Where a kid can be a kid...or something

[ferries]

The Discovery Zone / Chuck E. Cheese's / Arcade Meme

If you were a kid during the 80s or 90s, I don't have to explain. Everyone remembers those meccas of fun that were awesome, yet somehow still smelled vaguely of stale pizza and shame. Whether you're hanging out in the tubes, jumping in the moon bounce, or shooting some hoops, you're sure to have a blast.

Well, even if you don't, it's not like you can leave. As big as this place is, there seems to be no door. So you might as well just sit back and win some tickets.

HOW TO PLAY:
1. Comment with your characters.
2. Others will reply, rolling the RNG for the scenario.
3. Have shenanigans. Feel free to make wacky crossovers, since you're all stuck in here together.

SCENARIOS:
1. The slide
2. Ball pit
3. Climbing wall
4. Moon bounce
5. The tubes
6. The little viewing bubble
7. Skeeball
8. Hoop shooting
9. Arcade games
10. The claw machine
11. Laser tag
12. Harassing the poor guy in the mascot suit
13. It's your birthday party!
14. For some reason, you work here.
15. Wildcard

Comments

Someday, maybe, I will be able to forgive you for this

[anonfantry]

[ Well, he's probably still right about that -- in an urban environment, Cloud probably doesn't stand a chance, yet. BUT MEET HIM ON A MOUNTAIN SOMETIME, OKAY. ]

Get-- What? [ Hi and welcome to Cloud's puzzled face.

He has absolutely zero idea what Reno's talking about until, oh, he tosses another of those stupid pieces of popcorn down (wasteful!!) and Cloud's forced to fish it out of his hair. He glares. ]

I didn't-- Do anything. That's just how it is.

[ And yeah he's pretty self-conscious about it, too, so thanks. :( ]

I'll live in hope!

[disorderlyconduct]

[Mountain, shmountain. Reno's way better at everything ever, obviously!]

Whoa, you are one unlucky bastard. [Little does he know.] Oughta get a hat, kid. Do yourself and everybody else a favor.

[And Reno laughs at his own joke, like it was actually funny.]

You're gonna poke somebody's eye out if you're not careful, walkin around like that. [Also, he thinks you're short. You're welcome. ;)

More wasteful popcorn tumbles down from on high. He has some nachos and soda up there too, so you're pretty lucky so far, Cloud. Popcorn's just more expendable.]

[anonfantry]

[ Ha ha, he's just hilarious. As if Cloud hasn't heard that one, before. He pulls an exceptionally flat expression up at the jackass on top of the climbing wall, but doesn't leap to defend himself at the insult.

It's not like he's ever really poked anyone's eye out. (And that was just the one time!)

Instead of retaliating, he takes a few steps out of popcorn range -- light as it is, it's kind of a bad projectile, which is about all Cloud is banking on, here -- and resumes whatever incredibly boring thing it is he was doing before the sky started raining mean people and snack foods. ]

Lemme alone.

[disorderlyconduct]

[Cloud, you're no fun. Stop moving out of range.

He doesn't want to waste his nachos or other possessions on you.

Reno decides to temporarily stop antagonizing, because Cloud's departure might deprive him of further amusement at his expense, if Reno proves to be too lazy to go somewhere else and stop hogging the climbing wall (seriously, there are probably some kids who want to use it).] Relax. You ever heard of a joke? It's this thing we got in the big city where people say something that's not serious.

What's your name?

[anonfantry]

[ Well Cloud would really like to not have hair full of popcorn, so apparently we've come to an impasse.

Being no fun, of course, he knows of jokes. But rarely participates. Especially when, you know, they're all obviously at his expense. He crosses his arms defensively where he stands, not looking back up at Reno. ]

Strife.

[ Retreating into military mode, where he's even blander than normal! ]

[disorderlyconduct]

[Popcorn could only improve upon that hairstyle. Maybe then it could be excused for being--food for local wildlife. Or something. Nah, it would still probably look like a sick chocobo someone took a weed whacker to.

Aw, would you look at that? It thinks it's people!]

Strife. Your actual name is actually Strife. It's like you just can't win.

[Reno almost feels sorry for you, buddy. But no, not really, unless by "sorry for" you mean "amused by your misfortune".]

I'm Reno. Of the Turks. [Yeah, you better recognize. He didn't even have to say the of the Turks part, because he's so obviously renowned, but he did anyway, because it has a nice ring to it.]

[anonfantry]

[ Wow, this is a new low for him, Reno.

He actually kind of wishes he had his helmet on, and that's definitely never happened, before. ]

There's nothing wrong with my name.

[ His tone is as flat as his expression, but he's not all that great at convincingly keeping his cool. Unless being this tense is supposed to be cool.

The Turks, though, that surprises him -- a little, anyway. He's worked with Turks, before, and this guy...? Well, he is definitely losing his agreeable impression of that department, if he's telling the truth. ]

Good for you.