You are going to Ohio!"
"BRO PLEASE, THAT'S ALMOST AS BAD!"
Brightflame
Lord of the Dance
- Location
- Inkopolis
As an Ohioan, I can confirm this
So, yeah, to give you an idea of how good Daph is at this: Literally just by taking a quick ride around town, she, entirely nonchalantly, pegged one of Father's defining personality traits. Well played, Miss Blake.
I just realised, Monday was literally just doing a Scooby Doo villain plot.
"I pretend to be a Bathroom Ghost, in order to steal company files to sell to their rivals."
The fact he has actual magical powers non-withstanding, dude is just legit a Scooby Doo villain.
"I pretend to be a Bathroom Ghost, in order to steal company files to sell to their rivals."
The fact he has actual magical powers non-withstanding, dude is just legit a Scooby Doo villain.
Those company files weren't being sold to anyone, just being used to make a giant clog.