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Post by Gadget Hackwrench on Sept 25, 2017 19:34:48 GMT -5
Gadget was scanning the various stages and behind-the-scenes areas while the dummy was sacrificed to the feral cats. There were just so many places someone could be watching from…
From the corner of her eye she saw the cameras swivel back to her. Behind her, the Czar was gloating over his victory. Gadget looked down at the deep claw marks in the sand and made herself look devastated. It wasn’t hard— her emotions were high, the cats were making terrible sounds outside as they tore up the cat-nip dummy, and it had been a very long day. She thought about the moment she thought Basil had been squished by the ‘atlantis’ monster and her eyes welled with tears.
CUT!
Gadget breathed a deep sigh of relief and quickly rubbed her tears away. Goldmouse ordered a break and Gadget pulled the hair net off and began to run her fingers through her hair, attempting to get it back to normal. She wasn’t used to having it twisted and pulled and braided like this.
She had most of the braids out by the time Basil walked up to the balcony. Gadget accepted the cup of tea (two sugars, no cream) and gave Basil a grin before taking a sip. “Its kind of a shame this isn’t going to be a real movie. You play a very convincing hero.”
Gadget took another sip of her tea and wondered what on earth they’d have to do next. Walk across a burning rope bridge? Jump off the roof of a castle? Fight samurais or more aliens? Maybe they would luck out and Goldmouse would decide to end the day with a scene that was more dialogue than action. Or one of the ‘quiet’ scenes he’d mentioned in the beginning.
"So did you happen to see who wasn't among the crew?"
Gadget thought carefully for a moment and then nodded. “I know all the camera- and sound-mice were where they needed to be. The other actors too. So I don’t think it’s one of them. I only saw three of Goldmouse’s assistants, but the other two could be running errands for him. Oh! And the prop mice were all accounted for. It took all of them to handle the dummies.” Gadget paused to double check herself. “Two missing assistants. I’m sure of it. Anton and Buckley.”
She put down her cup and went back to pulling out a braid. “But, Basil… what if it is one of the people who work off the stage? Like the stylists or the producers? Are you sure the culprit is someone who we'd notice is missing?”
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Oct 9, 2017 16:54:13 GMT -5
"Well. Perhaps They'll send us copies of the test footage." Basil blushed at the praise. "and I must compliment your own theatrical talents also."
Anton and Buckley, both absent but as Gadget pointed out that was just among those that were supposed to be there. The detective couldn't help but notice that despite her usual upbeat mood she seemed rather tense at the whole situation. The longer this mystery went on the more deathtraps they would face and the more pressure heaped upon them. "Perhaps we should go on the offensive. The saboteur has been working to the scenes as scheduled, preparing his devious machinations ahead of time to strike from a distance. If we can convince Mister Goldmouse to change scenes then our enemy will have to change his plans, perhaps even risk a more personal hand in things."
Basil thumbed through the script, noting that the next intended scene was the space rocket flight through some meteorites, good lord did nobody know that they were called meteors while in space? Apparently Gadget and Basil were to sit inside a prop vehicle while a tennis ball launcher fired 'meteors' at them. No thank you, that was rather too easy to sabotage.
"and how are my stars? Glad to see you aren't letting those problems earlier put you off your game."
"about that Mister Goldmouse. We were just talking and we think that next we should film the Skull Planet scene."
Skull planet, the first meeting scene between the Princess and Chase. After the Shadow Sorcerer and the Baron sabotaged her luxury space yacht, the Princess was stranded on a hostile planet and captured by a tribe who intended to give her as an offering to a giant monster named King Zilla. All quite ridiculous but it had few avenues of attack and plenty of opportunity to set a counter trap. Now just to convince the director.
"Think about it." Basil used his hands to make a frame just as he'd seen Goldmouse do previously when he was visualising his ideas. "By going off schedule the camera crew will be just as shocked as the audience, they'll focus on the action as it happens!"
Oscar looked like he was having an epiphany, or some kind of medical condition. With a sudden twitch of his jaw he rushed off in excitement.
"Brilliant! I'll move the crew over right away! Meet me at stage seven after you've gotten prepared."
"Well. I thought it was going to be trickier than that. Make sure you take the opportunity to secure any technological resources you require Miss Hackwrench. With the right parts, the remote in the dressing room and your talents you could perhaps develop one of those amazing devices and tip the scales further in our favour."
Hopefully not a method of air transportation though. Despite being an interesting way to travel Gadget tended to muse out loud about safety, broken parts and potential emergencies a little too much for the detectives liking.
Post by Gadget Hackwrench on Oct 14, 2017 22:32:13 GMT -5
Gadget saw that Basil was pleased by her praise and gave a soft laugh at his reply. “If it weren’t for the sabotages, I think I’d actually be having fun.”
As the topic of conversation moved back to the case, Basil suggested they change tactics. Gadget listened carefully, holding her teacup in her hands, as Basil explained his plan. When he paged through the script, Gadget put her cup aside and moved closer so she could read too.
Before they could make any more of a plan, the Director himself joined them. While Basil worked to convince Goldmouse to change scenes, Gadget picked up the script and flipped to that scene. Based on what she’d seen so far, she assumed the Zilla monster would be much like the atlantis monster they faced before. Gadget couldn’t help but grin. If it was a robot, they’d have the advantage, especially if Gadget was the one interacting with it.
Goldmouse rushed away and Gadget stood. “I’ll come up with something.” Gadget grinned widely, happy to finally have something to do that wasn’t standing by while Basil almost got squished or eaten.
Once the two of them returned to the dressing room, Gadget retrieved the remote from where she’d hidden it under some wigs. While her styling team worked on her she had her head bowed over the device as she worked on it with hair pins and nail files and a sharp pair of scissors. One of the mice working on her hair gave a dismayed gasp when Gadget took apart a hair dryer for a part she needed. The two beauticians exchanged shrugs and finished Gadget’s hair without comment.
This time when Gadget emerged from her dressing room her hair was somehow styled into a beautiful mess, as if an elaborate hairstyle had fallen out of place. Makeup had been used on her face and arms to read as dirt and ash and her dress was torn, revealing more leg and shoulder than the original design had intended. Based on the script, at this point the princess had crash landed on a planet and been taken prisoner. She had to look the part.
Holding the remote, Gadget looked down at herself with a dismayed frown. How was she going to smuggle the remote onto the set in a dress like this?
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Oct 20, 2017 20:56:13 GMT -5
Once again Basil noted that the costume choices tended to jump between genres. For the skull planet scene he was outfitted with what was apparently a 1930's style pilot outfit, a retro look among some kingdoms but by the detectives standards futuristic. A brown bomber jacket and white aviator scarf impressed him most, with a belt and holster for the 'laser sword' used in one of the earlier scenes, a small backpack, goggles tan trousers and sturdy boots. All together the outfit reminded Basil of something from the Americas known as a 'pulp adventure' book.
"I'm not sure how this ensemble is suitable for piloting a craft that can traverse outer space but at least it's functional."
As he caught up with Gadget once more the detective averted his gaze, his Victorian mannerisms a little unused to the dishevelled and damaged costume chosen for her. It was somewhat reminiscent of Miss Porter's choice of clothing when they explored the lost city and encountered the Panther Men, though given the climate there it wasn't really his place to judge too harshly on practical clothes. His interest turned to the device, an amalgamation of cannibalised parts from the remote control confiscated earlier and several other electrical devices. The workings would take longer for Basil to determine than they had time for, not to mention the intended use, so for now he trusted Miss Hackwrench's expertise in technology. Ideally after this case he could purchase some books on electronic circuits, computers and microchips. "Perhaps I could secrete your invention on the set?" Basil offered, using his backpack to store the device so that he could hide it in a convenient location. "We should proceed, the faster they get to work the less time our enemy has to prepare. Our ambush relies on denying them the initiative."
The Skull Planet set was designed to resemble a clearing at the edge of a jungle, trees at one side and a rock wall at the other with a large wooden gate. According to the script these were the sacrificial grounds, the native tribes would leave a victim for King Zilla in exchange for leaving their village in peace.
The 'natives' were off to one side, putting the last touches to the warpaint and masks on their costumes with others practising a synchronised chant and dance for the summoning ritual part of the scene. In the meantime Gadget and Basil were led to a post in the middle of the area. While the crew member pointed out some last areas of interest the detective hid the backpack behind the post, out of sight of the cameras.
"May I just ask something? Isn't it a little unbelievable that a 'giant monster' would be satisfied with one small meal provided by the natives on the rare occasion they can capture an outsider?"
"That's uhhh. I'll go find an answer to that." The crewmouse scarpered rather than deal with Basil's lack of suspension of disbelief.
"Oh dear. Well should we finish preparations? If you would be so kind Miss Hackwrench?"
Using a provided rope, the detective helped set up Gadget's placement as the 'sacrifice' tied to the post. He made sure to use several slip knots, making the bindings both convincing on camera and easy to break free from when Gadget needed to spring into action. The native extras surrounded the post and prepared for the ritual dance number that would begin the scene.
"I apologise but I should get to my post. If I'm not in the right place it could arouse suspicion. I believe the proper term among those in the thespian lifestyle is 'break a leg'?"
The detective took his place off camera, ready to rush in either on his cue or the very second something seemed amiss. Oscar held up his megaphone calling cast and crew alike to their places.
"Alright everyone this is one of the most important scenes. and not just because of the money that toy store put in the budget for using their wares to provide our King Zilla prop. Action!"
ooc: Sorry if I rambled, tell me if stuff needs editing and enjoy the scene.
Post by Gadget Hackwrench on Oct 26, 2017 20:28:53 GMT -5
Gadget was considering how she could hide the device on the tea trolly when Basil joined her and suggested he stow it in his backpack. She handed it over and thanked him, her eyes lingering on his jacket. Her first thought was how it reminded her of Chip’s jacket. Her second thought was that Basil looked very handsome. She felt like a grubby mess standing beside him in her kidnapped heroine get-up.
Basil suggested they move fast, and Gadget focused again on the task. If they played their cards right, this could be the last scene they had to shoot. They could know the saboteur in less than an hours time!
Once they arrived on set, Basil distracted the crewman and stowed the bag while Gadget approached the huge wooden gate and peered through the narrow crack. It was dark inside and Gadget was still for a moment, holding her breath, waiting to see any sign of movement within. If the culprit planned on tampering with this device, he must have already come and gone. Gadget didnt see anyone.
She returned to the sacrificial altar just as Basil was readying the ropes. “This is actually the second time I’ve been sacrificed to an angry tribal god.” Gadget felt up by her ears to make sure that the bobby pins she stowed there were still in place, should she need them. “The first time was in Hawaii. They wanted to throw me into a volcano. Well, not a real volcano, but hot enough to do the job. It was all a big misunderstanding, but I still can’t stomach the taste of marshmallows.”
Gadget was rambling, something she was prone to do when nervous or distracted. As she spoke, she had gotten up in place and allowed Basil to tie her up. The detective bid her farewell and Gadget managed a hushed “good luck!” before he vanished behind her.
The tribe began to dance and Gadget made a show of tugging at the ropes without really putting much pressure against them. She didnt want to escape until the timing was right. Instead, she kept sneaking glances out past the cameras, trying to catch sight of Anton or Buckley.
The drums were getting faster and louder now, swirling toward a climax that ended in an abrupt silence. The tribe vanished into the greenery of the fake jungle and Gadget was left seemingly alone in the clearing. She turned to look at the doors now, barely remembering to try and look fearful. The doors swung slowly open and thick clouds of mist rolled out of the dark cavern. A horrible sound came from inside, a growl that made Gadget’s fur stand on end. Then she saw it’s eyes— two glowing red points in the darkness.
She had to give Goldmouse SOME credit. He could build up the tension.
First a huge furry hand crossed the threshold and then the head and shoulders as the robot leaned forward to take its weight on its knuckles. In the light it was much less intimidating, but still very huge compared to a mouse like Gadget.
“Pssst!”
Gadget tore her eyes away from the robot (where she had been looking for ways to access its insides) and looked to Goldmouse, who was motioning emphatically toward the cameras. Then Gadget remembered—
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Oct 30, 2017 18:29:28 GMT -5
Basil was slackjawed for most of the tribal dance, trying to wrap his head around how Gadget could reminisce about a volcano sacrifice with the same good spirits that someone would use to describe a peaceful coastal walk. Briefly he wondered if the other Rescue Rangers had similar traits.
His attention was redirected when the gate opened, allowing King Zilla to enter the scene. The monster seemed to be a motorised toy of some kind, similar to a gorilla in form but with a longer reptile like snout, a tail trailing behind and spines going down the back. A hunch in the back above the head seemed to contain room for a crew member to operate the prop with a small port to see out of.
"Sir." One of the crewmen rushed up whispering harshly. "There's a problem with Simmons."
"No problem that I can see." Goldmouse waved off the interruption. "He's following the script perfectly."
"But Sir. We just found Simmons locked in the janitor's closet. He's not controlling that thing."
As if on cue King Zilla turned towards the director and swung one of his fists downwards, barely giving Basil and the crew time to pull Oscar out of the way.
"Cut! That wasn't in the script."
"Don't talk to me about scripts you.....fatty fatty fat walrus!" A voice came from inside the mechanical monster. "It wasn't in the script of my life to still be getting your coffee when I was supposed to have my screenplays produced!"
Basil regained his footing and drew his weapon, remembering it was a prop but at the same time preferring not to be unarmed entirely. That was Anton's voice coming from inside King Zilla and he was out for blood.
"Could all this have been avoided if you'd just given his screenplays a chance?" Basil snapped at Goldmouse, somewhat put out that their lives were at risk because of rather petty creative differences.
"The screenplay about the picnic basket that grants wishes or the one with the twenty hour long, all snail production of Romeo and Juliet?"
Basil blinked trying to take in these new facts. "My apologies, those are abysmal ideas."
"Wishnic basket had potential!"
Anton shrieked along with the prerecorded roar of King Zilla as it whipped the tail towards Basil, scattering him across the scene and thankfully landing in a comparably soft prop bush.
"Of course the great Basil of Baker Street would be enough of an egomaniac to accept my invitation to star in this disaster. You were supposed to perish in an accident but you just had to force my hand. Either way Goldmouse studios is going bankrupt when they lose their cast members on camera."
The monster turned back towards Gadget's altar, stomping towards her while Basil tried to slow him by jamming his sword prop into the leg. A massive hand reached down and knocked him aside with a dismissive flick of the finger leaving the mouse rolling along the ground and bumping against a prop rock.
"Too bad the Rescue Rangers didn't show up as well. One famous detective being rubbed out is a disaster. A few more would have seen Oscar Goldmouse thrown in a guillotine. At least I can start with the damsel."
"Not while I still draw breath you won't."
Basil rushed forwards again, a little shaky on his feet but still holding his sword and squaring up against Zilla. At least he could buy a little time for Miss Hackwrench to deploy her invention. Once more the robot knocked him aside and resumed his advance on the (falsely) bound Gadget.
ooc: Sorry, went a little all over the place with this one. If it's too terrible to work with PM me and we can plan.
Post by Gadget Hackwrench on Nov 1, 2017 18:41:57 GMT -5
Suddenly, the huge gorilla-lizard turned and swung at the director. As it did, Gadget got a good look at the back of the robot and the hatch where the pilot was no doubt hidden away. A voice, made shrill and metallic through the speakers, began to yell and Gadget took that as her cue to get moving. While Anton, the pilot— no, the saboteur!— was distracted, Gadget slipped the ropes and ducked behind the little altar to grab Basil’s backpack.
Quickly locating the remote she’d modified, Gadget lifted it up and pointed it at the giant robot just as it swung its tail at Basil. Except… nothing happened. Gadget looked down at the device in her hands and instantly her brain began to spin, working through various problems. She pulled open the back and turned a dial inside, trying a different frequency setting.
Now the monster was stomping toward Gadget. She pressed the button again, but the robot kept coming. “C’mon!” She switched to a different frequency as quickly as she could. Still, nothing!
Basil was knocked aside. The villain driving the giant robot yelled down at the detective, and again the fearless mouse tried to stop him, only to be knocked down again. When Anton finally did turn his attention back to the damsel in distress, she was gone.
Gadget had used Basil’s distraction to their advantage. By the time Anton remembered her, Gadget was already at he hatch on the back of the robot, having climbed up its hairy (and scaly) back. Her heart was pounding and she knew that if this didn’t work mice were going to get hurt— Basil first among them. She pulled a hair pin from behind her ear and quickly picked the locking mechanism that kept the hatch down.
The hatch popped up and Anton whirled around, completely shocked to see said damsel right there and looking quite ticked off. “Careful what you wish for!” He wanted a Rescue Ranger, well he got one! She threw the remote at his head (which was the only thing she had) and when it bounced off his nose his eyes watered from the pain. While Anton rubbed his nose and screamed, Gadget jumped into the cockpit and took the controls in hand. She had to figure out how to shut down the robot!!
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Nov 7, 2017 19:13:53 GMT -5
"Alright. Once more into the breach."
Basil struggled to stand once more, rushing for the robot monster and climbing by using the back spines as a makeshift ladder. Part of the way up he was shocked to find Gadget's remote falling into his hands, for now he gripped it with his tail in case it was useful later on.
Once he completed his ascent the detective took in the current situation. Miss Hackwrench had managed to take control of King Zilla while Anton was nursing a throbbing nose. The assistant turned saboteur let out a high pitched squeal of frustration as his plans were coming apart, looking between Gadget and Basil trying to prioritise his revenge.
"Recover some dignity and yield Mister Anton. We have the advantage here."
"Never! I'll take back King Zilla and level this studio first."
Anton reached into his pockets and drew his own prop laser sword, lashing out towards Gadget only to have his weapon deflected by Basil's own prop. After pushing the madman back Basil took the remote control in his other hand, extending the antenna to use as a second improvised sword.
Anton had anger and unpredictability on his side as he swung his sword, while the detective had two methods of attack and the observation skills to plan his defence and retribution. He deflected the wild blows while using the antennae to slap Anton right on the nose occasionally, trying to wear him down through exhaustion and repeated torment of his bruised nose. Every so often the robot would shudder and shake causing the two to pause the fight to regain balance before resuming their duel.
"Miss Hackwrench? I don't suppose this contraption is built in a manner which you can apply your piloting talents?"
Post by Gadget Hackwrench on Nov 8, 2017 17:26:27 GMT -5
Gadget took the controls, realizing that they were the toy’s remote, large enough to fit comfortably in a human child’s hands, hard-wired into the back of the robot. Gadget was so fully focused on the device that at first she didn’t even realize that Basil and Anton were fighting behind her, not even when Anton’s sword came very close to striking the back of her head. She muttered to herself, her eyes following wires as her hands worked the controls. Where was the off switch?
While all this was going on, King Zilla was stuck in a swinging motion. HIs fist dumbly went up and down, though thankfully nothing was within range. Gadget tried the controls she thought would stop its arm, but instead the robot began to move forward, bashing away as it went. Gasping, Gadget pulled back on another toggle. King Zilla craned forward, throwing everyone in the cockpit off balance.
“Oh. Its backwards!” Gadget promptly pushed forward on the toggle and the cockpit evened out as the robot stood upright again.
Forget the controls! It was unclear just what realm of Rohandor this toy came from and Gadget didn’t have time for trial and error.
Gadget squirmed beneath the remote and slipped into the inner workings of the robot itself. She slid down the plastic framework, avoiding the mechanism that controlled its still moving arm, and jumped down to the bottom. “There you are!” Her face lit up as she recognized a rectangular box. Jumping forward, Gadget ripped free every wire she could find around the battery pack until finally King Zilla fell still.
Gadget slumped against the huge battery pack with a relieved sigh
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Nov 14, 2017 19:45:27 GMT -5
Anton and Basil continued the duel, pausing each time the robot moved off balance and righting themselves before they resumed their battle. Basil's strategy and analytical skill matched Anton's fury blow for blow, with the occasional break in crossed swords as Anton shifted position trying to ambush Gadget only to be blocked by the detective.
"Backwards? Why in blazes would they put the controls in reverse?"
From what Basil had seen of Miss Hackwrench's aircraft the controls were put in reverse for ease of piloting, pulling back on the stick would tilt the craft back or upwards while pushing it forwards would tilt the craft nose down. But for a land based contraption with no means of flight whatsoever (unless Goldmouse had some other insane plot twist in mind).
From the sound of things beneath the two combatants, Gadget was really getting into the inner workings of the robot monster, taking it apart from the inside to stop the movements. As it shuddered to a halt Anton looked crestfallen, having lost his main weapon and at risk of being outnumbered. He dropped his prop sword and raised his hand. "I surrender! That means you can't hit me anymore!"
"Quite tempting to be honest." Basil removed the scarf from his pilot costume and used it to bind Anton's wrists behind his back. "Now don't even try to escape because I'm quite put out by your attempts to do away with us."
"aaaand cut! Excellent work you two!" Oscar shouted through a megaphone from ground level. "Just had an idea. We take all this footage and turn it into a 'based on true events' movie. 'Saboteur in the Studio'!"
Basil ignored the director for now, lifting up a few of the panels one at a time to try and locate his fellow investigator. The innards of King Zilla were quite complex, even the detective would be hard pressed to find where she would pop out of without stripping the machine to pieces.
"Miss Hackwrench? Are you unharmed down there? Do you require assistance in extricating yourself?"
ooc: If you want to throw in any last minute twists go for it XD
Post by Gadget Hackwrench on Nov 20, 2017 12:40:19 GMT -5
From within the robot, Gadget could hear muffled voices from the cockpit and from outside. From what she could gather, Basil had managed to best Anton in their duel. Goldmouse didn’t sound particularly upset by the turn of events, but Gadget wasn’t particularly concerned about that.
She was trying to find a way to climb out of King Zilla when she heard Basil begin to pry open bits of the toy’s plastic shell. She made her way closer to where hew as working and when he peered inside she gave him a little wave. “I’m here!” While Basil held open a panel, Gadget managed to squeeze through the opening.
Brushing her bangs from her eyes, Gadget looked from the tied-up Anton to Goldmouse and finally back at Basil. She grinned widely. “Looks like we solved the case.” Her gaze shifted, taking in the rest of Basil’s appearance. He’d been knocked around quite a bit that day and Gadget’s happy smile faded to a concerned frown. “Golly. Are you okay?”
Anton stood nearby, both arms now held still by two studio security-mice. He glowered at Gadget and Basil, his ears drooping. Hadn’t the detective called her Miss Hackwrench? All along, she’d been a Rescue Ranger? Seized by sudden fury (and madness), Anton saw the remote Gadget had modified laying on the ground nearby. He shoved his shoulder into a guard, wrenched free, and ran to the remote. With a mad cackle, he stomped down on the main button.
There was a click inside the robot and it swung down, and a thick ball of fire and smoke rolled out of it’s gaping mouth. Shouting, Gadget threw herself onto Basil and knocked him out of harm’s way, both of them falling just out of the flame’s blast.
As smoke filled the sets, Anton tried to make a run for it.
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Nov 24, 2017 23:13:48 GMT -5
"I'll recover physically, though I'm quite reluctant to continue any further career in the realm of theatrics."
The two detectives reached ground level with the prisoner, who was quickly handed off to two security workers. Unfortunately Anton still had one gambit left, setting off one of King Zilla's special effects as a distraction before attempting to escape. Basil managed to evade the flames thanks to Gadget's timely intervention, tackling him out of the path of danger.
"You have my gratitude Miss Hackwrench. Goldmouse. I require your megaphone."
"Are you calling the police?"
"Not quite."
Basil drew back his arm, looking around the room at the various features both high and low. Stage lights, tables, props and backdrops.
"Distance, angles, mass, probably deflection. I believe I have the scoundrel yet."
The detective hurled the megaphone upwards, bouncing the object around the room to increase the distance even further than he would have achieved from a straight throw. Eventually the megaphone caught up with a Anton before he managed to escape the set, hitting his head with a clang and dropping him. Oscar stared gaping at the bizarre method of attack, but not too shocked to forget about turning a camera on the event as it happened. The security mice caught up with Anton once more, having an easier time handling him in his dazed state.
"Nice work detectives. You saved my studio and my magnum opus." The director quickly dropped his voice to a rapid mutter. "After some editing, reshoots and rewrites. Care to get started?"
Basil ground his teeth, briefly empathising with Anton's frustrations that must have built up while working with Goldmouse. Luckily the detective had a little more self control and didn't jump straight to sabotage and murder attempts.
"I think you'd benefit from members of those acting unions. How about yourself Miss Hackwrench?"
ooc: Sorry, kinda got trailed off towards the end of this one. If you need more to work with PM me and we'll scheme.
Post by Gadget Hackwrench on Jan 3, 2018 19:58:24 GMT -5
Basil had only just insisted he would recover from any injuries thus far when Gadget tackled him to the ground. Another few bruises had to be preferable to having all your fur singed off, right? Gadget pushed herself up only to see Anton fleeing across the set. She was about to give chase when Basil’s calm and slightly annoyed voice reached her.
Tilting her head curiously, Gadget watched as Basil carefully hurled the megaphone. After a few detours, it smacked smartly into the back of Anton’s head. The crook went down and Gadget heaved a sigh of relief before giving Basil an amused smirk.
The director approached them, thanking them for their work before— in a surprisingly subtle way— inviting them to continue. Gadget glanced around the set, allowing herself to actually consider it. However, the low sound of Basil’s grinding teeth brought her back to reality. She laughed softly and shook her head. “Thanks, but I’m…” Gadget hesitated a moment, thinking about her friends, wishing suddenly that they were with her now. This was the first big case she’d cracked without them. The thought of going back to Ranger Headquarters alone weighed upon her.
Goldmouse leaned toward her eagerly, thinking she was perhaps seriously considering it. Realizing this, Gadget took a step back. “Good luck with your movie, Mr. Goldmouse!” Gadget took Basil’s hand and drew him away, back toward the dressing rooms so they could get their belongings.
Gadget took a deep breath and sighed before pulling on a cheerful smile. “… I have the Ranger Wing parked on the roof of one of the studio buildings. Want a lift to a hospital?” She looked pointedly at Basil’s head. “I think you’re getting a pretty good lump up there.”
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Jan 20, 2018 21:40:54 GMT -5
Gadget managed to drag Basil away from Goldmouse while politely turning down the offer in what the detective thought was an impressive display of tact. Just before they were out of earshot Goldmouse turned to his crew and started calling for a whole new round of auditions to find lookalikes, still full of energy and seemingly excited about the prospect of extending the production of his film.
In the dressing room Basil found a booth to get out of his stage outfit and back into his usual clothing. Though as he redonned his coat and hat with the usual flourish he had to pause and stiffle a pained noise from aggravating the injuries of his previous melee with the monster prop.
"I apologise if I spoke too soon Miss Hackwrench. If you perhaps wished to continue a career in the moving pictures, provided they increase their standards for safety, it wouldn't be fair for my reluctance to deter you."
As he talked Basil had a brief inspection of the other costumes intended for him, or at least a few of the many given the huge amount of scenes and genres involved in the script. He was rather curious about the black costume with the domino mask, sombrero cordobés and flowing cape. Or the Edwardian suit with the sword cane. Of course it was just curiosity and nothing to do with considering a series of similar costumes to add to his disguise collection for later cases....that would be silly.
Gadget's offer snapped him back to reality, causing the detective to check his head at the mention of a visible form of damage.
"Hospital? I don't think that should be necessary. I dare say a good cup of tea and an early evening would be more than.." He winced as his hand probed a sensitive bruise on his temple, his voice noticeably rising as he tried to resume the conversation. "...fortifying."
The detective couldn't help but notice the sigh in the Rescue Ranger's voice before she offered the use of her plane once more. With all her concern it would be uncivilised not to acknowledge her own needs.
"Perhaps I could offer you lodgings while you're in London? That is...after such a day I was wondering if you were up for making a long flight back home without the chance to get well rested."
ooc: blegh, I lost my train of thought towards the end. If you prefer a different direction PM me an we can discuss stuff.
Post by Gadget Hackwrench on Jan 22, 2018 21:45:43 GMT -5
Once in the dressing room, the two mice separated to get changed. Gadget washed her face free of makeup and brushed her hair back to normal before donning her mechanics uniform and her trusty goggles. Looking at herself in a mirror, she gave a little smile. It felt good to be herself again.
Once back in the common area, Basil’s apology surprised her. She grinned but shook her head. “I think I’ve had all the acting I can take for a while. Besides, I’m a Rescue Ranger first.”
Basil winced when he touched the bruise on his head and Gadget bit her lip, anxious that he was hurt worse than she thought. She was about to insist he at least wait for her to see if the production had a nurse or a medic on staff, when Basil surprised her by inviting her to London.
“Well… I would have to find an airplane to stow away on… and it is a nine hour flight, plus any layovers…” Gadget had to admit that the trip would be very long and dull by herself. And she knew that in Basil’s side of London mice lived quite differently than the mice in her kingdom. She couldn’t deny she was very curious.
Gadget looked up at the detective a moment, studying him closely, trying to decide if he really wanted her to come or if she would be an inconvenience and he was merely asking to be polite. In the end Gadget decided Basil wouldn’t have asked if he hadn’t meant it, so she nodded. “If it’s not too much trouble then… I’d really appreciate it.” Gadget smiled and pointed again at his head. “But when we get there, you’re putting ice on that.”
ooc- I'll PM u!
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David Xanatos: Kat's back. Hope the vacation was fun.
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Professor Ratigan: 'Twas a good trip! I'm sad it's over, but at the same time I'm glad to be back home so I can finish up my cosplays for a con next month and hang out with my cats
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Basil of Baker Street: Hope the cosplay goes well. I'm putting away a little extra for a con in a few weeks. and yay cats, they're always good company. Except for that one who slaps me unprovoked XD. So what cosplays do you have in mind unless they're secret?
Jul 26, 2018 17:07:41 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I'm cosplaying Pearl from Steven Universe and Joseph Joestar from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure!
Jul 26, 2018 23:16:41 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I'm almost done both of them, I just have to finish styling Pearl's wig and fix up Joseph's gloves and wristbands
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Basil of Baker Street: Awesome. Had to look up Jojo because I'm not hip with the modern pop culture but I hope they turn out well.
Jul 30, 2018 15:33:15 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I only just started watching the anime last year and I haven't even touched the manga, so I'm barely hip with it lol. fortunately I have my cosplay buddy guiding me through the whole experience
Jul 30, 2018 22:29:38 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: also I finally finished the gloves! They were more of a pain to work with than I expected, but they'll hold together... I hope...
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Basil of Baker Street: Niceness. Hoping they hold also. Got the Dublin comic con next Saturday here. Hoping to meet Karl Urban.
Aug 1, 2018 19:05:32 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: Cool! I think he's coming to my city in the fall, if I remember correctly. Hope you enjoy the con, Daryl!
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Basil of Baker Street: I spoke too soon. Karl Urban had to cancel for schedule conflicts. They got Nick Frost though, I'm gonna ask him if he'll sign my Hot Fuzz.
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Professor Ratigan: Dang! Nick Frost is great though, I love his character in Into the Badlands
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