an entire blog to cling onto plainview info

On the new Plainview images you posted are those hands around chessters eyes or something else

nope! those are its faceplates. They open very strangely, I know

You play it safe and just sit in the one closest to you.

LUCIA CELEBRATION: Ya know what we like to do here, kid? We like to have ourselves a good load’a fun. And hey - what’s more fun than a lil’ game? So let’s play a lil’ game called “Who’s Who”. Need I explain more?

You shake your head ‘no’.

LUCIA CELEBRATION: Good. Ya already know ya place.

LUCIA CELEBRATION: Obviously -

He puts his hands on his chest.

LUCIA CELEBRATION: There’s me. Good ol’ Lucia Celebration, the one ‘n’ only Birthday King. When things get run, I’m the one runnin’ em. ‘Head honcho’, ‘big shot’, whateva’ words ya have to sum up “the guy in charge”.

LUCIA CELEBRATION: And over there,

He points to another member. This one bearing the resemblance of a three-headed fish.

LUCIA CELEBRATION: Is-

IMAGIO DIATRIBE: HARK! FOR I AM IMAGIO DIATRIBE, ORDERER OF THE GUNCH!!! YOU, LOWLY RECRUIT, HAVE BEEN COMPLETELY STRIPPED OF INDIVIDUALITY, AND IT’S ALL THANKS TO ME!!!! ME AND THE GUNCH, OH THAT MAGNIFICENT MACHINE THAT I ALONE BUILT TO PEEL AT THE FREEDOM OF THE MIND - THAT’S RIGHT, THE GUNCH AND ME!!! SO TO HELL WITH THE TULSE AND HER INFERIOR ROBOT CREATIONS, WHO’S LAUGHING NOW YOU FUC-

LUCIA CELEBRATION: Imagio would you please get off of the table.

Imagio is, in fact, on the table.

IMAGIO DIATRIBE: OH.

Imagio is no longer on the table.

LUCIA CELEBRATION: Now, for someone who actually knows how to ACT correctly - Mx. Adelias, would you do the honors?

The bird-like being closes the fan that had once been obscuring their face, revealing a suave, put-together appearance.

EIDELIAS ADELIAS: Charmed to. Hello, dear - you can call me Eidelias Adelias, or going by my title, ‘Official Birthday Party Supervisor of Spectacle’.

IMAGIO DIATRIBE: THERE THEY GO, “OFFICIAL BLEHBLEHBLEHBLEEEE”- WEAR IT OUT, WILL YOU?!

EIDELIAS ADELIAS: Imagio, for the self described ‘pillar of control’ you certainly don’t have the best grasp on controlling yourself~

IMAGIO DIATRIBE: I WILL RIP YOU APART YOU LITTL-

LUCIA CELEBRATION: MR. DIATRIBE I CAN AND WILL RETURN THAT PUNY LITTLE PIPE ORGAN OF YOURS IF YOU KEEP THIS UP!

Imagio gets teary in all three pairs of eyes.

IMAGIO DIATRIBE: MY ORGAN??? MY PRICELESS ORGAN?!

IMAGIO DIATRIBE: THE ONE BOUND OF PIXIE-SILVER AND THE FINEST BIRCH?!

IMAGIO DIATRIBE: I-I SWEAR UP AND DOWN ON MY LIFE, SIR, MOTHER GOSS FORGIVE MY SOUL, I’LL BEHAVE! I’LL BEHAVE!!!! I PROFUSELY APOLOGIZE FOR EEEEVERYTHING!!!!!!! I’M SO SORRY FOR EVER TORMENTING YOU WITH QUARELLSOME NOTHINGS!!!! I DIDN’T MEAAAAN ITTTTTT!!!!!

The fish - or fishes - turns into a shaky mess of incoherent tears. At least she’s not talking anymore, and that seems to be good enough for Lucia.

LUCIA CELEBRATION: B.B., would you-

EIDELIAS ADELIAS: I regret to inform you that it appears that B.B is absent from today’s gathering. In the Gauntlet, I presume.

Lucia looks over to an empty chair, the one meant for B.B.

LUCIA CELEBRATION: RIGHT. RUNNIN’ THE GAUNTLET. YEAH.

LUCIA CELEBRATION: PHINEAS GEARSHIFT?!

An elderly half-mechanized snail-man sitting across from you wakes up from somehow being able to sleep through all this.

PHINEAS GEARSHIFT: HUH? BWHUH? HUH?!!

LUCIA CELEBRATION: READ. WHAT’S ON. THE PAGE.

PHINEAS GEARSHIFT: Oh.

Mr. Gearshift shuffles paperwork around, before reading off one sheet in particular.

PHINEAS GEARSHIFT: ‘My name is Phineas Gearshift, owner of Gearshift Incorporated and a … gl…GLAD endorser of The Birthday Party. As the appointed Old Money Manager of this fine establishment of hardworking individuals, I proudly back the Birthday Party with…MILLIONS of my own dollars…each. Year.’ That good enough fer ‘ya?

LUCIA CELEBRATION: It works.

Little Man sits up from one of the member chairs - shocking you that he even has a chair at all. But, his name is on a plaque, so..?

LITTLE MAN: DHDHDGSGSGSHSSJAHSHSHSSHHSNSNSBSBSJSHSGSBSKSJSJSBJSSJHSHAHSJSJSSHHEBBEJESHSHJSJSJSSBSHSBSSBSISHSH

LUCIA CELEBRATION: …Wisely said, Lil’ guy.

IMAGIO DIATRIBE: WAIT WHY DOES HE HAVE A SEA-

LUCIA CELEBRATION: Shuttup AND LASTLY, THE STAR OF THE SHOW - CINNAFUN SWIRL HERSELF!

Cinnafun laughs and waves awkwardly, looking incredibly uncomfortable for such a confident pop star.

CINNAFUN SWIRL: Ummm. Hiii~iiii. I’m Cinnafun Swirl, and….I….I’m the appointed Diva of Doom, and….~ Ha. Yeah. That’s me. Hi.

LUCIA CELEBRATION: That’s ‘em all, then. Finally. New guy, is there ANYTHING you need me to repeat on that front?! ANYTHING AT ALL?!

(No, we… we can move on.)

-can sweat on comand

-cant be brainwashed???

You are 35 years old. You drive a rectangle-like car called a Catty 200. It’s painted orange on the side and blue on the top.

You are something between a man and something known only to you. You live a mundane life out in the quiet parts of the state. You have never understood conventional relationships, and you’ve never been attracted to anyone enough to want to change that. Such a way of life is simply not for you.

You are a hobbyist detective, working for no higher authority other than your own sense of intrigue.

Calls are frequent. Specifics are vague. For the most part, you’ll be phoned out to a client with no further elaboration, just that there’s a problem that needs solving and you’re the one to solve it, no questions asked.

Today’s case has brought you to a town in Manesy, a town like no other in the country. A small yet esteemed town of only 500 invited residents of honor who excel at a handful of particular niches - and they excel so well, they might as well be considered the best in their field, and as recognition for their achievements, have all been packed tight, all here in this very place. Put shortly, you’ve been wheeled out to the so-called ‘best town in the country’ - on a call from none other than the mayor herself. Like many times before, she didn’t give you any deets - only that you should come to her residency for the full picture.

A long drive through shrubbery and tall pine and down through a clearing brings you zooming past the town’s greeting sign.

for those who don’t know plainview is essentially a souped-up version of an ask blog focused around a little town in a weird alternate history version of america where everything is a LOT more wacky, and the town itself is inhabited only by the nation’s most accomplished and celebrated people in various fields - but something WEIRD™️ is going on that the outside public doesn’t know about, and it’s your job as a little private detective dude hired by the mayor to get to the bottom of WHAT exactly this certain weird thing is! or what weird thing(s), plural.

those who follow the blog are basically all “playing” as the detective, and it’s up to all the “players” to work together through the ask feature to navigate the hurdles the plot throws at them and to solve the various mysteries within the strange, secretive, socialite-filled town of plainview, manesy!

if you’re a fan of args (which i guess this technically is just without a lot of the horror elements), extremely out there and bonkers lore, weird middle-aged gay people, nonsensical alternate histories, cartoony and colorful shape-heavy character designs, stories about oddball towns, media that plays homage to older media, if you just enjoy the things i make in general or if you don’t have anything better to do over your summer than to get obsessed with a niche online story about a silly rich people town that doesn’t exist - CHECK OUT PLAINVIEW!!! i’ve been working on it for MONTHS, it’s a FUN TIME, and you’re gonna LIKE IT. and if you DONT like it, then i’m going to explode and have my evil shadow soul turn into an invisible demon that haunts your life and i keep knocking over things while you’re not looking, and you probably don’t want that. it’s probably going to be really annoying and suck REALLY bad for you.