Time passes much more quickly in Rohandor and many long and happy years have gone by since the characters retired to enjoy their respective 'happily ever afters,' their greatest foes were imprisoned in the Forever Stone, bound in an eternal sleep. Until Now.
Happily Ever Afters takes place in Rohandor, a mystical realm on another plane of existence from our own. Here our favorite Disney heroes and villains live in a world all their own; Alive, but far from well. Heroes and heroines fight to keep peace while newly freed villains seek their revenge. Come join us in an epic adventure as the characters you love clash in a struggle that will determine the fate of Rohandor!
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Oct 17, 2014 17:24:18 GMT -5
After the initial group of Isles and Kingdoms formed Rohandor and the Council of Three sent out the call for heroes to stand against the villains unleashed from the Forever Stone, the Queen of Mousedom had sent out summons to many of the worlds smaller denizens to form a group of agents that could take on problems that others were too large for. Basil and Dawson were two of this group, likewise were the members of the Rescue Aid Society and Cinderella's mouse friends. As the villains increased their ranks however, so must the heroes, which lead to this particular story.
Basil had been sent to the Isle of the Pen, in particular a late 20th century city, to find and recruit a freelance group of crimefighters known as the Rescue Rangers. Normally this wouldn't be the best use of Basil's skills given his social problems, but every other agent was busy and some thought it could be a learning experience. So here he was, climbing up a tree in the middle of a city park and finding a somewhat uneven but sturdy construct hidden in the branches. A reasonably large home built right into the tree, a circled RR with a lightning bolt striking between them marking a sign over the door. He'd opted for the green coat and deerstalker today, with a few useful items tucked in his pockets in case of unexpected villainy. Though it would hardly be unexpected if Basil had brought supplies to thwart it.
"Well. This must be the place."
The detective knocked sharply on the door, already putting a schedule together in his mind. He'd appraise the skillset of this group, explain the situation, hand over the royal letters and amulets making their recruitment official, provided they met with his approval. Receiving no answer Basil knocked harder and called out.
"Excuse me? If there is anyone here answering to Chip, Dale, Jack or Hackwrench I wish to speak with you." Very peculiar names, but he'd withhold judgement, or at least not judge out loud.
In the unnaturally empty base that once held all the members of the Rescue Rangers, it's current sole inhabitant was busily scanning through books for any clues on his project at present. Chip was working on a plan that concerned relics that he had just heard about scurrying around the city: the Forever Stones. If he was correct, they had something to do with his hunch that Fat Cat and other villains like him were on the prowl, getting ready to pounce on any unsuspecting passer-by. Chip held himself responsible to make sure that didn't happen. For now, all he could do was look up information about it, if there was any. Not many people seemed to know much, but it was enough to give Chip at least some kind of an idea of what these things were.
Not long ago, the team decided to go their separate ways due to the lack of activity, but Chip wasn't about to give up on the organization. He placed the book down for a moment, his black eyes scanned the neat and tidy home. He remembered the day they teamed up to build this here. It wasn't his ideal place, thinking that he would live somewhere other than a tree for once, but it had a bird's eye view of the city, so they could see if there was anything going on. Even now as he looked at the tiny table that seemed decent in size to him, propped up by two dice, a bean bag in the form of a sewing sack that looked like the table, and their little slide around a tinker toy made him a little sad that he was alone here. Even the fact that it was neat and tidy, which he was always on Dale's case about, made him miss his friends more. If only he'd appreciated them a little more...
Chip shook these thoughts out of his head. He needed to focus. His friends were all doing what they wanted to do, and he trusted that Dale would be fine without him. Right now, he needed to focus on his job, and he was sure that they were focusing on what they needed to do just as he was. He was also certain that they missed him just as much, but it was clear that they weren't letting that stop them, because they weren't there. So, Chip brought the book back up to his face and continued to scan through it, not catching the soft taps on the door as he usually did. Actually, that may have been because he was thinking about too many things, but regardless, he didn't hear it.
However, the second set almost caused him to fall out of his seat made out of a domino as he scrambled to catch his book. He heard a bold voice with a Queen's English accent, and he seemed to naturally speak fast. Chip didn't tend to take notice to that sort of thing, but it was so obvious that he couldn't help it. So, he got up and ran over to the door and opened it, being met with a green coat, and a hat that reminded him of one of his heroes from the books he read: Shureluck Jones. Perhaps he was a big fan like Chip, or maybe a wannabe detective.
Chip still took this seriously, knowing very well that even if a fellow looked odd, he could have something important to say. "Yes," he responded in his high, chipmunk voice. "I'm Chip, once the leader of the Rescue Rangers, now the only one. Who are you, and what do you need?" Chip covered a bit of a cough as he motioned for the mouse to enter in. "Don't mind that I'm alone. There isn't any case to big or too small for me to handle, so whatever it is you need, just let me know." Chip left his book in case this would end up being more important, because there was no one else to converse with the mouse for him.
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Oct 18, 2014 15:45:30 GMT -5
Basil studied the chipmunk that opened the door as intently as the chipmunk seemed to be studying him. Rugged travelling jacket, fedora, he was an adventurous type to be sure. His eyes expressed a mix of tiredness and confusion, probably not used to attire like Basil's along with late nights working on some kind of personal project. At least he seemed dedicated. He invited Basil in, introducing himself as the leader and sole member of the group, which was a little worrying given that he wasn't technically a leader if there weren't others around to follow him. Basil stepped back when Chip coughed, apparently his late work was taking a bit of a toll on his health. He did seem eager to please, or just eager for work and company. "Well. That's good to hear. But I'm not a client Mister Chip."
As Basil stepped inside he was momentarily distracted by the interior of the treehouse. Every piece of furniture or decor seemed to be made from human sized items. A slide in one corner, dice holding up a table, a stack of books that seemed a little oversized and other odd constructs. Back in London mouse society built everything to their own scale, even if they did build on the insides of human homes. The differences were somewhat jarring. The detective took a quick glance at the books, mostly information on relics and ancient items suggesting that Chip was looking into answers about the new world they were all in. Getting back to business Basil retrieved an envelope from inside his coat, a drop of wax with the seal of the realm imprinted kept it closed. Three other envelopes were inside his pockets, but if there was only one Rescue Ranger here then he'd have to look elsewhere to recruit the others. Inside the envelope was the letter of summons from the Queen, along with an amulet that would make Chip an official Agent of the Crown (though unlike Basil's amulet this one wasn't enchanted by Princess Aurora). Basil hesitantly handed it over to the possibly sick mouse.
"My name is Basil. Basil of Baker Street. Detective and Agent of the Crown. I'm here as a representative of the Queen of Mousedom."
Pacing around the room to continue his inspection, Basil noticed a framed photo on the wall. Dusting it off revealed what was apparently the full team. Two chipmunks, one large mouse, one small mouse and a fly standing in front of a strange winged craft. The second Chipmunk wore a shockingly bright shirt with a floral pattern and a dim look on his face, presumably more relaxed than his...friend? brother? The larger mouse balanced physical strength with a large appetite from the looks of him while giving the impression of a macho rugged traveler. The other mouse, female with a bright expression, wore mechanics overalls and goggles, presumably in charge of the aircraft. The fly was too hard to make out in the photo. They seemed a close group, raising a lot of questions about their current state.
"I'm here to find out if the Rescue Rangers are fit to join the ranks of a globe spanning group assembled to protect the free world from the forces of villainy. Now if you could fill me in on why your group is so short staffed then I could speed things along. Leave no detail unmentioned if you don't mind."
"Oh," Chip replied to Basil's comment about not being a client with an arched eyebrow. "Well, if you are here, and you know about us, it still must be for something important, right? So, do you mind telling us- me what that is?" Chip curiously took the envelope that was handed to him politely, but definitely didn't have quite the etiquette that Basil demonstrated. “Great to meet you, Basil, but what's this?” Not really meaning for that question to be answered, Chip opened the letter and scanned over the letter of summons, officially signed by the Queen herself, but what caught his attention first was an artifact of some kind. He took the gem in his hand, examined it for a few moments before carefully looking over the notice one last time.
“I understand the situation, then.” Chip stuffed the letter into a pocket in his coat. “So, Basil of Baker Street, why does the Queen find it so important to send you all the way over here to retrieve the Rescue Rangers?” Once Chip understood Basil's role, he nodded, and adjusted his hat a little. “I see... a Representative of the Queen. You must be an important mouse then.” He looked Basil's appearance over before arching another eyebrow. “You don't really look like someone I would think as a representative of someone as important as a queen.”
Chip seemed to smile, somewhat impressed at how well Basil already seemed to notice detail, as the mouse examined the team in the picture closely. “You're right,” he commented without even hearing Basil guess. “That's the Rescue Rangers in it's former glory.” Unfortunately, all of that impressed energy went away when he heard the next comment. “What do you mean 'find out if we are fit'?! What do you take us for, amateurs?” Then he almost forgot what little manners he had and promptly answered the question before getting the urge to clonk Basil in the head for even suggesting such a thing. “Well, there was a lack of activity here, so we decided to split. I'm not really sure about the whereabouts of my team, but I made it clear to them that I'll be here if they ever decide to come back to visit, or what not...”
Chip ignored his feeling of melancholy from missing his dear friends, and focused on the task at hand. “Now, what is this group that we may or 'may not' be fit to be a part of? And you don't mind filling me in on some details about these bad guys, do you?”
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Oct 20, 2014 16:27:04 GMT -5
"The Queen trusts my judgement in such matters." Okay, she hadn't exactly said that, especially given Basil's track record with meeting new people. But he had saved the Kingdom from being handed over to Ratigan so it went without saying that she respected his methods and opinion. "Hold on, why DON'T I look like someone who represents the Queen? There is nothing wrong with my attire."
Basil continued to inspect the base as Chip read over his letter and asked about the full details of his recruitment, while taking offence at the implication that he and the Rangers were unfit to join the group. The detective plucked up one of the open books from the table and held the appropriate page towards the Chipmunk. From what he could tell so far, Chip was a classic Alpha personality, he had to be in control at all times and would react with hostility to any attempt by others to make their own influence in his environment. The irony was lost on Basil.
"Well, you might want to re-assemble your team at the first opportunity Mister Chip. The Forever Stone you're studying contained every criminal, tyrant, scoundrel and villain who ever fell in battle against the forces of justice and now they've been released. Perhaps even banded together. Not to mention the villains who weren't imprisoned, villains including every member of your own gallery of rogues. Human civilisation, as well as they are managing, need someone to look at the smaller details that could bring ruin to all if overlooked. This is where our network comes in and why we need you to be in top form."
After handing over the book Basil looked around some more, finding a few case files and flicking through them.
"and a very colourful series of rogues you have. A Fat...cat." Basil arched an eyebrow. "Really, you should try a proper filing system that doesn't involve childish name calling."
He flicked through a few more pages, pausing on an entry on a Professor Nimul.
"Hmm. The perspective is a little hard to grasp in this picture. Is this a very small human or a large, partially shaved hamster?"
Chip's eyebrow arched, not used to receiving a reaction that he didn't intend to receive. "I meant that you didn't look like anyone that a Queen would call upon. Neither do I, so I wasn't trying to offend. Well, to tell the truth, I honestly don't care about whether you are or not. What does the Queen need us to do?" Chip listened as Basil explained himself to the chipmunk, as well as explained the queen. "I see. Well that makes sense. There's only so much that someone the size of a large boulder can do, and there are things that only us in smaller proportions can do."
Chip smirked when Basil found the files that he made to record all of the various enemies he and the rest of the Rescue Rangers have ever faced. "Does that interest you? Bet you haven't face that many bad guys. Makes you wonder who the real professional is." However, his whole demeanor changed when he heard the comment on the name of their arch enemy. "For your information, 'Mr. Basil,' we do not give our enemies name calling. That just happens to be his name. He calls himself Fat Cat with pride, he makes his minions call him Fat Cat, so I don't see why we should call him any different."
What nerve! And as if he couldn't go any lower, Basil actually suggests that they couldn't handle a human? Chip was seeing red for a moment, but he wasn't one to jump to conclusion. He gave a deep sigh, and forced himself to be calm. "Now, what do you mean by that?" Chip asked when Basil didn't consider that Nimnul was a human. "That man, as you can clearly see in that picture, though ugly, is a normal sized human. Are you suggesting that we wouldn't be able to stop an individual of that stature?"
He gave himself a moment to think of a nice way to speak to Basil at this moment. "I don't believe I made myself perfectly clear. I'll repeat. As a Rescue Ranger, there is no problem to BIG, or too SMALL, for me to handle. Do you understand that, Basil? I hope you do, because you have yet to give me the impression that you're stupid."
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Oct 30, 2014 16:43:05 GMT -5
"It's an impressive list of accomplishments. Most would balk at taking on cats or.." He flicked through another page. "Alligators. Very well done."
Basil looked between a few of the photos as Chip explained the background of the two villains, seemingly upset at his interpretation of them. Nimul was the most shocking, considering it was taken from a high angle with the man using a stepladder to reach for something from a bottom shelf. Anyone seeing him for the first time by photograph might confuse him for a small mammal. The explanation that the other villain was literally named Fat Cat made a lot of sense. For now Basil held his tongue when Chip taunted him about the range and scale of his opponents. Quality over quantity after all, and Professor Ratigan could have any criminal in these files under his thumb in minutes.
"Fat Cat, colloquial term for an individual who uses his horded wealth for his own hedonism rather than put it to proper use? He does look like the type. Excuse me for the rash judgement."
As he packed everything away Chip once again made clear the mission statement of the Rescue Rangers. No case too big, no case too small. A very admirable attitude despite his temper. Though the detective didn't enjoy being challenged by the Ranger. He used his tail to snag the chipmunks wrist before turning to face him and inspecting his arm with both hands. A quick round of observation and deduction would prove his intelligence.
"Hmm, light bruising along the edge of the palm, you've repeatedly struck a hard and nearly hollow object with a closed fist on a....near daily basis for quite some time. A small amount of spirit gum is matted to your fur here indicating you make regular use of various disguises and from this mild chaffing around your wrists you've been captured quite a few times. Of course it is usually the best place to lull criminals into a false sense of security don't you find?" He released Chip's arm. "So what are you working on currently? I'd like to observe your field craft."
Until the others could be rounded up, Chip would have to have his recruitment moved on and added to the ranks of the Royal Agents. and what better way to get things going than to observe his work as he did it? Though Basil made a note later to determine logical places for the others to be. If he actually made it through this mission without himself and his temporary partner killing each other.
Basil's next comments caused Chip's temper to lighten as he smirked and crossed his arms. He didn't say it, but his face clearly made the statement 'That's more like it,' rather understandable.
"Well, the definition of the phrase 'Fat Cat' has always matched his personality. In other words, not a very likable guy, even in terms of cats. We've met nice cats, we've met other mean cats, and believe me, even in terms of mean cats, he's one of the worst." Chip noticed how focused this mouse seemed to be on the pictures. "Well, it doesn't seem like you get distracted very easily, do you? That's very impressive, I have to admit. That would be something that is valuable in your line of work, correct?"
The chipmunk squeaked when he was dragged over so that Basil could examine his hand. "What are you doing?!" he seemed angered again, but he just didn't know what Basil was up to. Regardless, the mouse seemed to ignore the chipmunk as he described the condition of the tiny fist. As he explained what he thought probably happened to cause Chip's hand to be the way it was, the chipmunk was speechless. This was incredible, because this was not something that happened often. It would take an incredible individual to do that, and before Chip had the chance to even comprehend what Basil was saying, he was at a lost for words. "How... How did you..?"
Trying to come up with an explanation of how Basil was capable of coming up to those conclusions faster than Chip could, which had never happened since he discovered his intellectual mind as a child, the chipmunk almost didn't catch Basil's question, but of course he did. "Huh? Oh, yes. Well, the only thing I was doing right now is looking up the Forever Stone, but if you find it necessary, we could check up on Professor Nimnul. You know, the human. Anyway, I didn't get too deep into it because I didn't have decent enough evidence to, but I'm almost convinced that he's up to something."
Chip walked over to the closest, (and if memory serves right, the only one in the room) window, allowed Basil to see out of it, and pointed at the pet store. "Everyday at noon, Nimnul enters that pet shop, and exits five minutes later. Sometimes he comes out with nothing, but usually he comes out with either bags of fish, or food for fish. I've also seen him take fish out of various lakes and rivers. I'm not sure exactly what he's up to, but whenever his plans involve... well anything strange, you know it's not good. If you like, you could assist me in figuring out what Nimnul plans to do with those fish, and if heinous enough, which it usually is, stop him. Other than that, I don't have anything in mind."
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Nov 2, 2014 17:12:47 GMT -5
"Focus is very important. Given your books and signs of sleep deprivation you think the same way" Basil replied after Chip was stunned by his deductive reading of his hands, though the mouse was wondering who the person was that had deserved such repeated violence from the chipmunk. "Observe everything, eliminate the impossible and you'll be left with the answer."
Chip relayed the information about his current case, one they could now make some headway on now that the two of them were working on it. Reaching into his pocket, Basil pulled out a collapsible telescope and looked out of the window at the pet shop while his other hand fished out a pocketwatch. Conveniently it was close to noon so it wouldn't be a long wait until Nimul turned up. Fish and fish food in large quantities, it wasn't much to go on for now and if they made any guesses now it would taint the investigation as they would try to squeeze any further clues into pre-conceived notions.
"How about we follow him when he arrives. I'd like to observe your modus operandi and with any luck neutralise another villain before he makes any progress."
Now this was the kind of case Basil could work with. Urban location, scientifically minded suspect, observant assistant who had already provided useful information and best of all no magic. Not that he didn't enjoy his other adventures in Rohandor, but this was a welcome change from humanoid panthers, tarot reading con men and bargains with the Greek underworld. Plus a field evaluation was a lot more exciting than a normal interview.
Chip seemed to hum silently, thinking much about Basil's unique gift of noticing tiny details. Chip could do this to a degree, but it took a lot of determination, and he didn't think that he could notice things quite as well as Basil could. Will he admit that to himself? Sure. Will he say that out loud to anyone? Probably not even Dale. Will that cause him to believe that Basil is a better detective than himself? Absolutely not.
Hearing what Basil wanted, Chip found himself getting excited. The field was his first element, and studying was only his second. It had been too long since he was in the field. Far too long. "If that's the case," he smirked. "Then we should beat Nimnul to the store. One of my strategies is to beat the bad guy to their destination. It doesn't always work, but when I know that he's probably gonna be here anyway, it's hard to see it fail."
Chip went to the door, and grabbed the knob before facing Basil. "Follow me, and keep up. If you get lost, that attention for detail will be good enough to get you back here, because I'm not going back for you." Chip opened the door and was out in a flash. He didn't have the luxury of the ship that Gadget took with her, and even if she did, Chip didn't really have the capabilities to drive the thing. So, they two rodents had to make due by foot, which was fine with him. Chip stopped for a moment on a branch and pointed to the location of the pet shop. "There it is, Basil." Chip declared. "You don't mind going on foot, do you?" Chip started sliding down the trunk of the tree with one destination in mind.
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Nov 6, 2014 18:32:15 GMT -5
"I'm afraid I left my hound back in London, parks get him far too excited, but by all means lead on."
Basil decided to hang back for now and simply follow Chip, though he displayed some slight amusement at the Ranger's insinuation that he'd have a hard time keeping up or might need help at some point. Basil had worked solo for years before he'd met Dawson, even if his manners had suffered because of it. If anything he expected Chip to require his help at some point in the case and would enjoy it when it happened. He checked the door as he left before climbing back down the tree.
"Interesting method. May I ask how you find out your target's destination in the first place?"
There were a few obvious answers, a network of street agents, witness statements from previous victims or a series of records on known criminals and the places they usually frequent. Basil wanted to hear Chip's answer to further rate his abilities. They crossed the park relatively quickly and ended up across the street from the pet shop with a few minutes to spare until noon. The detective was quite curious about what kind of crime could be carried out with large amounts of fish, though he had seen many unusual plots in his time.
"So does the Professor travel on foot or does he have transport? If we're stowing away with him I'd like to know ahead of time." Basil checked his watch and gave it a quick polish as they waited. "Perfect preparation prevents poor performance after all."
Thinking back to the photo Basil wondered what kind of transport Nimnul could actually use with his stature. Automobiles seemed to be the norm here compared to other Isles but the smaller man would need numerable adjustments to reach the pedals.
Chip strained himself from laughing. "You use a dog to get to your destinations?" He meant to say much more than that, but he didn't have any reliable vehicles ever since he went his separate ways with Gadget. So, he decided to play it smart and just go with what he already said.
"Well, it's not that hard to find things to do here, if there is any. I usually get information of cases that are too small for the police to worry about at the police station when people are begging them for help. Of course, they almost always turn out to be bigger than the police think they are, but because they never notice..." Chip had to stop himself. Lately the police had really been getting on his nerves every time they turned down a crying child looking for a pet, or a crying mother looking for her child, simply because there didn't seem to be anything wrong. Chip admitted that he did that himself one time, but as soon as the little chick started crying, he relented. Not the police. And every time he thought about it, it made him angry. That wasn't saying much, since Chip had a short fuse, but this was his biggest pet peeve.
"Anyway," Chip said, switching away from the topic of the police. "I'm on the look out a lot. It's always been a daily routine of mine. If there is any trouble, I'll see it, or I'll hear about it somewhere." The two rodents scurried across the street until they reached the street of the pet shop, just a few minutes before noon.
Chip actually never really thought about whether or not to enter a vehicle. "Well, it really depends on how close he is to his base. He must be fairly close by, because he goes on foot here. I find this scheme of his particularly strange since he usually has one of his weird robots, or whatever, steal things for him. Be prepared either way, though. We're gonna hitch a ride on his pocket."
Just as he finished that last sentence, he scurried inside the pet shop when he saw Nimnul walking down the street. "Be discreet, and don't let him see you. He's almost always aware that we're up to something when he sees us." Chip could hear a soft chuckle come from the throat of the crazy scientist. If it was possible, it seemed as though Nimnul had become even crazier after being released from the Forever Stone than before. Chip was now absolutely certain that Nimnul was up to something nasty. "Wait until he starts leaving the shop. He's going to buy something, most likely, and if he sticks his hand in his pocket and finds us, you know what will happen."
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Nov 8, 2014 15:52:01 GMT -5
"They're good cover in an urban or natural environment, they're superior trackers, good company and ward off enemies." Basil defended his choice of transport. "Or perhaps we should take the aircraft that I can guess only one of your team ever learned how to fly."
The mouse calmly followed Chip to the pet store, pulling a pencil and notepad from his pocket and taking notes on everything said along with interesting details from the area. The establishment was seemingly normal from the outside, large windowed storefront with various domesticated animals watching passers by and occasionally jumping at the glass when they saw someone they liked. A few cats patted the window at Basil as he climbed up to the ledge to look inside, thankfully they just seemed curious rather than hungry, plus their food bowls were well stocked.
"Well, they're only human, they tend to overlook the details. Afternoon ladies." He tipped his hat as a greeting to the pets and turned over a new page to start another series of notes. "So he's purchasing rather than stealing and doing it in person rather than through a third party. What does that tell you?"
The detective wanted to hear Chip's view on things to test his own train of thought, though Basil had a few ideas of his own. If a villain took on a task himself it was probably because he didn't trust others, if he secured resources through legitimate means then he didn't want to attract the attention of the law just yet and if he was at the store every day at noon then he was likely working to a timetable.
Chip directed his attention to the Professor, giving Basil the chance to tuck into a corner out of sight as he passed. Nimnul seemed a little more unhinged than his file let on. For now the Ranger had a good plan in mind to tag along when he was leaving and hide among his pockets or purchases when he was least likely to check them. Though the mouse did peek inside from his hiding place to get a better look at the target.
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Tony Dracon: Responded to your PM, Kat/Ratigan, incidentally.
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David Xanatos: Kat's back. Hope the vacation was fun.
Jul 21, 2018 21:00:05 GMT -5
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
Jul 26, 2018 12:34:56 GMT -5
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
Jul 26, 2018 23:17:31 GMT -5
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...
Jul 30, 2018 22:30:13 GMT -5
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!
Aug 2, 2018 19:10:23 GMT -5
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.
Aug 3, 2018 18:08:47 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: Dang! Nick Frost is great though, I love his character in Into the Badlands
Aug 4, 2018 22:54:36 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Enjoy your weekend Kat, hope the costumes came out as you wanted.
Aug 10, 2018 16:49:31 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Met Nick Frost and Michael Dorn at the weekend. Both very nice blokes.
Aug 13, 2018 15:22:59 GMT -5
Dodger: Happy 2019 everyone
Jan 1, 2019 10:54:04 GMT -5
Yen Sid: If anyone is passing by I posted a Hiatus update. Hope everyone is doing well!
Apr 18, 2021 11:31:09 GMT -5
Yen Sid: I've temporarily disabled account creation while I update the site. Sorry for the inconvenience and thanks for your patience!
May 9, 2021 18:31:45 GMT -5
Owen Burnett/Puck: Checked the site again and saw the update! Here's hoping to a revitalized 2022.
Dec 15, 2021 14:41:27 GMT -5