[CENTER][h1][color=teal]Duck-Billed O'Malley[/color][/h1][/CENTER]

A button is pressed.

Power floods the system.

At first, it is subtle. Status LEDs flicker to life beneath the costume, diagnostic readouts scrolling rapidly across screens that lay elsewhere. Servos whine as they calibrate, joints twitching in precise motions. Then the animatronic platypus's eyes illuminate, a warm pleasant glow focusing and sharpening as if awareness itself is snapping into place.

Duck-Billed O'Malley's bill opens slightly, closing again with a soft pneumatic hiss. His head tilts, smooth and deliberate, as internal gyros stabilize and posture routines engage. One webbed foot shifts forward and steps off the charging port, testing balance. Another follows. Each movement is fluid, uncannily lifelike.

A cheerful chime plays from speakers hidden within the animatronic's endoskeleton.

[color=teal]"Duck-Billed O'Malley back online!"[/color] A Irish accented voice rich with digital warmth and just a hint of theatrical flair then happily exclaims from those same speakers. [color=teal]"Primary Battery... at full capacity. Secondary Battery... at full capacity. Tertiary Battery... at full capacity. Emergency Reserve Power... at full capacity. Probability Manipulation Charges... all present and accounted for. Extended Shutdown Restoration Sequence... still ongoing, Estimated Time to Completion: Unknown. Diagnostics complete. A minor discrepancy has been detected in the memory core. All functions nominal otherwise."[/color] O'Malley straightens, adjusting his leprechaun vest with a practiced gesture coded long before this moment, before reaching up and tipping his leprechaun hat. [color=teal]"Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! Assorted geniuses behind the glass! I believe we're ready to open the doors!"[/color]

After a moment, O'Malley looked around and realized that none of the people he was addressing were present. He was alone. Of course he was. Zachary had mentioned that such would be the case when they were planning this operation. Not that such a thing bothered him. He'd handled jobs on his own all the time even back before all the woes Covid had brought. O'Malley looked upon the Main Gate of Wilderness Wonderland with a melancholic sort of nostalgia. He still had fond memories of visiting this place in its heyday during the crossover event between the bowling alley and the amusement park. Seeing the dilapidation this place had fallen into grieved him almost as much as it had to look upon the boarded up husk of his own venue. Now that O'Malley was back up and running, he had hopes that he could get the rest of his friends back online as well. That together they could reopen their old place and get back to doing what they did best. Once they had done that, maybe - just maybe - they could do the same for Wilderness Wonderland too...

A brief crackle of static Pulled O'Malley out of his thoughts. [i]"O'Malley?"[/i] A familiar voice spoke up then. [i]"O'Malley, can you hear me? Come in, O'Malley!"[/i]

[color=teal]"Readin' ya loud and clear, Joey m'lad!"[/color] O'Malley happily said in response to Joseph's words. [color=teal]"A lotta the park has been left to its own devices. But it seems the cameras have been well maintained. If they still work, I believe I can win them over."[/color] With that said, O'Malley shut one eye and a strange rune etched into his endoskeleton that looked oddly like a cog wheel began to glow softly. Soon enough, O'Malley's closed eye began to see once more. But instead of what was in front of it, the eye saw anything the amusement park's security cameras could see.

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Duck-Billed O'Malley uses magic. He rolls a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/29798]13[/url] and opts to observe another place. Specifically, any place in sight of Wilderness Wonderland's security cameras.
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