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ihateplumbers) wrote in
smash_logs2013-06-29 03:15 pm
The Turtle-King's Foul Plan: Day of Confusion! Day of Terror! Into the Ghost House! Into Our Fears!
Who: Bowser, Peach, Interested Parties
What: Bowser Kidnapped Peach!!! Oh no!!
Where: A weird building that appeared overnight next to campus
When: The evening of Sat. June 29
Warnings: Ghosts!

Oh, it says 'Ghost House'; that's probably just for fun.
What: Bowser Kidnapped Peach!!! Oh no!!
Where: A weird building that appeared overnight next to campus
When: The evening of Sat. June 29
Warnings: Ghosts!

Oh, it says 'Ghost House'; that's probably just for fun.

KIDNAPPING IS A GO
DANG
But before there could have been an answer, Peach opened the door. Then she almost-nearly shut the door, leaving just enough room for herself to peak one eye through the sliver she left open.
"What can I help you with, Bowser?"
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A shyguy holding a... kitten(???) followed in after him.
"I came to give you this kitten, Princess," said Bowser in a sweet voice.
"Give the lady the kitten," ordered Bowser in a less-sweet voice.
The shyguy waddled up and held the kitten out to Peach.
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She looked down at the shyguy holding a kitten, and her nervous expression softened considerably. It was so adorable.
"What's the occasion?" she asked, before taking the kitten from the shyguy. She did lean down to pet it, though.
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"You being so beautiful," said Bowser, who was telling a lie of omission.
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Not entirely sure what to make of that reply, Peach simply frowned. And continued petting the cat instead of taking it.
"Well, thank you. She's absolutely darling."
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The shyguy pulled a vial he was hiding behind the kitten.
SLEEPING POTION TO THE FACE.
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The next thing you're aware of, you wake up in a kitchen in a shack somewhere with Bowser staring dreamily at you from across a kitchen table.
"Good morning, my sweety Peachy."
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There, indeed, was Bowser sitting across from Peach at a kitchen table. Not feeling quite as dreamy, she huffed and crossed her arms at him.
"I should have known you weren't just being thoughtful!"
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"I think about me and what I want all the time."
He waved his claws at the weird kitchen around them. "Right now, I want a cake baked by your lovely hands."
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"Well, I don't want to make you one." Although she didn't want to get herself into any more trouble than she was already in! "...At least not until you say please!"
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"Please bake me a cake." He smiled at her with all of his many sharp and hideous teeth.
YOU HAVE ARRIVED AT THE HOUSE. FOR SOME REASON YOU THOUGHT COMING HERE WAS A GREAT IDEA.
You enter into the house and the door disappears behind you. Oh. Okay. That's cool. There's a giant circle of ghosts in front of you. That's cool.
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THIS IS OPEN TO EVERYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO JOIN IN
Wow, these guys are pretty boring. You sure you want one?
[Naoki shrugs and just steps in, watching them spin around him as he thinks, sitting down.]
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And if they were somehow immune to Dark-type moves, he readied Gyarados to simply sweep them away.
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MARIO GHOSTS DON'T PLAY BY YOUR RULES, BRO.
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YOU HAVE GOTTEN PAST THE GHOSTS. WELCOME TO ANOTHER ROOM.
Oh there's some yellow blocks in here and HOLY CRUD A GHOST THE SIZE OF AN ELEPHANT. OH GOD, OH MAN, OH GOD, OH MAN.
SOMEHOW YOU ESCAPED. BUT SUDDENLY... A DOOR.
There's a door here, but it's locked. But there's this totally innocuous purple box next to the door. There's probably a key in there.
Outside the mansion, before they enter.
Gordon didn't actually realize how, well, storybook that sounded until about twenty feet away from the front door, in his orange hazard suit with gravity gun slung over his shoulder. He peers up at the sign.
"'Ghost House.' Hmph. Really."
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a purple convertible with cartoony eyes and a mouth came putting along, a rather cramped passenger with spiky hair jammed inside the driver's side. Said spiky-haired passenger- was he the driver or was the car driving itself- had been similarly hollered at to go rescue the princess from Bowser's scaly clutches, so here Phoenix Wright was, along for the ride.
"GUYS! Princess Peach has been kidnapped!" he interrupted. "We have to go save her!"
GET IN LOSER WE'RE GOING PRINCESS SAVING XD
Blink, blink.
"We know! That's, err... what we're here for." He calls back, lamely. "Where'd you get the car?"
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...He was knocked out of his quiet state when Pit abruptly came in.
...What the hell was this. What the hell were you. Why.
"...!"
"...Mr. Wright, what is this..."
He heard Princess saving and holy fuck what.
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"Oh... Hi guys..." He was a bit relieved to see Gordon and Connor, but this situation was... not ideal. At all.
"Um... I well... Just... Don't ask," was all he could really explain.
oh god no notifs bash me against the wall
He didn't give them much room for choice, as he sped along next to the two men and used his extension cable thingy that shot out from the trunk area to coerce them inside. He was turning into a clown car with all this man-packing he had to do.
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That's all Gordon manages to ask before he's yanked into the convertible by the cable with a yelp and an upholstered thud. He sits up in an upside-down sprawl in the back seat, one orange leg draped haphazardly over the side.
"God--gh... Watch it, Phoenix!" He growls, mistakenly thinking that the lawyer was the one who sent out the tow line. He WAS in the driver's seat, after all.
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WAIT A MINUTE.
WAIT A MINUTE--!!
Before he could object, he was snagged and thrown into the car. With a grunt he landed in. He wanted to raise his voice about it, but had enough control to keep it down to a growl himself.
"This is outrageous, what if we are spotted this way?"