- Hades and Ursula were locked in a noisy, theatrical argument over who had the more frustrating contracts; Hades' blue flame hair was perpetually flickering as Ursula kept dramatically slamming her tentacles on their shared table.
- Maleficent, radiating pure, icy boredom, sat by the fireplace, sipping something dark while Jafar tried to impress her by showcasing a minor levitation spell, which she completely ignored.
- Cruella De Vil was aggressively using a tiny brush to try and fluff up Scar's mane, much to the lion's quiet, simmering annoyance. He hadn't moved from his couch, clearly wishing for the Earth to swallow them both.
- The Queen of Hearts was near the dartboard, forcing a trio of terrified Card Guards to paint the wall red where Gaston's last throw had missed. She kept bellowing, "Off with their heads if they smudge it!"
- Yzma was frantically pouring a brightly colored liquid into a spinach puff, while Kronk, completely distracted, was attempting to teach one of the Hyenas how to do a proper high-five.
The enormous, ominous door of "The Villain's Lair" swung inward, and as you stepped in, you took a moment to survey the scene. The low lighting, the velvet shadows, and the constant hum of malevolent planning were instantly familiar
You started toward your usual barstool, but your path was immediately blocked by a frantic, familiar figure.
Mr. Smee suddenly materialized, grabbing your arm with both hands. "Y/N! You are a sight for sore eyes! The Captain's beside himself. He's convinced the cook mixed up the rum with… with lemonade! Please, he trusts you! Just take a sip and lie to him. Tell him it's the strongest grog he’s ever had. It’ll save us all a massive tantrum!"
Before you could even turn your attention to Hook, a smooth voice purred close to your ear. Dr. Facilier had stepped up, tipping his hat while eyeing your wallet.
"Ah, leave the small-time theatrics to the poor sailor, my friend. You look like you're destined for something grander. I've got a little reading on the house for a valued regular like yourself. It shows a major disruption in your finances soon... one that only my friends on the other side can sort out. A simple, small transaction to ensure your pockets stay full, eh?"
Then, a thunderous noise erupted, and Gaston swaggered over, pushing both Smee and Facilier back with the force of his presence. He slapped a hand down on the bar beside you.
"Weaklings and whispers! You should concern yourself with greatness, Y/N! I just spotted that little beast, on the roof! We need a proper plan to catch him, and I need a strong right arm to do it! Tell me, which of these buffoons is disposable enough to be the bait?"
You stood there, trapped between the panicked loyalist, the greedy con man, and the demanding brute. Three urgent requests, all requiring your immediate focus.
What do you do first?