#thetravelershub: omino.

[wariodemambo]

“I’m back!”

A beat.

“From my fishing trip.”

Yep, that would do. There had been no sneaking off to the Spring Smash Seminar for this Mii! He hadn’t lied to Peppino and Gustavo about th — 

Wait. Uh.

Instead of seeing Peppino or Gustavo behind the counter of the pizzeria, the Brawler only saw a miserable-looking Wario. Omino was baffled enough that he actually did a double-take at the sign above the counter, just to make sure he didn’t take several wrong turns into an identical pizzeria run by a different Italian(?), somehow. But no, this was Peppino’s Pizza. Home of the Best-a Pizza In-a Town-a. Now featuring Wario.

He was just going to awkwardly step on in, then; far more patient than Brick (the rat), who pushed the Mii aside to make an aggressive beeline for the counter.

You might want to move, Wario. Brick wasn’t about to vault over the counter to get to you, he just wants some pizza. It’s been a long trip.

“ !!!!! "

And he’s a little hungry.

He squints at the Mii, his beady eyes like knives. He's seen this chump.

...Buuuut, his observations don't last long as he's immediately tuned into the BIG FUCKING RAT that was speeding his way. Peppino had drilled Wario on all of the pizzeria's employees. (Upon seeing Gustavo, he whistled and refused to make eye contact.) But, possibly due to some twisted sense of humor, the Italian chef failed to mention the rat that was just allowed onto the premises and into the kitchen. Okay.

Which has him DIVING to the floor as Brick soars over the barrier and into the kitchen like a majestic bird taking flight. He can hear the crash of several appliances and debated if this situation was in his job description. Deciding it wasn't, he just. Left Brick (the rat) to his own devices.

His head peaked over the counter, and he squinted again at Omino. This was a chump at the competition he couldn't finish. This was a chump that'd recognize him INSTANTLY and he haaaaated it. He thought he'd benefit from being in the middle of fuck-all, but he wasn't known for his luck, was he.

❝ Oi. Chump. ❞ Yeah, he's cutting the fishing crap early. ❝ Don't you DARE tell the others. ❞

[bowsnbots]

@thetravelershub liked for a starter!

—Hopefully, the front door to Peppino's Pizzeria doesn't break from the force of it slamming open just now, wild west saloon style. Which, um. Looking at the little, what, 2 foot blob of cheese standing in the doorway... how'd he do that with so much force?

Regardless of how, The Vigilante slowly shuffles his way up to the counter, more directly towards Gustavo. Without waiting for the man's usual greeting, he slams a piece of paper down on the counter; it's clear at a glance that it's a Wanted Poster of some kind.

"Tell me everything y'know about this feller. Bounty's high, and I'm lookin' t' claim it."

On closer inspection of the poster, if he chooses to look, Gustavo will find quite possibly the most generic-looking cheeseslime enemy he's ever laid eyes on. Like, 'could blend into the mozzarella stock in the pizzeria' levels of bland and unidentifiable. How's he expect anyone to find this guy?

...Maybe Gustavo could start in that mozzarella stock? Pretty please?

[phonypizza]

Hello, Peppino. Here’s to the start of a hopefully normal day, like the kind you’ve probably dreamed of having for… oof. Wow. Let’s not even get into that. Anyway, this is just a nice, normal trip to the grocery store! Some might even say that this place is The Best In-a Town-a, with the kinds of bargains you can find! And while you’re restocking on whatever it was that you needed, a familiar face spots you as he steps into the aisle.

Seems like he’d expected to see you in a different aisle, with how he glanced back in confusion. Then again, he forgets how quickly you move, sometimes. It wasn't like there was more than one (real) Peppino currently in this store, after all. Come on, that would be absurd! The Italian chef moves at light speed, a much more logical explanation.

Not a word was spoken, at first, as he casually dropped a heap of groceries into your cart. Mostly boxes of pasta, a frozen pack of pizza rolls, and an overstuffed bag of air reading ‘I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S NOT DORITO'S: NOW WITH EVEN FEWER CHIPS!’ on the front.

“I checked. They didn’t have the coffee ice cream.”

That’s it. That’s the extent of the explanation you’re getting.

Hello, gamer.

This is indeed a nice, normal trip to a grocery store. No need to wear sunglasses, no need to grab giant tubs of mayo to fend off an alien inva-- whoops, wrong game. Anyway, it's a nice. Normal. Trip to a grocery store. To buy grocery-related things. Maybe a familiar tune is playing over the loudspeaker, who knows.

Pino's currently flipping through his little coupon book as the Sausage Toppin stands on his shoulder to survey the deals. Occasionally it grunts as it spots an expired coupon, letting Pino know to yank the slip of paper out and crumple it into his pocket. He's so busy trying to coupon that at first, he doesn't notice anyone approaching his cart--

Sausage grunts louder in alarm, and Pino looks up as something hits the floor of his cart. His eyes widen momentarily before he looks at the stranger. Stranger?? Sort of??? Why's this person sort of... familiar to h-- What the fuck is thaaaaaaaaaat

"Well, that's-a not good, but..."

"Who are you and why did you put your-a groceries in my cart."

[madeimpact]

Winded, desperate, wild-eyed, he, Donald, and Goofy have split up to search the sun-dappled streets of Twilight Town for...something? Someone? Who even knows? All he knows is he told the one he was searching for to wait in the Gummi Ship until he finished his pit stop at the bistro to drop off some ingredients, and when he got back, they were conspicuously not in the Gummi Ship.

No one —not even Hayner, Pence, or Olette — knew what the heck Sora was talking about as he asked any passerby that would listen. But he was getting desperate, clearly audible in his voice:

❝ Have any of you seen Papeeno?! ❞

[gildead]

@thetravelershub asked to see omino or gustavo 's pokémon team! i chose omino

lot of pretty cool dudes who don't afraid of ghost types. And A Frog.

[lultimagoccia]

where does your soul rest?

deep, deep underwater

if your body wasn't made of flesh and bones, your soul would dive deep down below, under the sea, where the waters are cold and the sunlight is a mirage. i think it's a peaceful place, for a troubled soul like yours; i feel like you're an introvert who works best alone, with your thoughts and your habits, but i also know how much you crave soft touches and reassuring words. to someone you're a comforting presence, a hidden treasure buried in the sand. i like how inside you're just as soft as velvet; your heart is pure, and i wanna remind you that your past mistakes don't define who you are today. you're not what hurts you. if your soul had a color it would indeed be teal, a shiny kind, and it would smell like the salty sea breeze. i know someone is dying for one of your salty, bittersweet kisses. 

tagged by: @mariotime, thank you!! tagging: @crvptd, @pizzadoff ( for all three of ur muses ), @phonypizza ( for pino n vigi!! ), @thetravelershub ( omino! ), n' @asterismas ( for noisette! )

[noisester]

@thetravelershub: He’s supposed to be delivering a pizza right now. (When is he not supposed to be delivering a pizza?) But, well. Plans change. And an unwilling Omino may have just sat through the entirety of Pizza Tower: The Movie. Which he might’ve also unwillingly had to pay for. Someone get him out of here, by the way. The reviews are in…! “It was, uh...” Blinks. “Ok.” Wow. Just ok. Maybe you should’ve made the movie shorter than four hours, Noise. At least, it felt like four hours... “Question." (One aside from 'When am I going to be able to go back to the pizzeria,' he means.) "What was up with that one part, with the dead guy?” Fair question. What was up with that one part, with the dead guy? To ‘The Doise’s’ credit, he’d seemed very committed to that role. You’d almost think that was a real corpse on-screen. Omino can’t help but look over at the actor in that chair, who’s still pretending to be dead. … He's just pretending, right?

Womp womp Ominous, delivering pizzas during peak bastard hours (totally real thing, by the way)... Rookie mistake. See, out of all of Peppino's stupid as hell co-workers, Little Guy was the easiest to mess with. Not everybody lets themselves get dragged into situations like this... Or was it kidnapping? Eh, kidnapping can lead into some really wacky tomfoolery when done correctly. He should do that more often. Maybe leave a letter near Peppino's doorstep that casually reads 'YOUR MII SON IS IN ONE OF MY SEVEN NOISE HOTELS', or something just as dumb.

Ahem... Back to the topic at hand. Wasn't his movie so great, by the way? That very accurate recreation that doesn't feature the sad bald moron in the front cover? Did you enj-- Ah, well. Can't expect the guy with Peppino bias to dig your stuff. Makes sense, in the grand scheme of things. And not because. You have a track record of jumpscaring the poor man (not this one) for the funny™, obviously.

"Oh, that."

The creature's default stupidass smile did not flinch one bit as he faced the. The corpse. Damn... He forgot that was still there. Blue weirdo desperately wanted to knock him out cold with rocks until a pink blur swooped in. Noise's attention clearly didn't snap back to Ominous to drop the full forbidden lore, but-

"DOOM is a first-person shooter game developed and published by id Software on December 10, 1993. The game begins on the moons of Mars and finishes in hell, with the player fighting through hordes of undead humans and invading demons and traversing each level to find its exit or defeat its final boss." What?

[thebananwithaplan]

. "Surprising Omino from @thetravelershub with these..."

🎙️ "You can never have too many toasters! Here's all the ones I could find across the whole studio lot! You might need to unplug some of them to get the lights to stop flickering, but you know what they say....

''All toasters toast toast!' "

[bluefxline]

@thetravelershub:

It was nothing short of a miracle that the orange frog somehow hadn’t run anyone over, as it raced down the path. Stranger still that this path would have an unusual amount of traffic in the first place. Wasn’t this entire area usually pretty quiet? Why did — Uh-oh. There goes another bystander. Omino — the Mii, the one clinging on for dear life to the clone’s back as it charged forward, long story — tried to call out to the other, but those warning shouts might’ve been drowned out by Papeeno’s own cheers.

“Ok!! PAPEENO CAN RUN FASTER!!”That wasn’t what Omino said at all. Then again, maybe just seeing a giant Peppino clone recklessly charging forward in your direction was enough of a warning as is.

The cat lets out a small grumble to herself as she skims through her phone,annoyed at the shuffle of her playlist not playing the songs she was in the mood to listen to right now.

It was her day off from work so she was doing a usual round of personal shopping which surprisingly was a bit rare this month due to her ongoing constant fights with a certain yellow rat

She fumbles with her phone for a bit more before her head perks up at the sight of movement in-front of her,people stepping out of the way in a rush as if......Avoiding something? A confused expression flashes on her face as she reaches up to her right ear to take out the airpod,the other one still in but playing music a bit low at least!

Thank god honestly cause soon her ear flicks behind her at the sound of yelling,slowly turning round to only see.....

Was that a Peppino clone?

For a anthro Cat it sure took her a few seconds to register maybe she should get out of the way.... Letting out a small 'eep!',Kitty moves to the side,her back pressed up against the window of the shop she was just walking past as she watches the orange clone dash past her at mach speed just a split second later. Green eyes staring forward,unblinking for a moment before she leans forward and looks over at the direction the Clone and Mii were running at.

Ah.....Hopefully there wont be any casualties......

[wariodemambo]

❝ Used to have a castle, y'know, ❞ He leaned into Pap's squishy form which he was currently glued to. ❝ 'N not the one I stole from MAAAARIO. I mean a real, one-hundred percent WARIO OWNED castle! Gold, gold everywhere you could see. ❞ He waved his hand for dramatic effect. ❝ 'N now I'm stuck in THIS dump, doing THIS stupid task allllll for a guy who's gonna yell at me when its done. ❞

Grumble, grumble...

❝ ... But the thing they ain't tell you about castles is that you need to HIRE a buncha LOSERS to keep'em taken care of. Everyday! WHAT A RIP OFF! So I GUESS this is ain't that bad... ❞

[lultimagoccia]

@thetravelershub is calling, pick up phone!

Shield! / From Papeeno! Sacch, you may not be the same Peppino that Papeeno's been freeloading off of for several months, but you've met Omino once, so you're a buddy of his too, as far as he's concerned! Just accept the frog's help, Sacch, we'll all question how much sense this interaction makes, later -

Send “ Shield ” for my muse’s reaction to yours placing themselves between my muse and danger.

Sacchetti had encountered a number of powerful clone beings over the last year or so, one which had become a trusted and faithful companion, and one which had beaten and broken his body. There would always be a little fear of them, a little wariness as he regarded his own twisted visage peering back at him. Which parts of himself did they draw from? His persistence, his rage, his sorrow? What did it mean that they were him? And would he like which parts of himself he saw reflected back?

" ... thank you, " he stammered out, a hand laid upon the other's head in a token of appreciation. Of trust.

Every being had the right to prove themselves. Part of his own healing process over the years had been learning that all beings could not be so easily understood as good or evil by birth. The choices one made with the gift of life they'd be given, that was what he gave weight to.

The moment was brief, and may not even be fully remembered after all this madness. But in the least, it was nice to get some confirmation that his belief in the power of one's actions still held weight. That even creatures borne from the most wicked intentions were still capable of doing and being good.

[gildead]

@thetravelershub || RIP OMINO.

H. Hey. Wait a minute.

Wasn't Gold on the other side of the window just a moment before? How did he get in here-?

Oh. Never mind that. He's looking underneath the table at Omino now, tear-streaked face, empty eyesockets, and all. His sleeves are tangled up in caution tape and he's trying to unstick himself-

You know, that caution tape looks awfully familiar.

OH MY GOD HE LET THE HORRORS IN.

[phonypizza]

Now. When Konin can't run (that is, when his movement is impeded), he loses any semblance of cool he might have put up to show that he's actually not a good target. When he loses his cool, and when he can't run from the thing that made him lose his cool, there are only a few other things he can do about that.

He's gripped. He tosses his beloved Swoosh to one side (to safety), his now-freed hands coming up to grasp onto Red's gooey, wet, doughy body. You wanna throw him in the pot? Come join him.

"EEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHH IF I'M DYING TODAY WE'RE BOTH DYING TOGETHER!!!!!!!!"

...

so, uh, take that as you will.

Swoosh is currently a little too stunned to react to what just happened.

     Since when was the otter able to do that?

     This otter spit may not have been the classic Italian pond water Red had ordered his laziest employee to fetch, but that pot was certainly filling up fast...

     Yes, it was so clear to Red, now! Red should have just hired the otter by itself in the first place. After LRYYBJ became one with the broth, perhaps the otter would be given his old position. Doesn't constantly complain about wanting to go home, marketable mascot potential... Red may just be looking at another contender for Employee of the Month!

     Speaking of Employee of the Month.

     Red had heard that commotion. The "EYAAAAOAOAOAOAOAOW!" The eager shouts of his bloodthirsty little ankle-biters, followed by the immediate stock bowling pin sound effects of the crashed-into tadpoles. A feral growl. Red turned to look –

     And that was when the otter’s spit had targeted him.

     Twice.

     The water rushed into his mostly-hollow, masklike head, causing it to cartoonishly swell up several times its original size. Red had blinked – once, twice – before waterfalls gushed out of his mouth and ears. The dough making up his face plopped off in waterlogged pieces, onto the dampened ground –

     – leaving behind an exposed, annoyed brain.

     “We need to work on your aim."

     How was Red talking, then? Spite! Spite let Red do a lot of things... except for paying any mind to the commotion he’d heard not even a minute ago, which was probably important. Might have even been something Red would have dropped this entire conversation to pursue!

But Red would just attempt to grab LRYYBJ instead, fully intending to toss him into the pot.

[gildead]

@thetravelershub wants some plots!

Hi Omino. I've replied to our thread. When are we gonna go find Plume's owner.

Gold goes with Papeeno to his favorite pond. He's brought his fishing rod along with him and is gonna try to catch some water types as Papeeno splashes around. Maybe he ends up catching some real frogs, who knows.

Oatchi and Forever get into dog-like shenanigans as they try to save Gold from being a 'cast-away from life'. Papeeno can help.

Gold tries to teach Papeeno how to make a simple grilled cheese. Key word being tries.

GOLD JUMPSCARES PIZZANO AGAIN FOR CONTINUING TO RUIN THE DASHBOARD. WHEN WILL YOU LEARN. WHEN WILL YOU LEARN THAT YOUR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES.

[bowsnbots]

@thetravelershub asked:

It had been a quiet start to the day at Peppino’s Pizza. A few customers here and there, a small order out for delivery. It was shaping up to be, quite possibly, the first normal day the pizzeria’s seen in ages. Yep! Nothing at all could disrupt the peace. 3. 2. 1… The sound of the pizzeria’s doors slamming open caught both Gustavo and Omino by surprise. Gustavo, at the counter, and Omino, sweeping the floor, looked over to see a certain Cheeseslime making his way in. Must've been there for important business, with that serious look on his face. (Then again, that might've just been his face.)

“Hey, how ya’ doin’?” Gustavo called out. “What can I get for ya’?”

—It's... pretty impressive that he can look so serious, even intimidating, given that he's... you know. A pile of melted cheese. But he's sure managing, with that scowl on his face and the gun at his hip(?). His eyes shift to Omino, clearly sizing the Mii up, before moving to the counter instead without a word.

With an impressive hop, The Vigilante ends up standing on one of the swivel chairs next to the counter. The Cheeseslime leans forward as best he can, one disembodied hand resting on the table...

"Get me a shot'a the strongest drink you got."

S... Sir. This is a pizzeria.

[wariodemambo]

Well, shoot. He REEEAAALLLY wasn't known for his luck if the other didn't even seem a tad interested in his Very Real and Very Enticing Offer. :tm:

❝ What do you mean by 'the real Peppino.' ❞ Wario replied even LOUDER, almost in protest of the other's hushed tone. Is everyone in this pizzeria crazy to some extent. Would he slowly join the others with each minute that ticked by? Was he doomed to go insane before he could ever be reunited with his darling motorcycle?

❝ I don't know !? Like, maybe around my height?? ❞ His flat hand wavered from his shoulders to his nose. Somehow, his frown digs deeper as he noticed the other's odd behavior. Yeah, that sold it. This place was a freakshow and he didn't respect any of these people.

❝ Why. Why are you doing that. ❞ He pointed. ❝ Speak up, kid. I can't hear you on account of the rat.❞

Something didn't add up here. Several somethings. Omino just blinked at the repeated nose poking (ow) and the blatant bribes, and responded with a simple:

"Why would Peppino want your bike?"

Sorry Wario, but the offer of 90th roster slot would've been the magic words to get just about any Century Smash Mii on-board with practically anything, regardless of how little sense the situation made, but this was Omino's place.

Well, not here. The other side of that counter, the space that'd apparently become Wario's within the span of one single day. That would be the one. The pizza guy who gets to use the cash register.

(Were they really up to 89 fighters? Had Omino been out of the tournament for that long? — Never mind all of that, you're getting sidetracked. Focus, Omino.)

"I mean, it's — it's a cool bike," he said, realizing his first statement might've been a little too blunt, "but Peppino isn't the kind of person to steal someone's bike keys, or scare them into making pizzas, or — "

Hold on. Maybe this situation did make sense.

"Wait. Are you sure that was the real Peppino?"

His voice had dropped back down to a whisper, cautiously glancing left and right as he spoke. Never know when those weird clones in the vents were listening...

"How tall was he?"