#pahty

[caffeinatedkris]

Zipper pouches come in 3 different sizes: small, medium, and large!

[wakkodoodle]

NOTHIN BAD EVAH HAPPENS TO THUH AFTONS

[t00thpasteface]

i pahked the cah at hahvahd yahd

[gaygollum]

every time i listen to that audiobook excerpt of will patton’s kavinsky voice i lose my shit its truly the funniest thing in the world. lucky for yOu misteh ganseh i knowww what your dooog wants

[azureundies]

"LAIOS YE FUCKING EEJIT HOW THE FUCK YOU GON' MAKE DA PAHTIE ALMOST GET WIPED OUT LIKE 'AT??!!? THE COMMON LANGUAGE DON'T EVEN HAVE THE PROPER INSULTS TO THROW AT YE YE TALLMAN CUNT FOOK OFF WITH THAT!?!? FOOKING WANKER DA DRAGUN'S COMING OVER AGIN!"

[z0nic]

Y'know we'use't'call folks like you pahty poopa's.

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[wesandersonpowerplants]

After two days, our hotel phone rang again. Lakshmi told us to get to Pahti as soon as possible; apparently, she had spoken with several residents of the Plant apartment building and they had encouraged her to invite us over. We made the journey back, found the entryway in the fence, and met Lakshmi outside.

She was already in the driver’s seat, so we made a point to hop in quickly. There was a tension in the air as if we were going to be “found out.” Lakshmi started the engine and drove us across the site to the apartment building.

“They just completed a decontamination routine, so it is the safest time. Entry is not something that’s easily allowed. Residents have to fill out a mountain of paperwork before the Plant Administration even lets a family member in the door. The Administration doesn’t know you’re here.” She looked in her rear view window. There were no other cars around us.

We pulled up to the Pahti apartment building. We could only hear the wind. An eerie silence pervaded the scene. An old, rusted car and a produce truck were parked in front of the building. They were empty.

Lakshmi led us to the door and opened it. We realized she was not coming with us and asked why. “They’ll notice if I am gone for a long period of time during the day. Here is a list of apartments to see. I will be back to pick you up in two hours.” She closed the door behind us, and soon we heard the car engine start and then drift away.

At this point, we decided to formulate a plan. Lakshmi hadn’t told us the names of the apartment residents, just their door numbers. We assumed these were the people who wouldn’t mind our company and headed to the elevators.

We started with apartment 327. Byron cautiously pressed the “notify” button on the console outside of the air-locked door. Immediately we heard a hissing, and the door opened. A woman met us at the entry and waved us inside. The door sealed behind us.

The woman turned on light music and brought us into the living room. “I don’t want them to hear,” she said quietly, glancing toward the radio. “My name is Indira.”

We thanked her for letting us into her home, which was small and full of machinery. “Are the other apartments like this too?” Byron asked, and Indira shrugged. “More or less. I wanted to meet you because I haven’t spoken to anyone but my neighbor in quite some time. I thought it might be nice.”

Indira showed us around her apartment and then pulled three photographs from a drawer. “These are some of the other interiors. We used to have parties more often. The neighbors all knew each other—even between floors. We liked visiting new apartments because they were always a little unique.”

We asked Indira why the parties had stopped, and she sighed. “People just started staying home more. After they told us it would be another five years at least… that was two years ago.”

“Why won’t they let you leave?” we asked.

She handed us two more pictures. “Because of the accident.”

Wes Anderson Power Plants is a work of fiction. All images are generated by AI.

[hotelhousecat]

yew can be the bwoss daddy yew can be the bwoss >:3 taste likea keg pahty back on the swoss :0 i like yew a lwott, like yew a lwottt, ;)) dwont let its stwoohooop

(dont lettit stAhppp)

[partynthem]

come on come on come on….. nomber won,, pahty annthem

[madness-poison-chat]

Welcome Home: Everything I found + some thoughts

This is my first proper post on this site. And after getting past the frustrating sign-up stuff, I really like this site. I'm planning on putting my toon skull on my pic for recognisbility, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

You all came here for Welcome Home's secrets, and here I will provide.

-There's an eye on the rock Wally's sitting on, which looks creepy. (And between us I find that looking at Wally's staring images are terrifying when on-website).

-All of the character voices rock. My favourites being Sally (she's my beloved), Howdy ("How's about a cauffie to keep ya goin' at the pahty?") and Poppy (Bri'ish + she makes chicken noises when flustered; great work).

-The crayon gifs lead to audios of Wally being his Other Mother self. It's possible that they're snippets of a full conversation he's having with someone.

-The interview segment has YouTuber Night Mind playing the guy asking questions. If you don't know who NM is, he's known for the little act of... Oh I don't know, ACTIVATING THE WH HYPE TRAIN?! Yep; supporting the supporters! (Wonder if MatPat will make a cameo?)

-On the exhibition page, if you click the word "answer" you're lead to a picture of someone's struggle to find a password and a strange red safe. The sage's numbers are replaced with symbols relating to the characters (awesome code there). It asks for a word password.

-Around all the pages are insect gifs. If you press them, you're lead to footage of...stuff, with the characters chatting off-screen. Here's the twist: at the end of each video, even though he shouldn't have any relevance, the characters call for Wally. At that point, the audio "base clefs" and the video glitches (spooky). I think these are live feeds into the WH world through Wally's eyes.

-Here's where my mind got stupid: these videos are all named "answer", and with the safe from before, I expected visual/dialogue clues to reveal the code. In one video, there's a nine-by-nine grid (like for the buttons), and in another Julie lists her favourite colours (I thought they related to the code grid or the spheres in Poppy's grid). Turns out though- I'm stupid.

-The real password involves answering the questions on a sheet in the exhibition area (of which will be ease to answer if you read the character bios). If you take the first letter of each answer from 1 to 5 (all in caps), you enter the "staff only area". (Here we go...)

-The text on the top of this page is written by someone on the WHRP describing their declining sanity as they hallucinate Wally at their bed-end and their endless questions about Welcome Home. This is no doubt the person Wally is trying to talk to in those audio recordings.

-And here's one final thing I think not many lore-scavagers have found... If you hover over the photos on the Staff Only page, you can more clearly read the letters in them. And one of them mentions how the black "paint" on the shipped merch shouldn't be touched by human hands lest they get nausea and hallucinations. This reveals 3 things.

1: The "paint" is of supernatural nature.

2: With the ooze below Home in the neighborhood, it's clear that IT's very real and in control of the "barrier".

3: It's extremely likely that our protagonist's night terrors were triggered and are still being fueled by the ooze.

So that's all I have. But one final thing I'll say here is that Welcome Home's plot reminded me of something I loved, but I couldn't remember until now: Coraline. Both stories centre around a surreal sub-world full of childhood desire, the inhabitants of both worlds are desperate to have the protag stay (forever), both worlds have dark and sombre secrets beneath them, and both of their main "threats" are the most desperate for the protag, but hint at something else forcing them to do this (or something controlling them in some way).

Anyway, that's everything I have for this looong blog. Stay inky Mes Amis. -💀🖋️

[tortured-poetries]

the lads can see it’s a bantah, YOU can see it’s a bantah, there’s no need to staht anything just because you’re in a bad mood at my pahty—

[estrogenpilled]

YO DJ PUMP THIS PAHTY

[z0nic]

pahty rockahs in the house tonight

[wesandersonpowerplants]

At 06:00, we reached Pahti Nuclear Power Plant and discovered that the site had been abandoned and gated off. A perimeter fence extended around the entirety of the Plant, leaving us scratching our heads. After an hour of searching, we found a makeshift doorway that had been cut into the fence. Cautiously, we walked inside. As we neared the Plant, Boyd started the tape recorder as instructed.

A woman met us at the door and ushered us inside, quickly closing the entrance behind her. The Plant was dark and musty. The woman led us to a side room that opened into a large, posh apartment. Another woman was sitting on an ottoman in the living room.

The seated woman identified herself as Lakshmi and thanked us for accepting her invitation. She then asked us to sit with her so we could speak quietly. We asked her about the state of Pahti—we hadn’t realized it had been inactive for so long. She told us that the Plant had never in fact been officially opened; a shock, to be sure.

We then asked about the images she had sent to Türkiye, and she pulled several more photographs from a small table. We took a moment to look them over.

Lakshmi revealed that the engineers and technicians were actually actors who had been hired to promote the opening of the Plant and paid to pose in uniform with the machinery.

We asked why so much effort had been put into the plant’s promotion when it had never actually opened. Lakshmi leaned close and said that Pahti had never received its official inspection—the directors kept delaying the process. For what, she couldn't tell; she mentioned that no one had been to the site in over ten years.

How did Lakshmi know all of these details? We asked about her credentials, and she would only tell us that she was related to someone who had invested in Pathi’s building. She had become fascinated by the actors, who now lived rent-free in the Plant’s engineering apartments on the condition they never left the perimeter. A small, contained community. Trucks would arrive weekly with fresh produce and supplies for the apartments’ 50-something residents.

Lakshmi produced more photographs—this time of the apartments—and told us that they were more recent. Some of the actors pictured still lived there. We asked if we could make contact with these individuals, and after a moment, Lakshmi said we should go back to our hotel for the next few days and wait for her call—then, she would take us to the apartment building. We took the photographs she offered us and left.

Wes Anderson Power Plants is a work of fiction. All images are AI generated.

[deppsessed]

This is a Phillip Artoosh thirst account, right? If yes, I'd love to join the pahty

Yes! Why yes it is! Just look at his beautiful face here... And I just love his fez. The feather is my favourite paht.