A thing for the Event Hall lore for the "100 Cooldude Tourney".
Beware: Long post
Event Hall: Beginning of construction
Opening of the Brackets + chronological events below the cut
Closing of Brackets, Vendetta is shot in the foot. Dave is added, FAITHLESS DUST and DESPERATION Discord submissions are revealed.
Round 1:
Surprise Assassin
(We don't talk about the first take)
The character's entrances. Sometimes I added onto them to try and get a feel for the character, sometimes I didn't. Or there was nothing else to say. I tried to put them in chronological order.
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Silhouette:
Silo ends up kicking the door open as streamers of light go off from two seeming 'speakers.'
"Your winner has arrived!" Silo would announce, striking a pose. A few moments would pass and the lights as well as his pose casually dropped. It seems he was the first to arrive, and the person at the desk looked unamused. Silo abruptly tapped something on his gloves, the 'speakers' turning into two small 'gaster blasters' as he strolled to the desk to sign in.
"Why hello there.... Did everyone forget to show up or do I win?" The desk clerk looks unamused, but gives him a slot. He gave a dashing smile and thanks to the desk clerk, who just rolled their eyes. He then turned to the right, sitting down on one of the comfy chairs as he took out his phone, the facade dropping. Although he seemed to just be biding time, the phone also was scanning the area for any power sources or important building materials... Hey, if he didn't win he wanted to at least take something from here!
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Pie:
Entirely forget it's his turn to speak and sit in the crowd of people and wonder who's up next.
addition to Pie:
He sits in the common room next to a potted plant and a stack of old, worn, classical stories. He picks one up that has an interesting cover, and tries to not make eye-contact with anyone.
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Soulthirst:
He's gonna nervously go get something to eat, but he ain't got no money, so it's gonna be very awkward and it'll finish with a shrug and an (oh well hehe-)
addition to Soulthirst:
The vendors are blank-- seeming to be stand-ins for people more than anything. They simply hand him whatever food and drink he decides to ask for, monotonously informing him that the food here is free of charge. Sans is able to find a shaded bench behind a generic taco stand, and is able to eat in peace.
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Jeffery:
Grimaces at the common room (doesn’t like company) and goes outside to ask the vendors for bacon bits discreetly.
addition to Jeffery:
The blank figure at the salad stand hands him a salad with a generous helping of bacon bits on the side. He makes his way to a shaded bench under a tree with pink blossoms, free to enjoy his spoils away from prying eyes.
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DezRat:
Throws up in the common room, staggering from his latest bottle of shampoo and radioactive goo, and passes out in the middle of the stage before the show even began.
addition to DezRat:
Two blank figures collect him from the stage and carry him back into the common room. They set him down away from the other contestants and leave him with a puke trashcan that never gets full. They attempt to clean up the splotches he inevitably left on the stage-- and they do --but the wood now glows a sickly green in places.
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addition to Silo:
Unfortunately, the only thing his phone is able to pick up is the lingering radiation after the Dezrat incident. He does, however, notice something about the event hall. It's new. He can smell the fresh paint on the walls, and the wooden floor barely looks a day old. Knowing how recently this building was constructed, he knows that there's likely still two-by-fours and bags of concrete around, but tactfully hidden out of sight.
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Silver:
Sighs in disbelief and doesn't buy anything
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Mugg:
Mugg muttered a quick thank-you to the figure at the registry, trying not to stare at their unnervingly featureless body. He wandered off into the hall, getting his bearings.. Ugh, he had forgotten how much he disliked making speeches. As far as he remembered, the last one he did was for his adopted cousin's wedding way back when... Man, that one didn't land. He eyed the stage from a distance, fidgeting with the folded-up receipt that held the entirety of his speech notes in his pocket. At least this didn't look all that formal. He took a deep breath and moved on-- he needed to find out what he had to do from here. Being late was only going to make things worse.
Ten minutes of hunting for any sort of order to this event and not a hint was to be found. Typically he would've asked the person at the registry in a situation like this, but he wasn't sure he wanted to look at that blank, empty face one more time. Mugg grumbled to himself, stuffing his hands into his pants-pockets. At least he'd found a couple of people who actually *did* have faces. Could those be the other contestants..? They didn't seem to be in any rush to give their speeches. He probably had some time to kill.. if they weren't as confused as he was. He decided to grab a bite to eat while he waited-- it would help with his nerves anyways. He stepped outside and took a minute to peruse his options. ...Oh, great. The vendors at the trucks were just as featureless as the figure at the registry. What was up with this place? Why'd he let himself get talked into this..? He did his best to shake off the unease and brazenly approached one of the trucks, hastily ordering fries and a soda while trying to look at the vendor as little as possible. The speed of the order caught him off guard, not to mention the fact it was free. Eh, he wasn't complaining. Who knew what currency they used in this universe, anyways-- it was usually some iteration of "gold" similar enough that he could swap it between universes, but you never know when you'll be thrown a curveball. He thanked the vendor and scouted around for a place to sit. He spied some benches tucked away behind the wall of trucks.. oh hey, someone was already there. It was another faced person, hunched over some food of his own. He looked antsy. Mugg saw no problem with getting friendly with the other contestants, he'd be happy to hear a voice more authentic than the painfully generic ones of the people maintaining this event. He walked over casually to the person on the bench, giving him a friendly, albeit crooked smile. "Hey there. Got room for one more?"
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DESPERATION:
(I) *Kill whoever's in the room with me.
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FAITHLESS DUST:
He’d be utterly confused.
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Dave:
Dave closes his word-search book and tugs a blank Tournament form out of the nearby stack.
He tries to not let the apathy show on his face, but fails miserably.
"Hello, welcome to the Event Hall. Please sign this form, and I'll give you your lot number."
"--"
"Yes sir, that is a required question."
"--"
"No."
"--"
"No sir, I don't know why."
"--"
"I'm sorry sir, I didn't-- no, I didn't write this, the boss did.
"--"
"No."
"--"
"Technically. Alright, here's your lot number, please enjoy your time here."
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Merch:
Merch makes his way into the hastily thrown together Event Hall. He was "late", but Senze had recommended him to enter this silly little tournament anyway. Something about the head of the Tournament requesting him specifically…?
Odd.
But who was he, Papyrus Underfell Cavern, to throw away a perfectly good opportunity to make inter-universe connections (safely, this time)?
He registers with the blank figure at the counter (Dave). Afterwards, he makes his way outside, fully intending to introduce himself to the vendors here and find some new stock. He is out of luck, however. These blank people seem to have no identity, no personality, and no real business. It was like they weren't even real people.
Unnerving-- but what should he have expected? This is a pocket world beyond even the Undertale Multiverse, after all. It had to be strange.
He obtains a bowl of borscht with sour cream from a Slavic food truck and made his way inside and into the lobby, narrowly dodging Desperation Sans's sudden assassination attempt. He flees into the Common Room, avoiding certain death taking a seat beside a potted plant and some books. A square, pulsing barrier forms between the Common Room and the Lobby, halting Desperation's murder attempt.
Ah, this isn't a Common Room-- this is a Living Room!
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Assassin:
they enter most situations casually.
neatly signs the register and join because “competitions are fun!” then proceed to order a small lasagna in an aluminum tray. Eating it properly and sitting patiently down in the common room, a gleeful smile across their face as they await and see what happens
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This place has been rotating in my head like a rotisserie chicken-- kinda wish I could've found a way to have made it more of a real story, though. Something interactive, a place to explore. I think that'd've been neat. Eh, another time.
Dave, observing his first real birthday with the new hires he's in charge of.
*PUBLIC BULLETIN!*
-Renovation Notice
"The Event Hall is undergoing renovations in the Hotel Area. To Guests with a Free Pass, this means that you will not be able to use the Hotel, go into the Basement/Recreation Floor, or use their amenities. There is also a leak in the ceiling of the Arena and Infirmary, which are also off limits for your safety. You are still allowed in the Event Hall's Lobby Area. Repairs are estimated to be fixed by next week. We thank you for your patience and understanding."
-Sports Event Notice
"The upcoming Sports Event is currently being delayed due to miscalculations during planning and material shortages. We thank you for your patience and understanding."
-$1 Grilled Cheese Food Truck Notice
"Due to inflation, the $1 Grilled Cheese Food Truck will have to increase their price to $1.01. We thank you for your patience and understanding."
-LANTERNLIGHT LAKE WARNING!-
"Due to the recent change in lifeguards, we ask that all Guests refrain from visiting the lake past 3PM. We thank you for your patience and understanding."
-Food Truck Area Notice
"We ask that no Guests go beyond the newly cordoned limit for your convenience. We thank you for your patience and understanding."
-Untitled Yellow Sticky Note
"Whoever keeps shoving hotdogs down the toilets needs to stop. It's disgusting. I am not pulling these stupid things out anymore. If I catch any of you pulling a stunt like this before the rep does an inspection again, I will drag you out into the woods myself and call whatever happens to you an accident. Got it? Great.
Don't type this one up with the public notices, just hand it to Dave. He'll pass it along to the others."
-Cornfield Maze Notice
"There is an area in the western edge of the Event Hall that has newly been set aside for a cornfield maze. As it has only been planted recently, it is unlikely to be available for a decent amount of time. We thank you for your patience and understanding."
If you have any questions or concerns, please send a Note to Tromper at the Event Hall and address him directly. He'll be happy to help you with whatever you need.
Leon, Tabitha, Jim, Dave, Kevin, Danielle, Tromper, and Grotto's Event Hall by @kyne-grotto
On February 9th, Dave was tasked with testing a crate of fireworks. They only came in one color, yellow, but they all detonated like they were supposed to. This test is considered a success.
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Dave, Kevin, and Grotto's Event Hall by Grotto-kay
Glamorous Entropy Chara from HorrorDustshiftChara on DeviantArt
Zeta from @majjesticsquid
Dave from @kyne-grotto
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*Dave jots an entry in his ledger.
"On 11/18/2023, the Event Hall spontaneously opened for lunch. Three guests arrived: Assassin, who has been here once before; Chara from Glamorous Entropy, who has never been here before; and Zeta, who has never been here before."
"They were polite. There was no injury or death. There wasn't much to clean."
"Assassin had three portions of seafood lasagna from a seafood truck. He ate two in-Hall and brought the third home with him. Move the seafood truck closer to the picnic area."
"Chara from Gl--"
*The lead in Dave's pencil snaps unexpectedly. He glares at the cheap mechanical pencil-- but serendipitously remembers that's he's supposed to be writing this with a pen, anyhow.
*Groaning, he carefully rips the penciled entry out of the spiral notebook. He re-writes everything with a pen.
"On 11/18/2023, the Event Hall spontaneously opened for lunch. Three guests arrived: Assassin, who has been here once before; Chara from Glamorous Entropy, who has never been here before; and Zeta, who has never been here before."
"They were polite. There was no injury or death. There wasn't much to clean."
"Assassin had three portions of seafood lasagna from a seafood truck. He ate two in-Hall and brought the third home with him. Move the seafood truck closer to the picnic area."
"Chara from Glamorous Entropy had one bowl of shrimp gumbo from the seafood stand, and three slices of sachertorte from a Viennese truck down the line from the Hall. He ate the gumbo and two slices of cake in-Hall. He brought the third slice home with him. Move the Viennese truck to between the Event Hall and the picnic area."
"Zeta had--"
*Dave checked the sticky note in his pocket to make sure he got the number correct.
"--10 pizza-hamburger-quesadilla tacos from the abomination truck. He completed two in-Hall and brought the remaining eight home. Move the abomination truck closer to the picnic area, but out of view from the Event Hall."
*Dave fished around in a drawer for the pen with link-ink.
"Deliver chicken kebabs to Vice!tale Sans from @vice-tale before storing the food trucks."
*After a bit of proof-reading, Dave signs off on it. He leans back in his chair. Stretching, he stands up from his chair and leaves out to switch the food truck spaces around.
