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 Gadget Hackwrench on Feb 25, 2015 18:35:55 GMT -5
On the edge of the small airfield outside the city was a rusted bomber. It rested there at an angle, one wing bent and broken. Its orange paint was rusting off and the grass had grown up tall around it. The man who ran the private airfield had always meant to get rid of it, but never seemed to make the time. He considered it junk, but if he were to ever walk out and investigate, he would certainly be surprised by what was inside.
Gadget Hackwrench lived inside the bomber. It was more than a home, it was a safe house. She'd lost track of how many booby traps she'd set, both inside and outside the plane.
The cock pit was relatively trap-free. This is where she lived and worked. Today, she'd cracked the windows to let in a nice breeze and she had the radio on while she worked.
The petite little mouse was currently working on what could only be described as a robot made entirely out of found materials from around the airfield. The body was made out of an old lantern. Gadget had removed the bulb and the innards and had made a cock-put of types inside the glass cylinder. She had also added six robotic legs and and arms with pinchers on the ends.
She was crouched by one of the robotic arms now, using a modified lighter as a blow torch to weld pieces together. She had her goggles on to protect her eyes from the light and her long blond hair was safely tied in a pony tail behind her head.
A new song started to play on the radio and Gadget's soft pink ears twitched at the familiar tune. She started humming along as she worked.
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Feb 25, 2015 19:22:13 GMT -5
After a very close success with his recruitment of the Rescue Ranger Chip, Basil was asked to deliver a similar summons to the other members of his team and try to reunite them (or at least convince them to resume the fight for justice). The second chipmunk Dale, the mouse Monterey Jack and the fly Zipper were still hard to pin down given their lack of a fixed abode so the best lead was the former residence of team mechanic, vehicle operator and technical expert Gadget Hackwrench. From what Basil had learned she was the daughter of an old travelling companion of Monterey and a cornerstone of the Rescue Rangers, though apparently had her eccentricities.
The airplane wreck seemed an impressive base of operations by most standards, access to a ready supply of metal from other wrecks and close to a major transportation hub. Given his roots in Victorian London Basil wasn't exactly familiar with air travel, but the basic idea seemed familiar to Leonardo Da Vinci's work (humans were occasionally impressive in their ingenuity). After circling the downed craft Basil found what seemed to be an entrance built into part of the hull. Fixing his hat and coat (he'd opted for the brown today) to look presentable he knocked a few times to gain attention.
"Miss Hackwrench?"
On delivering another knock the door opened slightly, leaving the detective to take the risk of looking inside. The interior of the plane was impressive, but rather lethal looking considering the series of knives, hammers, gun barrels and other traps covering one side of the hall to the other.
"Good lord. She must be under some kind of siege."
Erring on the side of caution, Basil decided to stay back for now rather than set off the various tripwires and pressure pads in some example of foolhardy rushing. He pulled the summons letters from his pocket as he closed the door.
"Miss Hackwrench? I have an important message for you."
As the mouse closed the door a small cloud of dust hit him in the face provoking a frantic nose twitching before a minor sneeze. Basil froze on hearing a strain of wire and chains as the hair trigger mechanisms were all set off, launching a series of projectiles and weapons back and forth across the vehicle. Thankfully by staying still he avoided most of them, seemingly the main target was for intruders who had got further down the hallway.
"Oh dear....Miss Hack-" A final knife shot down the hallway, striking the hat from the detectives head and leaving him standing stock still and wide eyed. "...Wrench?"
Post by Gadget Hackwrench on Feb 25, 2015 19:37:18 GMT -5
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BIC-
Gadget felt the vibrations of the safe falling and turned off her blow torch. Odd. it had been a very long time since anyone had come by. Maybe the ropes holding the safe had given out?
Her ears swiveled this way and that as she listened to the distinct sounds of her final traps being sprung. The hallow thud of a hammer, the whoosh of the fire extinguisher, the pop of the nail gun. She held up her hand and counted down from five.
… four… three… two… one...
She perfectly timed the end of the ruckus as the last net fell from the ceiling. Part of her was deeply satisfied that everything had gone off-- it would take days to put it all back in place.
Gadget stood up, in no particular hurry, and brushed off her purple pants. She expected this to be a false alarm (and even if it wasn't, her guest had probably run away or been trapped in a net), so when she made her way through a small hole in the wall and looked out over the wreckage, she was very surprised to see a mouse standing there.
And this strange mouse wasn't mangled OR trapped-- another surprise. Gadget glanced around, picked up a nearby "crossbow" that was made out of a rubber band, a paperclip, and a match stick, and aimed it at Basil. She fired, sending the match stick shooting across the distance between them. It hit still another switch on the wall directly to his left and set off one final trap-- a net that happened to be right above Basil's head. Gadget watched the net fall, making a mental note to inspect why it had not triggered with all the others.
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Feb 26, 2015 19:49:13 GMT -5
When Basil had recovered from the momentary paralysis brought on by a knife shooting past him he turned to retrieve his deerstalker, currently lodged into the wall. After gathering himself he turned to retrieve it, gripping the human sized utensil with both hands and trying to extract it from the wall to save his headgear. If the traps were this lethal then Miss Hackwrench must be trying to defend herself from a major hostile force. and damned if Basil was going to help out in less than full regalia.
A snapping of rubber came from behind him, followed by wood splintering on the wall next to him. Basil turned to look at the source of the attack just as he gave one mighty tug and pulled the knife free. He stumbled a few inches down the hallway still holding the weapon, trying to avoid any more triggers for any other traps. When he'd stopped he noticed a mouse clad in purple work overalls at the other side of the plane arming her own projectile weapon, certainly Gadget Hackwrench in the flesh. and he was standing in her home holding a weapon....
"Ah, good afternoon Miss Hackwrench, I have a.." Basil stopped for a second as a net dropped from the ceiling and rooted him in place. "...message for you."
Well this could have gone better. Basil pulled his hat from the end of the knife point and dropped the blade. Clearly he was going to have to earn her trust after having come into her home looking like a hostile intruder. For now he re donned his hat an straightened out his clothing as best he could under the circumstances. He'd just open dialogue and extract himself from this situation through diplomacy before he extracted himself from the net physically.
Post by Gadget Hackwrench on Feb 26, 2015 20:11:19 GMT -5
Gadget would have normally taken a very precise route to avoid setting off her salesman traps, but seeing as nearly all of them were already triggered, she took a more direct route (though she did have to skirt around a meat cleaver and a pick ax).
Walking up to Basil, she observed him a moment through her goggles. He had an air about him that reminded her of Chip. A seriousness, a focus, a confidence of someone accustomed to being the leader. He was also much taller than she was. Eyeing the hole in the wall where the knife had lodged, Gadget noted that it was just a little too high to be of any really use as a Salesman Trap. She'd have to recalculate the angle when she set it back up.
"Sorry about your hat," Gadget said, pushing her goggles up so they rested on top of her head like a headband. Turning back to Basil, she shook her bangs out of her eyes. "I wasn't expecting any visitors."
She hitched her shoulders in a shrug, as if this statement perfectly explained the excessive security measures, and gave him a soft smile. While Basil was in the net, she felt safe enough to talk to him, at least.
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Feb 27, 2015 22:31:02 GMT -5
The owner of the dwelling, Miss Gadget Hackwrench just as she looked in the Rescue Rangers photograph, had just confronted Basil while he was still trapped. A quick study of her painted a rather confusing picture for the detective. Workers overalls and goggles, both with slight stains but in a shade of lavender purple showing that she kept some feminine habits despite carrying out work that most would consider a masculine pursuit. With her improvised projectile weapon she looked ready for a fight, but her demeanour was pleasant, even apologetic about the series of deadly implements guarding her home.
"Oh, no problem at all. They're made for durability." Basil brushed off her concerns, wiggling his ears slightly to test for any holes in his hat. "I apologise for deploying your countermeasures early. From the amount you've clearly been warding off a large hostile force."
The detective reached for his inner pocket, slowly so he wouldn't look like he was going for a weapon and face execution by rubber propelled matchstick. He withdrew the letters he'd brought for Gadget, closed with a Royal Seal stamped into wax. Inside was the usual letters and amulet that would grant the proper recipient the authority to act as an Agent of Mousedom and protect the free people and just rulers of Rohandor against villains large and small. Most small heroes such as the Rescue Aid Society, Cinderella's mouse companions and Basil and Dawson had already received theirs from the Queen herself at a palace gathering, but more were being granted the honour every day. The Rescue Rangers were thought to have the potential to be a fine addition to their ranks.
"My name is Basil of Baker Street. Detective and Agent of the Crown at your service." He performed his usual introductory bow as best he could while still under the net before trying to pass the envelope through a gap in the chords. "and this is for you Miss Hackwrench."
Post by Gadget Hackwrench on Feb 27, 2015 23:37:28 GMT -5
A large hostile force?
Gadget looked over her shoulder at the mess all her traps had made. "Hmm… something like that," she blushed realizing that she might have gotten a little carried away. At the time she had been setting it up it had all felt completely necessary.
Looking back at Basil now, her eyes lit up when he said he was a detective. Without thinking she said, "A Detective! Are you here on a case?"
Gadget took the envelope from him and ran her fingers over the royal stamp. Basil wasn't a salesman after all. With a sinking feeling, she began to realize she may have made a mistake.
"Oh… Here, let me help. I'll have you out in a jiffy."
She put the envelope aside and helped lift the edge of the net up so Basil could climb out from under. Once he was free, she looked up at him, and held out her hand to shake his.
"Nice to met you, Basil of Bakerstreet. Please call me Gadget."
Picking up the envelope, she motioned for him to follow her.
"Come with me. Are you hungry?"
She led him through the remains of her traps and back into the cockpit of the old plane. Taking the envelope over to the tin can that served as a table she carefully opened it and started pulling out the documents within.
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Feb 28, 2015 21:16:02 GMT -5
Basil didn't miss the blush or her unsure reply about who the traps were intended for, but decided not to press the issue for now. His ego was a little stroked at her reaction to his introduction, though not as much as it would have been if she'd heard of him by name and reputation. Perhaps Chip didn't call ahead.
"Well, not so much a case Miss Hackwrench. More of a recruitment. Oh, thank you kindly"
Gadget's removal of the net indicated that he'd at least garnered enough trust to move around unbound within her home, he lifted the trap from his side and climbed out before returning the offered handshake. Despite the small armory launched his way she was more welcoming than her Chipmunk friend, offering him some food while they talked.
"If it's no trouble. I don't mean to impose Miss Hackwre..Gadget."
The detective followed the inventor, making sure to follow her route exactly and avoid any further traps within her home. He did take note that her furnishings were made from human items, some with slight modifications to better suit their new role and others serving their purpose as was. Very similar to the treehouse that served as the Rescue Rangers headquarters. Basil made a mental note to at least introduce them to a few stores in London, perhaps they could pick up home comforts more suited and made to order.
"Well, this may be a bit sudden. I'm here to invite you, and by extension the other members of your team, to join the ranks of a global network of agents dedicated to protecting the free world and serving the cause of justice."
Post by Gadget Hackwrench on Feb 28, 2015 22:27:21 GMT -5
"Its no trouble." She put the documents down.
While Basil looked around and explained why he had come, she was busy in her little kitchen area. She mixed them up some lemonade with water and some drink mix and ducked into her pantry to find some kind of snack. Nearly all of Gadget's food consisted of MREs or food raided from a vending machine by the airport's office. She chose a pack of cheese crackers and broke one of them up into more manageable sizes for the mice. She brought it all over to her table and poured him a drink.
When he mentioned the team, she assumed he meant the Rescue Rangers and offered him a sad smile. "You're about a year too late for that… The Rescue Rangers don't exist any more."
Gadget looked back at the papers he'd given her and picked up the amulet. Turning it over in her hands, she tilted her head. "A global network of agents. Like the Rescue Aid Society?" She carefully sat the amulet down. "Someone from RAS came out here once, to see if I'd join. … they didn't make it past the garden sheers." She paused, realizing how this sounded. "He wasn't hurt, he just said I was crazy and left." To this she smiled and shrugged. "What are we supposed to be protecting the world from, anyway?"
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Mar 1, 2015 20:08:48 GMT -5
"Thank you." Basil accepted the drink and a small portion of the food, looking around astounded at the home that had been built inside the aircraft. Quite a few projects and inventions seemed to be under development, some that he couldn't quite fathom the purpose of. and all apparently put together with human sized work tools.
"While your team may be separated, I'll wager that your thirst for adventure and willingness to fight for what's right and just is still going strong. I've already met and worked with with your ally Mister Chip, he seems willing to reform the team if the rest of you are. I think he does miss you all."
Chip, no surname to speak of but aptly named given his membership of the genus Tamias. Basil had met him at the Rescue Rangers headquarters while trying to recruit the team and joined him on a case against a mad scientist by the name of Nimnul. The detective had found Chip somewhat temperamental when facing criticism, reluctant to follow others and stubborn when he didn't get to do things his way. Naturally Basil did not notice the irony in listing these traits as faults in others when he had them too. Still, Chip seemed a solid investigator with good organisational skills, perhaps he just needed his team back to balance things.
"Well, as you know the world has changed recently. The new Kingdoms and lands, a blend of past present and future. Creatures once thought to be mythological. New and once thought lost technologies and.....magic." He added the last part reluctantly.
"The villains you faced, no matter what state you last saw them in, are likely back and ready to resume their schemes. They're joined by rogues from every new realm in what has become of the world. Agents like myself, the Rescue Aid Society and hopefully yourself and the other Rangers, are needed to help protect the world against these villains."
Post by Gadget Hackwrench on Mar 3, 2015 19:15:37 GMT -5
Gadget fidgeted with the ribbon on the amulet. Chip? He'd talked to Chip? And he… missed the Rangers?
Gadget knew *she* certainly did. Almost every day. She cast a glance over to a small out-of-the way table made out of game dice and an old coaster. There were two photos sitting on the table-- one of her father, and one of herself and the other Rangers. The one with the Rescue Rangers was turned away, facing the wall. When she did think of them, it was always to remember the adventures they had gone on. She had never considered that they would get back together or… that any of them were missing her as much as she was missing them.
Her pink ears twitched and she realized Basil was talking again. Looking back at the other mouse, Gadget tried to catch to what he was saying. New Kingdoms? Mythological creatures? Magic? Long-lost villains back in business?
She laughed softly. "… Is this a joke?" The papers, the story, the handsome stranger at her door telling crazy stories… maybe she was dreaming?
Gadget had been shut up in the old Bomber for over a year. She hadn't set one foot outside the airfield. She hadn't flown a plane in that long either. If the world had changed, she hadn't noticed.
"… Cuz if it is, its not a very good one." She gave him a sympathetic smile, wondering if maybe one of her salesman traps really HAD hit him on the head.
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Mar 4, 2015 20:49:20 GMT -5
"Joke?" Basil's nose twitched in confusion as Gadget seemed to laugh off everything he said like she was humoring a mental patient.
"Miss Hackwrench this is no joke. I....well." He struggled for a second to apply reasoning and evidence to trying to prove the massive change in the layout of the globe and magic. Some difficulty was expected.
"Well, take myself for example. I happen to be from a version of London straight out of the 19th Century. What you would consider Victorian London."
Not quite what he was hoping.
"Would you believe that on a recent expedition to the African continent I was nearly swallowed by a BIPEDAL leopard from a lost city? Only...I couldn't actually show you one of them due to the difficulty in bringing a specimen with me."
This wasn't going too well so far. Basil folded his arms and tried to come at the problem in a different manner.
"How about the attacks just a few months back by what witnesses called the Headless Horseman? Several cities were nearly burned to the ground."
Probably not the best idea considering Basil had been occupied on other matters at the time. He hadn't actually seen the Horseman himself and only heard of it from second hand sources. This was most frustrating. The detective slumped chin first onto the tin can table, a defeated look in his eyes as he gazed upwards at Gadget.
Post by Gadget Hackwrench on Mar 4, 2015 21:33:18 GMT -5
Gadget listened patiently while Basil tried to come up with "proof" for what he was saying. She took a sip of her lemonade, watching him over the rim of her cup.
When he drew attention to himself as an example, she shook her head. Frankly he was dressed up like a detective from one of Chip's mystery novels… so that wasn't in itself anything fantastical. When he brought up Africa and anthropomorphic animals, Gadget's smile widened at his creativity and she shook her head again.
Headless horseman? Burning cities? If that had happened, they hadn't said anything about it on the radio she listened to. … then again, she'd been listening to a lot of latino music. They could have talked about it in great length, for all Gadget knew. She didn't speak Spanish. So… strike three.
His frustrated expression made her laugh softly and she covered her mouth with her hand. "I'm sorry its just… Well I guess I don't get out much. I haven't seen anything at all out of the ordinary around here."
"Is there anything I can say to convince you?"
Gadget paused, considering it. Then, she got an idea. Her eyes lit up and her ears lifted. "I know! You can SHOW me!" She grinned, leaving the table. She motioned for him to follow and went back out into the rear section of the wrecked bomber.
The blonde mouse went over to the wall where a number of ropes were tied off. She hummed to herself for a second, selected a knot, and gave the rope a tug. The knot came loose and the rope unravelled and disappeared up into the heights of the bomber. There came a series of creaks and thuds as old gears and pulleys came to life.
Slowly, the Ranger Wing lowered from where it had been stored high above. Unlike the Ranger Plane which relied on an inflated balloon to help stay aloft, this one was more like a cross between a plane and a helicopter. Gadget had built it herself. She waved away a cloud of dust as the plane settled on the ground and sighed.
"Well, I'll give it a quick bath." Turning to Basil, she smiled. "Not afraid of heights, are ya?"
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Post by Basil of Baker Street on Mar 5, 2015 19:01:11 GMT -5
"Show you?"
Basil looked up, that is he raised his eyes up while he was still face down on the table in humiliation and defeat. Gadget seemed amused by his dismay which only made things worse, though at least she was kind enough not to make fun of him.
At least she had an idea as to how he could prove his story rather than dismiss him entirely or leave him at the mercy of her gauntlet of traps on his way out. So, be thankful for small miracles. The detective followed Gadget as she instructed him to follow her. Maybe she had some maps or a telescope somewhere, they could compare the old maps to new landmarks and that would be definitive proof.
"Thank you for your patience in this matter Miss Hackwrench, I understand if my story is somewhat unbelievable for a fellow scientifically minded mouse."
The sounds of the pulleys and gears overhead caught his attention. Basil scurried aside, almost having walked underneath the designated landing site for the object currently dropping into the room. and what an object it was. A mouse sized version of what seemed to be an aerial vehicle similar to the one she had built her home in. Cobbled together out of several human items and with room for what was presumably the whole roster of Rescue Rangers. Truly it was an astounding piece of transportation.
"Heights? Oh, I have no such problem with heights. Why one time I had to slow my descent while plummeting from Big Ben with the remains of a pedal powered hot air balloon."
He walked around the Ranger Wing, giving the propellers a test spin and coughing violently as a cloud of dust covered his head.
"Yes, maybe a thorough bathing would help before getting airborne."
Post by Gadget Hackwrench on Mar 5, 2015 19:49:36 GMT -5
Gadget climbed up on top of the Ranger Wing and dropped down into the pilot's seat.
"I've heard a lot of crazy-sounding stories. … magic carpets, aliens, mind control, robot cats… No matter how crazy it sounds, I'll still hear you out."
She flipped a few switches and pumped the pedals. Nothing happened, just as she expected. Still, it was worth a shot. She climbed back out and dropped down towards the rear of the plane, popping open a hatch in the back to reveal three AA Batteries.
"Big Ben?" She stepped to the side so she could see him, holding one of the big batteries in her arms. "You managed to get lift by manually peddling?" Her eyebrows vanished into her bangs. It was impressive. And quick thinking, too.
When he spun the propeller (which happened to be a popsicle stick) and got dust all over she laughed freely. "Sorry-- Its been a long time since I've had her down." Gadget sat the battery down and reached up to pull out the next.
"I have a--" She paused to pull and pop the battery free, "A hose, rolled up over there." She nodded in the direction of what was some type of medical tubing that ran down out a small hole in the wall and out into a bucket that caught rainwater outside the plane. "If you pump that lever a few times, to get the water flowing, we'll have her cleaned up in no time."
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?
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Professor Ratigan: I'm cosplaying Pearl from Steven Universe and Joseph Joestar from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure!
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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.
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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
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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.
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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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Basil of Baker Street: Enjoy your weekend Kat, hope the costumes came out as you wanted.
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Basil of Baker Street: Met Nick Frost and Michael Dorn at the weekend. Both very nice blokes.
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