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You're From The Isle If Anybody Asks

First Awareness

Those used to this by now probably knew what it meant when they felt their magic return for a moment. For the rest, suddenly their powers were back. Just for a few minutes, but a lot could be done in a few minutes. If the person even noticed their powers were back, that is.

Of course those on the shore might have seen the hazy indistinct shape through the barrier coming closer, might have seen the moment the hole in the barrier opened. Might have seen King Ben leading people down a gangplank through the barrier with crates of supplies....

Unions, Re And Otherwise

Once the supplies were unloaded, the barrier was sealed up again. King Ben seemed to be in charge during the unloading, Once the barrier was closed again, by the green magic streaming from the Queen's finger, it was Mal who seemed to be in charge.

"Alright, listen up. We have 2 hours and the clock is ticking. I'm not FG but we're keeping to a deadline anyway. If you want to come to Auradon or know someone you want us to bring back, you have 2 hours to convince us. You and everyone else, sharing the same 2 hours. Along with anyone who has a supply request for our next visit, or updates. Those of you bringing supplies to the school, time to get cracking. Two hours passes faster than midnight at the ball."

Those Who Left

(Please TL Here for boat and Auradon Shenanigans. TY)

Those What Remain

Once those going back to Auradon had left and the barrier was back in place, it was for those who remained on the Isle to sort the supplies and figure out how to get done everything that needed to be done with the people that remained.

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Foulques didn't quite understand all the terms Ian used, but he thought he got the gist of it at least. "An 'NDA' is a... labor contract of some sort, correct?", he said. "And this company wished you to lend your expertise to testing their new product before sending it to market." Which the NDA would conflict with somehow apparently. Perhaps they'd taken a position with a rival firm?

"And I don't expect I'll need most of those features, assuming you manage to get the network functioning again. 'Doomscrolling' in particular sounds unpleasant. Linkpearls and linkshells are only for communication, and so long as these phones do the same, that will likely be sufficient for my needs, though Chara might well enjoy the games. The mammet I mentioned might as well, but his hands are somewhat bulky and may be ill suited to working with such a small device."

"NDA is a nondisclosure agreement. Basically a signed oath that I won't share certain information that I am privy to and that I won't let it be found out through negligence either. So a new tech device used for communication is not allowed where it might accidentally record or transmit."

"We'll see what features we can get working and what we can't. I can't say anyone actually enjoys doomscrolling. It is kind of like wearing something that is slowly getting tighter and tighter until you can't breathe, but it happened so slowly and subtly you didn't notice until it was almost too late. But I don't think we have enough people here to even make that sort of content viable."

Foulques nodded his understanding. "Yes, I can see how a device meant specifically to share information might cause problems for someone who's sworn not to do so," he said. "Rest assured that I won't attempt to force you to violate your oath, even if whatever information it's protecting would likely be irrelevant to most here."

They passed through the small courtyard and approached- what one might call if they were being extremely charitable- the school building. Foulques paused a moment before going in, indicating the odd flowers growing by one of the doomstones; being the only real plant life about aside from the brambles and a few sad clumps of still brown weeds, they stood out. "Have care not to touch those flowers if you come outside," he said. "They're poisonous. Thus far they've resisted all attempts at removal, so I intend to ask if any in your group have knowledge of plants that may be helpful in rooting them out."

"Good luck with that. I haven't ever seen flowers like that." They shrugged. "Hopefully someone will have an answer though."

Foulques nodded, then led the way inside. The hallways were as covered in graffiti as they'd always been- some of it genuinely artistic, but most of it a series of overlapping crudely scrawled words and pictures that turned the walls into a colorful jumble-, but were at least free of trash, thanks to Sun. So they had no trouble making their way through the hallways, passing the room Foulques shared with Chara and Sun, until Foulques came to a halt in front of a room a few doors down on the opposite side.

"This room will likely serve as well as any, and better than some," he said. Upon looking inside, Ian would see that it had likely been an office of some sort, though whose was impossible to tell at a glance. A battered leather chaise took up about half of one wall, and somewhat rickety-looking desk and one-armed office chair took up a decent chunk of the floorspace. A battered filing cabinet in the corner might give them an idea of who the office normally belonged to, but otherwise the room was remarkably uncluttered. Whether that was its normal state or whether anything small enough to be easily carried off had been taken by one of the remaining 'teachers' or tidied away by Sun was impossible to tell.

What its relatively spartan state revealed though, was several visible electrical outlets. Foulques set his load down inside on the floor. "Not much of a room, but it does have more places to plug in charging cords or the like than most in this poor excuse for a school," he said. "Which, given all your equipment, will likely be needed."

"Yeah, the outlets will absolutely help. I do have some extension cords but... I am wishing I had brought some extra bedding, even if the colours absolutely do not work well together." Ian offered a small head shake. "Well, if nothing else I will be very motivated to work swiftly and get done as soon as possible."

Which didn't mean no gaming. Just... less gaming.

Foulques would be the first to hear the animatronic jester's approach: he was singing something softly to himself in a way that others might call under his breath, at least if he'd had any breath. He wasn't bothering with lyrics, just amusing himself with the tune as he went about his business, ducking into another room nearby to set something somewhere... and then paused in the hall again, quiet as Ian spoke.

The bells on his hands and feet jingled only softly as he stepped up into the doorway, pausing only for a second to look the two over. Foulques, he already knew. But this other person....

"Oh! Hi there, new friend!" It took him two steps to cover what most humans would travel in three or four, putting him right between the door and Ian....

"It's nice to meet you! I'm Sun! Or Sun, or Sun, or Sunny, or Sun, or Sunshine, or something like that!" Ah, so he still hadn't caught on yet that the translation magic made his attempts to offer up his name in other languages... not quite work as intended.

And situational awareness, and realizing that his huge grinning mask-like faceplate might not be what they wanted to see? HAH. Nope. Not this bot!

"There may be a spare blanket among those that were sent to us," he said to Ian. "I'll have a look once everything is settled."

He might have said more, but it was about then that he picked up the sounds of Sun's approach. Well, this made things easier. He actually stepped aside slightly to allow Sun to enter the room, trying not to look too amused at what he suspected was about to happen. Hopefully the fact that he was at least calm would be helpful to Ian. Maybe.

"This is, as he said, Sun," he said to Ian. "He's the mammet I mentioned to you. While he can be a bit... odd, he's quite harmless as he is now, I assure you."

What was that sound? Ian pushed it from their mind as they started putting stuff aside. Probably just someone passing by. Until the voice addressed them. Ian turned, expecting someone else of more or less human height. So being loomed over suddenly by the large animatronic...

Ian jumped back, tripping over their own feet and falling to land hard on the floor up against the desk. "What the Cuphead?!" They exclaimed, shocked, panting, eyes wide. But the friendly words were at least starting to cut through and help a little... A little.

Mammet sounded like a small cute furry creature not a giant looming animatronic out of some nightmare Disney dark ride!

"Oh, is this floor still a little slippery? Sorry about that! I can try getting it again...." He crouched, looming closer in doing so, and extended a big hand... maybe Ian would like a bit of help back to standing?

Foulques had the courtesy not to laugh, but he did give an amused smirk. Most mammets in the lancer's own world were very similar to what Ian was thinking, but Sun was nothing if not unique. And no other mammet he'd seen had half as much personality, for better or worse. He wasn't sure which of those this qualified as, but it was definitively funnier for it.

"The floor is just fine, Sun," Foulques said. "I believe Ian was simply... surprised at your appearance."

"Not to sound like Roger or anything but... you look familiar." In perhaps the worst possible way. Creepy as anything but not in a Dark Souls or Elden Ring way but then... wait... why was their mind fixated on video games? Help from the subconscious?

Maybe it was a creepypasta story! Could've been creepypasta, right? .....Right?

"Oh! Do you have small kids, maybe?" He tilted his head, spinning it just a few degrees in place. Why would a creepypasta robot be asking about little kids? That couldn't be good, right?

"Because if you've ever been to the Pizzaplex...."

Now, now, Sun and the other bots could hardly be held responsible for their creator's sense of design aesthetics. Or lack thereof, depending on your point of view.

But regardless one's personal taste, Ian claiming Sun looked familiar caught Foulques' interest. Perhaps they were from the same world? "Sun and a number of his fellow mammets lived and worked at the establishment he mentioned. Judging from what I saw in the visions some time back and what Sun has described to me, it's a sort of indoor carnival, with all manner of games, music, shops, and amusements, all bright lights and gaudy colors. Sun in particular worked in the daycare, looking after some of the Pizzaplex's youngest guests. And doing so quite well, by all accounts, though no thanks to the useless louts who were meant to be working with him."

Edited 2025-04-29 00:22 (UTC)

"Pizza...plex.... Oh no. Please tell me you're not from a Five Nights at Freddie's game..." Ian said, a little pale. What a time to learn they had wasted their time on things like work when it turned out playing more indie games could have saved their life....

"No, I'm from the Daycare. And I haven't heard of any games anywhere in the whole Pizzaplex that last past half an hour, let alone five nights." He paused slightly. "Or... days? Wouldn't that have to be days? The place isn't open to the public at night." He was still confused, rays sinking a little bit back into his head.

As much as he'd gotten a bit of amusement out of watching Ian's initial reaction to Sun, that comment and the way Sun wilted a bit at how frightened Ian seemed rather soured the joke. He cleared his throat in the somewhat pointed way that one did when they wished to gently call attention to themselves and shift the focus of the conversation, stepping forward to offer Ian a hand up himself. "Might I remind you of what I said a few moments ago?", he said, his tone still mildly pointed. "Those who you meet here are people, not characters, however similar they may seem to those you know of."

The point hopefully made, his tone softened slightly. "There is no need to fear; Sun is quite harmless, I assure you, even if his appearance can be rather... surprising at first. The issue is with his counterpart, Moon; unlike Sun, Moon is... unstable, to put it mildly. He is why we need help from someone with your expertise."

"Yes, sorry it's just... A lot." Ian pushed to their feet. "Sorry. Just... back home there is a game called Five Nights at Freddie's about a kid that gets trapped in a pizza place or something and all the animatronics try to kill him, or something. I never played myself, but picked up some through cultural osmosis. Sorry."

Sun took a step backwards, pulling his hand away and settling into his usual crouched stance once more, since his help clearly wasn't needed. ...A bit lower than his usual stance, even, his eye level a bit under Ian's, rays settling at being about half inside his head. Imposing? Him? nah, he was staying down low, letting the two in the room with him have the height-advantage, if subtly so.

"Why would someone make a game about that? People make up awful things enough as it is, and then we're the ones they--" He cut himself off at that, giving a sighing sound and glancing down for a second. He pretty clearly made an effort to set that train of thought aside, making an effort to go back to his original cheerful tone. "No one's interested in hurting anybody."

He seemed to hesitate, but then didn't voice whatever thought might've crossed his mind there.

"I don't know," Foulques admitted to Sun. "It doesn't sound especially entertaining to me, but to each their own, I suppose."

"In any case, perhaps I should introduce the two of you properly. Ian, this is Sun. He's the mammet I spoke to you of on the way inside, and it's largely thanks to him that much of the school is now free of trash; as he's not especially suited for outdoor work, he's busied himself tidying up inside, and has been quite diligent at his work. Occasionally a bit too much so, to the point that he sometimes doesn't come back to recharge in a timely fashion." And by sometimes, he meant most times, but he didn't want to embarrass the mammet.

"Sun, this is Dr. Ian Wright. They're an expert on technology and programming, and will be staying on the Isle for a time for the purpose of trying to restore proper lines of communication with the mainland. While they're here, however, they've also agreed to lend their aid with regards to Moon's situation. How much, if anything, can be done remains to be seen, but given the crucial task the young King as entrusted them with, I believe it's safe to say we may have every confidence in their skills."

"Sometimes it is fun to play a scary game to make real life feel less bad. Very few people can get hurt in real life from a computer game. So it is a safe way to experience all sorts of things. Like riding a roller coaster to feel a thrill, even though you know you are reasonably safe. Scary games are like that. I mean I never played that one, but there are few things less heart pounding than soloing a From Software game."

"And yeah, I'm happy to help so long as you're not trying to kill anyone."

"Yeah." He was quiet again, not keeping up the fake cheer so much after all. Those rays around his head hadn't really come back out yet, nor was he standing up any taller. "I-- ....yeah." Yeah, that was really the point, wasn't it? Also hopefully not enough of a chicken-and-egg situation as to make things trickier than they needed to be. This Ian person was already associating him with scary games, and... yeah. Yeah, he'd just have to keep his big mouth shut, wouldn't he.

"...I'd appreciate it." A slight pause. "Is there anything I could help you with?"

Foulques made a noncommittal sound of acknowledgement. "Mmm... as you say," he said to Ian "Though perhaps I'm the wrong sort of person to appreciate such things. My world is quite frightening and dangerous enough by times that I've never felt the need to seek out imagined dangers on top of it."

As for Sun's awkward offer, he suggested, "Perhaps you could help Ian set up their equipment?" He glanced between the two of them to see if either had any objections to the idea. "You'd certainly be of more help than I would at such a task, and it would give the two of you a chance to get acquainted." And leave him free to pursue other tasks that needed done before the boat left.

"Ah... sure. And while we get things set up maybe you can tell me more about what I am expected to fix...?"

And hopefully this will give Ian a chance to calm down and let their heart resume a regular pace. It really was a shame Ben wasn't here, Ben was the one who was good with all of this.

"Well...." He looked down a little, barely steepling his fingertips, sinking another inch. Those rays might've been trying to hide just a bit more. "....It's Moon. I mean-- I'm Moon. Or I'm supposed to be...? Like if you wore a different shirt, you'd still be you. Except... now? Ever since I went to look for someone that shouldn't have been hiding out in the bathroom while the Pizzaplex was closed... and it hurt for some reason... something's been wrong, and now... it's like Moon's not me any more."

He hesitated briefly, fidgeting, lowering his gaze more to his hands as he rubbed at some little spot of dirt on the back of one of his fingers. He quieted a little more. "...And it scares me. And I know Moon scares everyone else now, too. I'm not supposed to be all scary. Not unless someone's been bad. Like, gotta call security kinds of bad."

The way in which he barely moved his head was the only thing that gave away that he'd probably only done so, so that he could peek up at Ian to see their reaction to that. "...And I don't know how to fix myself. Not when it's something like this. Or I would've done it already."

Edited (accidentally a word) 2025-05-01 06:14 (UTC)

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