#thelostexperiment

[jonathanjohnnyjones]

(@thelostexperiment )

In the seemingly unoccupied Captain's quarters a buzzard in black emerges from a portal over the Captain's desk. There was a wide-eyed expression of curiosity on his face as he looked at his surroundings owlishly. The textures in this new universe seemed different, more bulbous and protruding. The shadows somehow seemed more solid without any spotted patterns or dark black lines.

As he looked down he noticed that this universe had affected how he looked too. He was now way more round and plush looking then he was a second ago.

This world is weirder than it looked on the other side... He thought as he hopped off the top of the desk, artificial claws clacked against the hardwood floor as he landed.

He decides to tour this vessel first before he finds some mischief to cause.

Johnny was sitting on his plush throne, enjoying a nice glass of wine. Today had been a particularly rough day, and he wanted to just take a load off and calm his nerves.

He let the velvet of the chair surround his body, cushioning his overworked form as he held the glass in his good hand. His hook rested atop of the embellished arm rest as he gazed into his reflection on the glass, smiling at the burgundy hue of the liquid he was about to consume.

However...

Just then, a portal opened over the table. He was so caught off guard that all he could do was stare in confusion and awe as a bird-like creature emerged from it.

"What...in the seven seas is going on here?"

[askrossiel]

(@thelostexperiment)

(mean sentences)

"How did they manage to get so many snobs in one place?" The Black Buzzard murmured out the side of his mouth towards Rossiel, as he side-eyed the large gathering, in a low tone but not low enough to only be kept between the two of them.

"I suppose it has something to do with the promise of food and drink they do not have to pay for." She stroked her muzzle with a large, blunt claw between contemplative sips of the aforementioned complimentary sparkling wine. "That or they like being able to appear as though they are supporting the arts while mostly supporting their own egos. Truth be told, I wouldn't be here if it weren't my assignment to keep Miss O'Gilt from dying of boredom this evening."

[jonathancjones]

@thelostexperiment

Johnny was seated upon his throne, drinking his win casually as he stared at his treasure map, he was concentrating on where to go next and what ships would be around to plunder that he hadn't noticed a portal materializing in behind him. The pirate noticed a strange colored light shining on his map from over his shoulder. "Huh?" He turned his head only to meet with a strange vulture man, booping his snoot.

"What in the Seven Seas-" Before he could finish the question, he was gone as quickly as he appeared, leaving Johnny terribly confused.

[pick-and-shovel-laborer]

(Suggesting a Headcanon meme. From @thelostexperiment)

Susan used to spam Scrooge's mail by sending a check every day of mini payment ranging from five dollars to a few cents. The habit started when Susan began her excursion all over the world, her family's farm was mortgaged under McDuck enterprise and she was always afraid of not having enough money and missing payments while she worked every part time and temp job she got across the globe. It was her only strategy to chip away at the installments before the official payments dates were due. Scrooge has gotten very familiar with the name "Susan Spruce" from those checks despite never meeting her. The micro payments suddenly stopped because she was marooned in the lost library of Alexandria until after Collin employed her and the next official payment date came- there was one last check that actually paid off the whole remaining mortgage (she still has student loans to pay off though). Because of this, she keeps as low of a profile as possible around scrooge when she and Collin have their encounters with him and his family, especially when they're using their villainous personas.

(I hope this headcanon isn't boring)

((Nah not at all. Sounds interesting. Accepted.))

[running2re-duck-tion]

(@thelostexperiment )

The black buzzard boops Brycen from across space/time.

Brycen wakes up from a dead sleep with an embarrassingly undignified squawk and flailing of limbs, "Ah!"

[running2redemption]

@thelostexperiment wants to play with the Collector!

It had been a long time since they'd heard anything from the other side of the mirror. Not voices or screams, distant and muffled, the crackling of torches or scrambling footsteps...

Or at least, not until today. Today he thought he heard steady footsteps and maybe... breathing.

"Hey? Is someone there?"

[lucy-buzzard]

(@thelostexperiment) Collin gave Lucy trick by walling up the doors and windows with toilet-paper rolls and duct-taped securely to make it difficult to break out of.

Lucy, dressed as a classical vampire, was coming back from a Halloween Party at her friend's place only to see Collin vandalizing her home with toilet paper and duct-tapes.

"What are you doing?" She asked in a menacing tone.

[sympathy-for-thedamned]

(@thelostexperiment )

Collin just brazenly pop's out of a portal in front of Bradford, and just hugs his tight.

. . . No, he will not explain himself.

"Wait! What in the damned hell-" Bradford was taken off guard by that. Who body snatched Colin and what was going on?

[buford--buzzard]

(@thelostexperiment)

Collin left a sealed envelope on Buford's desk, unsigned.

What an odd thing for someone to do? Who would even want to leave him a message in the first place? Also, what would they even need to tell him? He stared at the message in bewilderment for a few minutes before picking it up and reading over the contents.

@thelostexperiment

[jose-ze-carioca]

Continued from x:

@thelostexperiment​

“I am fond of chocolates...when they are not bitten off of and perhaps....from the trash.  You are truly a man of class!”

[big-chicken-man]

(thelostexperiment)

Collin, after careful consideration: "Hmm... How about, 'Roster on the Ritz', or just 'Ritz'?"

{Nicknames} || @thelostexperiment

"Think big, pal. I'm not just a snack, I'm the whole buffet."

[askrossiel]

( @thelostexperiment )

✏️ with Collin

Rossiel: Hey, Collin, where are you going? Collin: Well, it depends. When I die, probably hell. Collin: But right now I’m going to McDonald’s.

[jonathancjones]

"Styles?" Upon further inspection, it did seem as if the two of them were...quite different in appearance. He'd never seen any vultures in his world that looked like this bird...man? Actually, he wasn't quite sure what he was. Johnny watched him walk off for a moment before leaping through the air and landing in front of him. He pointed his trident at the buzzard's face. "Wait a minute, mate. Yer not just gonna drop all that on me and leave me to steep. You'd better start explaining some things."

Black Buzzard sighed in mild irritation as he rubbed his temple with his fingers.

"I guess you'd have to see where I'm from to get what I mean, but it's almost as if our worlds have completely different... 'styles...?' that's the best description I can think of."

He barely gave the shark-person time to register that expansion before casually trotting off with a smiling wink and a little wave– "Welp, I'm going to see what's outside now. See ya~!"

[pick-and-shovel-laborer]

(@thelostexperiment)

Scrooge gets booped by the Black Buzzard

"Hey! Don't you boop me!"

*reaches for his blunderbuss*

[running2re-duck-tion]

(@thelostexperiment) Collin: I'm curious of how it works. How about just a general 'card' reading for the festive day to come?

Susan: Um... Maybe a 'card' reading to see if I'll find what I'm looking for?

@thelostexperiment

"For you Mr. Condor, we have the seven of pentacles:

It looks like you're going to have a successful Halloween; however you would measure that."

"And for you, Miss Spruce we have: Judgement

Odds are definitely in your favour that you'll find what you're looking for and have your answers eventually, though it may not be as soon as you'd like."

[running2redemption]

@thelostexperiment liked for a starter with Brycen!

It had been a rough year.

He’d lost everything. F.O.W.L. His home... his family. If it weren’t for McDuck’s mercy he wouldn’t even have his freedom. Not that it amounted to much.

He’d been avoiding this place for as long as he could. But he had to face the past eventually. Had to clean this place out - it was his responsibility.

The sandstorm crashing his plane certainly made sure he couldn’t flake out this time.

As he roamed the empty halls, drifting in a sea of memories he could almost swear he heard voices...