i know what we're gonna do today!

Yes, yes I am.

[oh-phineas]

PHINEAS CLYDE FLYNN

“home is where i want to be/but i guess i’m already there/i come home, she lifted up her wings/i guess that this must be the place”

Nicknames: Phin, the Phinster (only Phineas calls himself this) Phin-dawg (only Phineas calls himself this also) Magic status: Mundus Nationality: American Ethnicity: White Accent: American, vaguely Midwestern/Chicago adjacent Height: 5’9 Build: Lanky Skin tone: Pale white Eye color: Brown Hair color/length/style: Red, curly, unkempt Tattoos/piercings/daily jewelry: Minnesota tattoo on his thigh (long story lmao)

What would you find if you Googled them?: Possibly a school newspaper article about SSIC or the plays, a Danville High school newspaper story about robotics, social media, Build a Brand website, CUZE website if you dig deeper

What natives would know about them: Moved here in late 2019/early 2020 when his mom married Swynlake native Lawrence Fletcher. 

Other: Has had speaking roles in the plays (the Wizard in Wicked, Harry Bright in Mamma Mia, Toulouse-Lautrec in Moulin Rouge, Kenickie in Grease). Threw the Bathroom Rave of 2021. Tried to start a business that crashed and burned spectacularly in 2022 (CUZE). Currently co-founder of Build a Brand and SPF (Swynlake for a Progressive Future) with Pip. Dating Fawn. Formerly dated Laurette, had a weird situationship with Kim for a few months. Check out the timeline here!!

[quirky-quark]

And the universe said I love you

And the universe said you have played the game well

And the universe universe said everything you need is within you

And the universe said you are stronger than you know

And the universe said you are the daylight

And the universe said you are the night

And the universe said the darkness you fight is within you

And the universe said the light you seek is within you

And the universe said you are not alone

And the universe said you are not separate from every other thing

And the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code

And the universe said I love you because you are love.

[oh-phineas]

the ~emmalogue~

What happened next?

Note: I'm making this just in case people don't know what to do or say about my characters. This isn't meant to hinder any plots and I fully support prioritizing in-play characters over my closed characters. So if any of this causes issue for your in-play characters, honestly feel free to change it. Just please don't totally 180 their personality lol I don't think anyone would do that but yeah lol. Also you can totally feel free to do that thing where you just reassign their role in your character's life as a similar-named NPC truly do not want to be restrictive here!!

Phineas: Finished out his master's degree, spent the summer hanging around Swynlake and tutoring, and then eventually got a job at a tech company in London

Tiana: Lived with her mom for a while and worked at the Lucky Cat, then helped her mom move to New Orleans. After about a month, Tiana missed her too much and followed her there, and used what she learned from running her own restaurant to help her friends open theirs. She's a chef there now.

Aquata: Still in Swynlake, working at Olympus Gym and carrying out her Maid of Honor duties! She and James will eventually break up due to the riskiness and stress of RAS

Annie: Still in Swynlake, working at the Squire and raising her kids and trying to help Toby get his memory back.

Mirabel: Graduated with her undergraduate degree in Family and Youth Sciences, next going to pursue her master's degree in marriage in family therapy and eventually will become a therapist and work at Jiminy Cricket's

Lightning: Continued training for Magick Grand Prix, finished out his final season, and retired in Swynlake where he is the Pride U Magick Grand Prix team's #1 stan (feel free to use him any time you need a ride somewhere or an entry fee covered)

Smee: Still in Swynlake, living with James for the foreseeable future and teaching him about the Ways of the Sea

Roz: Retconned— she has now been retired from the RAS for a little while and no longer has confidential access. She's still working at Swynlake Secondary!

Giselle: Finished out the school year in Swynlake and then moved to Birmingham to live with her cousin, Augusta. Eventually, she'll start at a UK equivalent of community college and get a part time job and just slowly rebuild her life and come out and accept herself and be happy <3

[oswaldxmarks]

The House has Gone Bust || Open

[oswaldxmarks]

He contemplating slamming his head into the table and just knocking himself out. That felt a little over dramatic. Almost without even processing it, he returned the fist bump.

"Not an executioner here, though, just a business owner," Oz replied. "And good to hear you're not a scammer, although usually only scammers say they're not scammers." Whatever, though. He didn't care. "Also I don't recall your crimes as being what bothered me, it was your shitty beat boxing."

@oh-phineas

[oh-phineas]

"Shitty? That was some top-tier medieval beatboxing," Phineas protested. He was grinning, though. He was pretty sure this guy was joking, and even if he wasn't, Phineas didn't actually take his beatboxing that seriously.

He leaned against the bar. To Phineas, nothing seemed amiss. Sure, that spell had been freaky, but it seemed like everyone had pretty much made it out alive.

"I'll take you up on that offer, though, if it's still on the table," Phineas added. "Very kind of our local business owners to consider that people might want to drink about whatever the hell that was."

@oswaldxmarks

[oh-phineas]

Sticking the Landing, Part 4 | Flynnbroch

[mamabear-elinor]

Elinor frowned. Not necessarily because of the absurdity of what Phineas had just said...though: yes.

It was more because, well, she had never really considered...students...flying to school. She wasn't exactly sure how she felt about it either. She supposed it simply wasn't her place to have an opinion on it.

"I suppose so," she continued with a little nod.

@oh-phineas

[oh-phineas]

"Right, so that's basically the point of this petition I'm trying to get support for. I've worked on it with Swynlake Secondary Staff. Basically, they have a perfect place in the courtyard where we could build a landing pad, but we're looking for support from the Board to get it done. In the grand scheme of things, it'll totally be worth the investment— I mean, what's a better investment than the safety of our students, right?"

@mamabear-elinor

[oh-phineas]

Sticking the Landing, Part 5 | Hadeas

[trip-downtheriverstyx]

"It actually, a lot of the times, does have to be either or. We have limited funds. We have a prescribed budget," said Hades.

Then he shrugged at Phineas's next suggestion. "And of course you can do that. You can also talk to the school itself and see if there is broader interest from the PTA and student body. That would help you make your case. As it is now... this petition is far from ready. And I expect the Board Members are going to say the exact same thing to you, Mr. Flynn."

@oh-phineas

[oh-phineas]

"So that's the problem. The money," Phineas said. His voice still had an undertone of irritation to it, but he was trying to sound professional. Like he was a politician too, not just some kid. "So if I could find a way to subsidize it, or if I could convince you it's worth the money, you'd support it."

@trip-downtheriverstyx

[oswaldxmarks]

The House has Gone Bust || Open

[oswaldxmarks]

He'd known during whatever the hell that was that things were going to go wrong. He knew as soon as they were in that other world and had memories from both lives of the same man's face that the only way that was going to end was poorly.

And it did. He knew it as soon as he was back, standing in his office at the casino. It was startling, beyond just the trip between worlds and memories, but because he can't recall ever being in his office once the casino was opened. Some unintended consequence of the deal made, the demon got to have his fun in the casino while Oswald was nowhere to be seen. Now, though, he stood there, hearing the noise of people out in the room, confused about what happened. And that's when he knew it was done. The deal was broken, and it was only a matter of time before it came back to bite him in the ass.

After pacing and processing for... admittedly a pretty long time, he made his way onto the floor. He went up to the bar, motioning to the bartender, then to the patrons. "Hey, drinks are on me, yeah? How about drinks on me for everyone? Just put everyone's drinks on a tab for me for today." The bartender gave him a look, but went to type something into the cash register. This probably wasn't the weirdest request he'd made. God, he didn't even know that bartender's face. He'd never seen the crowds in here, he'd never heard the noises. Ozzy stirred at it all, confused and maybe inching toward anger at the fact he didn't have full control, but there was enough going on that kept him satisfied for now.

Oswald went up to someone and put a hand on their shoulder, "You having a good night? Need anything to make it better?"

[oh-phineas]

Phineas looked up. It took him a second to realize who he was looking at.

"Holy shit, it's you!" Phineas said, whirling around and putting his fist out for a fist bump. "The chill executioner! It's good to see you man!"

The memories of the past few days were still pretty fresh. Phineas was trying not to think too hard about them, because it was all pretty fucked-up.

"I promise I'm nothing like that in real life. Not a criminal, not a scammer. Well, not anymore— depending on who you ask," Phineas added.

@oswaldxmarks

[oh-phineas]

Welcome to New York, It's Been Waiting For You | Phinnip

[exsqueak-me]

Could Pip imagine himself here?

He played out the thought experiment for a second. On a CV level, Pip could probably get an internship in an office like this, considering his experience with Build a Brand and SSIC. So he imagined it. Him, in a cute little blazer look, with a pair of white tennis shoes. He imagined having a work laptop and an ID he swiped to let him into a building.

It felt a little bit like a TV show in Pip's brain, which meant he was thinking about office drama rather than the actual work. This, alone, confirmed that Pip had no actual desire to be in one of those brainstorming sessions or throwing the hackeysack around (literal).

Which meant that after this last meeting, Pip was officially waving the role of businessman goodbye.

And that's how it should be. He needed to focus on auditions. Booking roles, even little roles-- building his portfolio. Maybe he'd even start a vlog or something, try to build something online.

But first...

Pip snapped on. This was just another role. So Pip grinned and let go of Phineas's sleeve so he could shake Nora's hand. "Nice to meet you. Girl, these jeans are so it," blurted Pip. It was instinct to compliment people; it was how he built connections. Plus, those jeans were it. Pip wanted some for himself.

Nora laughed. "Oh, thank you! I thrifted them."

"You did? Wow, please give me that address. I need good thrift stores here."

"That's right, you're the one moving here, correct?" said Nora. "In the fall?"

"Yup. Or like, end of summer-ish," said Pip. Now that he was here in NYC, Pip wanted to get here ASAP. His hunger had been blasted wide open.

"Ah, that's a great time to come! The weather cools off and everything. Here, follow me, we'll pop into one of our conference rooms and get this thing banged out!"

@oh-phineas

[oh-phineas]

They followed Nora into a glass conference room with dry-erase marker scribblings all over the glass. A lot of it was too small to read at a glance, but Phineas caught big arrows and smiley faces and one area where "THINK!!!!" was written in giant letters. Phineas was momentarily enraptured by all of it. It was like looking at the inside of someone's brain.

"Yeah, some people are not great at remembering to clear their boards," Nora smirked, having noticed Phineas's interest. "I kind of like it, though."

"Yeah, it's cool," Phineas agreed.

Nora set the manila folder she'd been holding down on the table. "So you can take a look through everything, take your time. And make sure you initial every page. I'm here if you have any questions. And I'll make sure you don't miss any signature lines, so don't worry about that."

Phineas opened the folder. A half-inch-thick stack of papers sat inside. He glanced at Pip, the look on his face saying it all:

This was it. All their hopes and big dreams, all those hours in the garage, printed out in twelve point Times New Roman.

@exsqueak-me

[garchomp-ings]

[oh-phineas]

Sticking the Landing, Part 5 | Hadeas

[trip-downtheriverstyx]

"Politics and business are different, but related. You should know that too, considering your involvement with SSIC," Hades said, shrugging.

Politics could take losses or invest in things that wouldn't immediately turn a profit, that was true. But Hades didn't see how a landing pad was going to help more than just this one janitor, who said he would use it if it were there, but-- could otherwise access any part of the school without any problem.

"I have to choose what to invest our money in. And if I have to pick between a project that helps one person and a project that will help many people, then obviously, I'm going to pick the one with a greater reach. This isn't actually an issue of accessibility." Hades tapped the petition. "Maybe the landing pad is more convenient, but convenience and accessibility aren't the same."

@oh-phineas

[oh-phineas]

"It doesn't have to be either-or," Phineas argued, still not backing down. Maybe there was an aspect of stubbornness to this. He was still pretty miffed about Hades's response. "You don't have to give up another project that helps people. What if we could raise some of the money? People love a fundraiser!"

@trip-downtheriverstyx

[oh-phineas]

Welcome to New York, It's Been Waiting For You | Phinnip

[exsqueak-me]

"Why?" scoffed Pip, anxiously bouncing on his toes.

But Phineas wasn't listening anymore. He was -- gazing. That was the best description. Like how Booboo gazed out the window, seeing something that Pip's human eyes and attention span couldn't really see.

Pip frowned, then glanced around at the expansive NYC streets, full of action. Phineas could be gazing at anything or nothing. Was he just like, going over his notes in his head?

Probably. But the more they loitered, the more nervous Pip got. Like many things, Pip and Phineas were opposite in this way: different things made them feel better.

He was about to snap again, but thankfully, Phineas snapped first. Out of it, anyway.

Pip swallowed. "Good! Great! Come on!" And then because he was fidgety and even more nervous and now a little worried about what Phineas had been thinking about, he grabbed Phineas's arm and hauled him inside, not giving him a second chance to zone out again.

The elevator took them up toward the top of the massive building. It opened up to the floor of the edtech company, no 'lobby' or old-fashioned secretary to speak of. In front of Pip was, instead, a start-up cliche. It was an open concept office space with several whiteboards around, and people gathered in clusters.

Pip had...no idea where to go.

Thankfully, someone spotted them. "Phineas! Pip! Great, you're here!"

Pip was still holding onto Phineas's arm. Now, he clung a bit tighter. Phineas had taken all the calls, been on way more Zoom meetings. Even if he hadn't, one glance at the floor could confirm: these were Phineas's people.

@oh-phineas

[oh-phineas]

Phineas smiled as he looked around the office. It was no garage office, but Build a Brand had outgrown its garage office anyway. This was a real, proper startup office.

The kind of place Phineas could see himself in someday, honestly. He knew the idea of being in this specific office was a little far-fetched. Even being in this specific city—

(Because, okay, he wasn't that obsessed with Pip that he was going to follow him to his city)

—but it was the energy, the vibe, the vending machine that spat out free prebiotic soda!

And the people, of course. Nora was wearing cool bell-bottom jeans and a bright green blazer over a t-shirt advertising a local sports team Phineas hadn't heard of. All around, people bounced ideas around (and, in some cases, hacky sacks). And then there was Pip, clutching his arm. Phineas was totally chill about that part, he decided, it was everything else freaking him out.

"Nora! Nice to meet you in person!" Phineas said enthusiastically, holding his hand out to shake. He gave Pip a nod as though to say, Your turn!

@exsqueak-me

[oh-phineas]

Sticking the Landing, Part 5 | Hadeas

[trip-downtheriverstyx]

"There is no money to build a landing pad for one person," Hades quipped, pushing the petition across the desk.

"You're a business student, Phineas," he continued in a rather condescending tone. "You haven't proven the need for your product. That's one of the first steps to convincing anyone that the product is viable. Especially when your proposal will take so much money and space."

@trip-downtheriverstyx

[oh-phineas]

Phineas narrowed his eyes. This was why he couldn't stand Hades! So freakin' arrogant. Like he knew more than Phineas about the thing he'd been studying for four years!

"I mean, it's not a product. It's a petition. Politics and business are totally different," Phineas argued. "In business, it's about making money, and if you can help people, it's a bonus. In politics, it's about helping people, and if you can make some money, that's a bonus. This would help people."

@trip-downtheriverstyx

[oh-phineas]

Welcome to New York, It's Been Waiting For You | Phinnip

[exsqueak-me]

Oh, welp.

Pip had a feeling this would be a common occurrence for him once he moved here--overestimating travel time. Pip needed to be on time, if not early so he was set on being fifteen to twenty minutes early just based on paranoia, anxiety, and distrust in the NYC transport system!

But eventually, it'd smooth out. He'd learn exactly how long it took to get from Brooklyn to downtown Manhattan, from Downtown to the Upper West Side, etc.

For now though, he shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. "Maybe we should just go up anyway. It's good to be early, it's like, professional," he uttered.

And part of him needed to just rip this off like a plaster. Then he could close this chapter of his life and... move on.

Maybe that meant getting over Phineas too.

@oh-phineas

[oh-phineas]

That was when it hit Phineas that they were really doing this. That this was the end of this thing they'd built together, and now it would belong to someone else. It already sort of did— the deal was done— but soon the contract would have their signatures on it, and the deal would really be done.

"Yeah. Just... give me a second," Phineas said, looking out at the street. Yellow cabs whizzed by just like in the movies, honking and swerving and running through red lights. Phineas zoned out watching them, but he didn't find any answers.

He turned to look at Pip. Was now the time to tell him, since the deal was basically done anyway? If it ruined their relationship, maybe their relationship was already over, with Build a Brand over.

No, that wasn't true. Also, Phineas was a coward.

"Sorry, uh, let's go in. You're right. We should be early."

@exsqueak-me

[oh-phineas]

Sticking the Landing, Part 4 | Flynnbroch

[mamabear-elinor]

This was the sacrifice you made as a Board Member, she supposed. Though, most people were kind enough to just make an appointment. Or pop by during business hours. She didn't often get approached on the street like this. Certainly not these days (post-Order reveal.)

"Yes, I suppose that would make sense," Elinor agreed, hesitantly as they walked the few steps to the pick up counter.

@oh-phineas

[oh-phineas]

Nice! Phineas kept going. "So if someone prefers to say, fly to school instead of walking, shouldn't we provide them with a safe, private place for them to land? Instead of just making them do it in the parking lot, where it's full of teens who don't know how to drive."

@mamabear-elinor

[oh-phineas]

Sticking the Landing, Part 5 | Hadeas

[trip-downtheriverstyx]

"Is he suffering?" Hades asked, eyebrow still cocked. "Did he say he was -- 'suffering?'"

Hades doubted it. Though there was a better argument here, even if someone like Phineas probably wouldn't want to hear it. There was good reason not to waste valuable dollars on something that only one person used. It wasn't the same as having the school and classrooms be wheelchair accessible-- that change could still be used by many, the benefit widespread for those who might be injured temporarily or have chronic joint issues. That was the thing about disability justice; often, taking care of the disabled was better for the community as a whole.

But: someone with wings was not necessarily disabled. And a landing pad? That couldn't be used by a lot of people. Instead, it sounded like a waste of space.

@oh-phineas

[oh-phineas]

"Well, he said it was a good idea," Phineas said, which was about the strongest argument he could offer. "That he'd use it. It'd make things more convenient for him. Think about it, Mayor Acheron, isn't now the time to be listening to Magicks' ideas instead of trying to ask them if they're really suffering enough?"

@trip-downtheriverstyx

[oh-phineas]

Welcome to New York, It's Been Waiting For You | Phinnip

[exsqueak-me]

Just a sentence or two was all Pip needed.

Well, no. That wasn't true. Pip's appetite was too big. But it was the beginning of Pip's dream, the one he had when he was a little boy. It was the first thing he ever realized he consciously wanted. It had been his answer to everyone's question--

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Pip hadn't said actor. He hadn't said singer. He hadn't even said that handsome prince in the movies.

He'd said: I'm going to be famous.

It wasn't even a question of want. It wasn't if, it was when. Finally, it was happening just like in Pip's visions. He always knew he was supposed to become someone in New York City. His sentence started here. Today.

Pip grinned, his shoulders scrunching up to his ears as he let out a delighted squeal. "Oh my god, I just got chills!" he said. "Okay-- shit, how long does it take to get to the office? Should we go now?" He looked frantically at the clock.

@oh-phineas

[oh-phineas]

Phineas glanced at the time. He hadn't realized how much had passed. Here he was, thinking they were so early, and now they were just going to make it in the nick of time!

"Oh shit- we have to go, like, now," Phineas said, jumping out of his seat and slamming his laptop shut. It was probably for the best that things had turned urgent— there was no more time to sit around and let those feelings make him do something stupid.

He checked the address on Google Maps again. "Okay, okay, it's-" As soon as Phineas was outside, he realized he'd overestimated how long it took to walk a block. "Right around the corner, actually. Oh, uh, we're kind of early."

@exsqueak-me

[oh-phineas]

NAME: Phineas Flynn HOMETOWN: Nowhere Desert OCCUPATION: Small Business Owner YOUR WISH: He didn't quite make it that far LOYALIST/REBEL/OTHER: Whoever can get him outta here!

BIOGRAPHY:

Isn't Phineas Flynn a little young to be an old-timer in the dungeon?

Yes. Yes he is.

When you're born in the Nowhere Desert, getting out is kind of your whole thing. Phineas doesn't know if he has any family out there, but the closest thing he had was the traveling band of outlaws he fell in with at a young age. When he had the chance to hop aboard a pirate ship at age thirteen, he took it.

But Phineas dreamed of something even better. He wanted to be rich and famous and powerful. So when the ship docked in Rosas, Phineas and his adopted brother snuck out and began taking any opportunity they could to get rich. They schemed and scammed and counterfeited. Each day brought a new and more elaborate ruse. Phineas found enjoyed the performance of it more than anything; he liked pretending he was a young prodigy or a prophet chosen by God or whatever other title he took for the day.

But you can't run forever, and Phineas's scheming eventually caught up to him when he promised to procure an illegal potion for the wrong guy (a guy who happened to be a royal guard). He was thrown in jail before he even had a chance to wish his way out of the situation, and he's been stuck here ever since, for the past six years.

But hey, the company could be worse.