⓪⑧ (sort of)

[docfoul]

DDD: Party for no discernible reason other than the White Text Guy having said so.



Whether you were invited, came of your own volition, were dragged here by some weirdos in green, or just popped up in the classic "community made you do it" fashion, you are now in THE FELT MANSION. And since Doc Scratch is and will always be an excellent host, you can count on having good food, drinks, and party games aplenty.

There isn't much he can do about the TIME SHENANIGANS, though. But you can steer clear of those if you know how. Unfortunately, there is no way to avoid the mansion's collection of A THOUSAND CLOCKS.

(Speaking of time shenanigans, you may also want to refer here for a rough explanation of what those shenanigans might be. But don't worry about it too much, really. You can just say something if you want to run into a Felt NPC and, hopefully, the shenanigans will be immensely fun for all.)

You should also feel free to START ANY NEW THREADS.

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WORKSHOP

[docfoul]

[Poke around, and you may find what appears to be a tailor's workshop. It contains several effigies at varying degrees of repair, and... a huge, eye-searing (or hypnotising, depending on who you ask) overcoat that looks like it might fit the goddamn Hulk. As the party goes on, you might even notice the coat gaining new rips and tears...

Linger here and you'll definitely come across the Felt's tailor.]

[timey_wimey]

[ did someone say poking around? he is the king of poking around, it is him. ooo what is this mysterious room with all these effigies in? he'll just be creeping around observing them all at length with his brainy specs on, frowning as he puzzles them out. ]

Hmm, interesting...

[pinkishgray]

[Five's wandered off. That's the polite way of saying he's poking around. He doesn't have any brainy specs on just yet, but he's got his hands behind his back, which is the polite way of saying he's suspecting something. Something very, very wrong, not the least bit related to being sucked into the center of a temporal anomaly hurricane. Not at all. That would be ridiculous, and also entirely accurate.

He's half expecting quantum weather butterflies to start popping up, but he runs into himself instead.]

Oh, there you are.

[timey_wimey]

[ you begin to ignore the itch-that-you-can't-scratch feeling that being in a place where time is even more wibbly-wobbly and tied up than usual gives you after being there for a while and discovering interesting and suspicious things to investigate, but getting to the bottom of certain cueball-headed people's nefarious doings can only take you so far. until yourself wanders into the room behind you, of course.

he spins and straightens up in one movement, taking the specs off for a second. ]

Oh, hello! Fancy seeing you here. [ he grins. cheekily. ]

[pinkishgray]

[He has no idea what's going on. That is a very disconcerting feeling. He's torn between wanting t otear the fabric and see what happens and wanting to get as far away as possible from these... effigies. And seriously, who calls things *Effigies* when they aren't being. Well. Sinister. But regardless, that's not a good feeling when you're used to bouncing around space-time like a particularly enthusiastic yo-yo.

The spin's impressive, though. And he's grinning a bit. The kind that he does when he's trying to get as many steps ahead of the problem as possible. Mostly, though, he feels itchy.]

Almost a coincidence, I'm sure.

[He's happy to see him.]

[timey_wimey]

Oh yeah. We're full of coincidences, us. [ the smile keeps up for a couple more seconds before it drops into pulling a face. ]

It's a bit - itchy, this place, isn't it? And I'm not just talking about the fleas in that overcoat either. [ which he'll also have to have a good look at later on... ]

[pinkishgray]

I'm certain that they happen all the time. [It's hard to fake cheer when there's so very little to be cheerful about, here and vaguely now.]

Itchy's about the only word for it. Bit odd, that. Wouldn't you think there'd be others? [Something's wrong. And it niggles and... itches at him, like the words of a song you've forgotten the words to. Like a word you can't find.]

[timey_wimey]

Other words, you mean? Yeah, maybe, goodness knows we know enough of them, but well, it's just... itchy. My skin's crawling all over. [ he wrinkles his nose a bit. ] Have you had a look at these... well. Puppets? Disturbingly true-to-life dolls? yet?

[pinkishgray]

They're supposed to be puppets? I'd wondered.... [He doesn't shudder. Not supposed to. But it is a very close thing. If you didn't know any better, you'd say he had.]

Who's the puppeteer, then? Or is that still up in the air?

[timey_wimey]

[ he shrugs. ] Well, I dunno yet exactly, still working on it, I just didn't want to say "creepy people-shaped cloth things".

[ aaaand the brainy specs get whisked back on as he squints more at these things. ] Some of them are more damaged than the others, have you noticed? Look, this one's been all stitched up, but the one next to it's full of holes. I'd almost say voodoo if that didn't sound about as off as puppets does.

Re: WORKSHOP

[sandinmyboots]

[This coat. This gorgeous coat.]

[IT'S HIS NOW. He is taking it. And, when he's done, he'll blow up those effegies on account of Scratch is not allowed to have nice things.]

[Actually, he's gonna blow them up first. He doesn't like how they look. Let's lob a nice fireball at those suckers.]

Firaga!

[AND WHEN THAT SUCKER LANDS THEY WILL ALL BE ON FIYAAAAH unless some douchebag blocks it with his huge body but what are the chances of that???]

[vendetta_itinerary]

[Man, you think the Midnight Crew hasn't tried that before? This man has developed a Tailor Sense by now. So HEY THERE'S HIS HUGE BODY BLOCKING IT.

Jesus Christ he needs to dip his effigy in some cold water later.]

[sandinmyboots]

[The Kefka Guide to Stealing Stuff from the Felt:

1. Yelp like a startled dog.

2. Grab coat.

3. Cast Float.

4. FLY AWAY NOW, FLY AWAY]

[vendetta_itinerary]

[HEY. NOBODY TAKES THE BOSS'S BACKUP COAT.

So there are probably going to be a few Felt chasing you now. Probably those of particularly speedy and/or heavily-armed persuasion.]

[sandinmyboots]

[HE'S GONNA CAST HASTE PLUS THE SPELL THAT MAKES HIM INVISIBLE AND IMMUNE TO EVERYTHING BUT MAGIC NOW OKOK...fwoooom there he goes and where he stops nobody knows]

[vendetta_itinerary]

[Well, Itchy wasn't counting on that.

Which is why he can now very easily run straight into a wall, or maybe even Kefka's invisible body.]

[sandinmyboots]

[hahahaha - KLAJSD;FLAKJ fuuu he's just crashed into Sawbones. TIME FOR A TIME JUMP...]

[vendetta_itinerary]

[OW HE WASN'T EVEN PAYING ATTENTION.

Just great. Now they're in... in...]

[exceedingwords]

[She is lingering where she feels the most secure. Which is of course, where the clothes are kept. Oh my, that coat...is so hypontising..]

[docfoul]

[Well, well. It's worth dismissing Stitch for a moment, Scratch thinks.

Do you like it?

[exceedingwords]

It's very colorful.

[And it makes her a little bit hungry...]

Let's pretend I didn't fuck up my HTML there

[docfoul]

You should see it when it's being worn. Quite the sight.

[exceedingwords]

The personage in it must be quite large.

[docfoul]

Oh, yes, he is.

[grimdarkseer]

[Ah. There's the person Rose hasn't realised she's been hoping she'd run into. (This is a lie. She knows she's been hoping to run into Kanaya, she just didn't want to admit that to herself in case of disappointment.

She walks in and, for lack of anything better to say, opts for the comfort of snark]

I think it might be a little big for you.