Heyyy, what's up . My name's Jett, 20, and workin' over at the Ghostly Manor up in Mouseland— whatever area I'm in, I forget. Come on by if you wanna hang or get a kick outta the ride operated by the one and only. (My boss says for us to go wayyy in on the adverts..)
This job is all I really got goin' for me. I'm not lookin' to go speeding thru life, y'know. Just playing for the hell of it, why not?
Come on over to the Manor if you wanna have a good time, if not I'll see ya around anyway. ;)
Hiiii, My name is Mikey (or Bean) and i run this blog from @beanscool ,,
This is my first oc blog and i lowkey just spent an hour photobashing just for him so here he is
This is Jett (Johnathan, but he does NOT appreciate the full naming, that's lame dude) Whitlock, he's 20, kinda a loser, stoner in his freetime, and full time annoyance. He's not actually that annoying, he just loves messing around with people (lovingly <3 even if he's purposely dense in the process)
He operates the Ghostly Manor and occasionally techs some of the show attractions. He did tech theatre in high school but doesn't care for the school system enough to apply his interests into college, tho he could if he wanted. He's pretty hands on, tinkering with stuff all the time.
He's just a chill guy :1 feel free to chat with him
Heres a general moodboard for him vvvv
@mouseland-managment-matt2001 noooo idea if this is good but heres my general idea :3
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(TW for abuse [shitty home life] and drug mention [weed])
Jett, born Johnathan Whittlock, was son to semi-loving Maria and Jason Whittlock. Their home, along with many others along their family lineage, was very career centered. Two options: Military or medical, or both if you can help it!
Maria was as kind as a mother working grueling hospital hours can be. Drowsy and loving at times, snappy and condescending at others. She was mostly absent, physically and mentally. Jason was strict and ran a tight ship. He was insistent on Jett being an army boy just like him. He had it all planned out in his head how Jett's life would be.
Jett, from the naive age of 5, was okay with this. Growing up with your life splayed out for you made it easy to walk the line. It wasn‘t until he hit the age of 11 that he realized it wasn't normal for other kids to wake up early to run laps around the house and work your way through push ups and pull ups since you were 7. At that point, he was skeptical about the... nature of his parents.
He only mustered up the courage to ask at dinner one night, at the age of 12. He was lectured about the long lingeage of their family making themselves worthwhile in the world through their work, blah blah blah. His father scoffed and had sarcastically asked what Jett would rather do instead of the military.
Even uttering the idea of being a mechanic or an engineer— something that had peaked his interest after tinkering with small items and electronics, as well as assisting his father in fixing up the car— earned a quick backhand to the cheek. After being sent up to his room, which now looked more like a cell than anything with the stark walls and perfectly done bed, his dismay festered into bitterness. This is around when he starts shaping into the little fuckhead he is later.
From then on, summer boot camps are mandatory, time spent at home is time studying or running drills with his father. Each lap makes his chest burn with pure spite and irritation. Subtle glares come more often, dinners are silent, and he learned not to confide in his mother after he linked his punishments to having told her about his true interests. Luckily, boot camp is equally full of shitheads as it is guys who want to take things seriously. Jett learns he is wayyy too uptight, microdosing rebellion through simple things like staying up past curfew, to milder things like kissing a boy, then into things like smoking his first joint.
This also bleeds into his school life, branching out to other people, dressing more to his own style of DIY designed shirts and worn and torn jeans. His music branched out as well, his CD player hidden under his pillow with his rotation of his one Michael Jackson CD and his one ABBA CD being his guilty pleasure. This all mixes into his grunge/funky/maybe hippie/slightly dirty style he has now.
This manages on until he's almost 16, to which he gets caught by his drill Sargent hotboxing the shit out of a slightly distant shed with another boy, using a semi sanitary needle to pierce his nose.
The screaming match he gets into with his father could blow someones eardrums out. It started off as Jett being sent home from camp, instantly being made to run laps until he threw up, then being sent inside to kneel on rice while he was chewed the hell out. It only kinda clicked then that he was allowed to talk back and act out in the house. He stood up without permission, gave his father a shove and offered his own set of harsh words. Long story short, the shouting and the thinly veiled threats all amounted until the homemade piercing was ripped out of his nose as the two basically fistfought. Jett threw his shit in a bag soon after and left home, though he assumed he wasn't welcome there anyway.
This kickstarts Jett's homeless era but that might have to be another post :p
Even tho this is already kinda ooc, or just written in 3rd person?, this is my ooc so:
Jett lore is finally here and posted how are we feelingggg :1
Jett is a very thought out character for me so his lore is kinda divided into 2 parts. Even tho hes still pretty young and this stuff isnt rlly... super in depth. Its like an overview of his childhood moreso than an in depth explanation? He probably wouldn't elaborate on this stuff to most people anyway so yah :p
But yes here he is in the textual flesh. Im 50% sure i linked my stuff for him in his intro like his moodboard and playlist tho id have to look and see, but this is just some development into why he is how he is and other small things like how he got the scar on his nose :3c
Also i need you to imagine him in this era with like... crew cut, plain solid color shirts, cargo pants, JROTC uniform, miserable as fuck. Thats the vibe, thats the mood.
So yes, part 2 coming soon but this was all i felt like typing up tonight!! Ty :3
The break room was silent, all the employees on their phones or simply just staring off into space without a care in the world. No one made a peep, except for the parks mascot who was doing TikTok’s by the kitchen sink.
Suddenly, without a proper warning, Matt burst in holding a pass that read “Dinner for 2” and a logo for [insert your favorite restaurant]. “Great news! My boss said that for this months employee of the month, I get to take one of you out for dinner!” (PURELY PLATONICALLY!!)
Jett quirks a brow at the sudden exclamation from Matt, quick to nearly pop in his other earbud and ignore him... but the prospect of the dinner was very enticing. Jett ate like shit and he had the build to prove it, so actual food and not just whatever he bought at the 7/11 while stoned or raided out of Inali's pantry sounded pretty damn good. Plus, given his history, he thinks he's pretty damn deserving of it. Fuck those other bitches.
His legs swing from over the table, boots making heavy contact with the floor as he snakes his way over to Matt's side, wrapping an arm around the man's shoulder. The scent of burnt herb and chemical fog machine fluid was nothing but evident. "Heyyy, Matt. My guyyy." He drawls, grinning lazily but pointed with intent. "You remember how I'm like... Basically a non-paid mechanic slash repairman that you send to fix all the rides when they malfunction because we can't afford a real repair team? And probably alsssooo the time I showed you how to fix your bummy engine? Remember that? Just thought I'd mention. The good times really do fly..." He hums, sparing the pointed look. "And, y'know, people like us are just so... uh... underrepresented. Unappreciated. You are by far my best manager ever. Never had a reason to complain! Unlike some..." He chirps, accusation evident. He leaves out the fact that Matt is his only ever manager. It's not that relevant at the moment.
Matt drags himself into the break room, looking exhausted. His hair is a mess, there’s a bunch of paint all over his face, and he currently has a bite mark on his arm. Overall, he looks like a mess.
“You guys will not believe the day I had. First I got attacked by seagulls while eating fries, then some girl spilled paint all over me, and some dog bit me! What is going on?!”
He barely noticed the figurative lightbulbs clicking over all his employees heads.
"Oh, uh. Hey matt." Lukas greeted. They looked suspicious, like they were plotting something. All of the employees were sitting around the break room table, hunched over talking before matt walked in. They stared at him, trying to seem less awkward.
"What uhm. How did that happen?" Lukas asked. He awkwardly smiled at matt, that was weird. Lukas didnt smile at matt.. at all.
Jett narrows his eyes, quirking a brow at Matt's comments. He held an ice pack to the side of his head, sleeves tattered with jagged tears along the fabric.
"The day you had, Matt?" He perks up, looking himself like he'd wrangled a wild bull and lost. Well, bulldog, to be specific. "And it just didn't occur to you that you should, I don't know, tell someone about the wild dog on the fuckin' loose? That little... thing ran through my queue and I had to wrestle that mutt to the floor! It pissed in my line! On my tracks! I do the repairs and cleaning on that y'know!?" He snaps, head throbbing from his own noise level.
"And how would a little girl even get access to our paint? Like the paint cans we keep locked in the storage rooms in the theatre?" He questions, tone flat. "You know. The ones that are meant to be locked. So there's no access to things like, for example, our paint cans." He adjusts his grip on the ice. "And maybe, I don't know, a paint spill would also cause kids to step in the spill and then— can you guess where they go? On our rides, yes." He huffs, settling back into his chair.
Ooc - Jett in a bad fuckin mood lmaoo, i assumed the episode plot was like... trying to tie matts blunders back to the employees so i gave room for that,,, yah :3
Inali, after bracing for Jetts.. quite reasonable outburst, Cranes their neck up the small bit it takes to have his head peak out from above the others from her side of the table. For someone so deadpan it almost looked like their cheek was twitching. "Jetts right. Real interestin' shade of paint . Huh Matthew." Inali's usual flatness reads more openly like he's.. perturbed?. "Real bad day,"
Raising a brow and reaching to adjust the ice in Jetts hand the smearing flecks of paint of those same hues on Matt are spattered across Inali along with a pretty hefty set of little shoe shaped bruises to their arm and jaw. "Cause. There was little girl just. Utterly covered in paint, just. All over the carousel today. Got it on a lot of the seats. The other kids too. Had Real fun having to ask them to leave." Which is to say said kid kicked him. "Far as I was aware we don't have keys to the paint closet. You do."
Avery, sitting back in her chair with her shoes up the table (it's a habit she picked up from Jett. not the best one, but it's harmless), significantly less affected compared to the others, but still visibly annoyed. "Real monsters, huh? The bulldog and the girl in paint..." she says as she eyes Jett, still glaring at Matt while seemingly holding back a wince of pain.
Suddenly, Avery reaches for her baton resting against the table, and starts waving it up in the air as she laughs. "Haha! Well, fortunately for me, I got off completely unharmed! The magic of the Castle walls protected me from those evil spirits, as they always have! Isn't it great~?"
...An awkward silence in the breakroom. Avery can feel everyone's gazes, some even angry, piercing through her soul. She immediately takes back her words, clearing her throat, and clarifies, now more deadpan, "The gates."
"I locked the Castle gates temporarily when Inali said the kid reached the Carousel, since, well, it isn't too far off."
"I diiiiidddd see some people standing outside the Castle, wondering why it was closed. Some were unhappy, but hey, I'd rather spare myself the trouble of cleaning up a possible mess if the cause were able to get in in the first place. Plus, other visitors'd be bothered too!"
"But I think we've all thought of a certain conclusion here, haven't we?" Avery eyes each of the employees, like she's seeking some silent approval. Then, baton still in hand, she points it to Matt. "None of this would've gotten so far if not for your irresponsibility and incon—.. in— uh..." she awkwardly tries to remember the word. "...inconsideration, Matt."
Matt lets out an awkward laugh, looking at Avery like she's insane. "Me?? How on earth is it my fault?"
"Matt, my guy. You're supposed to be Mouseland's manager. But considering alllll this shenanigans happened to you inside the park and you didn't even think to do anything about it—not even about the little girl—and you just let them get off loose and reach your park's rides? Several of them, might I add? Surely you get what I mean by now. I mean..."
Avery lowers her baton, the sound of it clacking against the floor echoing across the room. She takes out her phone, no longer paying any mind to anyone else in the room, as she mutters under her breath, "Your boss wouldn't be too happy about this, now, would he~?"
im really sorry for joining this episode late !! i didnt really get what to do when it first was released, and i had an odd lot of places to go this week ... but i hope this is alright :') i'll try to be more active from now !!!
"Oh, don't go scaring him like that, Lukas. The poor guy!" Avery says, but her slick smirk seems to contradict her words of sympathy. "It's not like we mere employees have the power to get you fired over one incident, so you have nothing to worry about. Most we could do is probably, hm... perhaps, get you reprimanded~?" Avery hears a frustrated noise coming from someone, and even with her eyes on her phone, hands typing away to their boss, she can just tell it was from Matt.
Her fingers hover over the letters of her keyboard, pressing each one to form her message much slower now. "...You're a nice guy, Matt." Some quiet protests from others around the table can be heard. Regardless, Avery continues. "But Mouseland's already gotten enough weird looks after... that incident at the Carousel and Manor. The least we could do to keep this place alive is protect what we can. And today, well... I'm just saying, you kinda failed that task, man!"
"...I just don't want anymore trouble, 'kay?" She shoots an odd smile to Matt, who doesn't reply with words, but a sad, yet somehow understanding, look.
When Avery's message to their boss finally gets delivered, she gets up from her seat and prepares to leave. "Welp, that's that! Better get back to w—"
Avery gets interrupted again when the employees hear sounds of chaos and commotion. Lukas and Eli react and move immediately, while the other three are frozen. Avery, experiencing an unsettling déjà vu, clasps her hands together and starts praying to... whatever god's up there. Even then, she means every, single, word. "Good lord, not again..."
ooc: tea 🍵 anyways i have no idea how the next part of the ep is supposed to work so uhh a little help here fellow cast members loveu guys <3
also im not gonna be available again the entire day tomorrow (aka sunday for me but saturday when the episodes r supposed to first be out) so yeah really sorry 🙏🙏🙏 anywz hope this was alr !!!
“Great, now there’s two reasons for me to be fired.” I got up, shoving my way to the door, only for a swarm of geese to bombard me. They seemed a bit angry, as rather than just honking they were pecking and biting at me. They managed to get me down, but I was able to at least protect my face.
“Why are the geese so angry?!” I tried to kick them off, but they kept going, as if they were fueled by some innate anger. One managed to grab my shoe off, and began pecking my foot. “A little help here?!”
Jett looks perturbed at the sight of the birds. "Jesus Christ. Why the fuck is this place becomin' a free range zoo?!" He shouts. Where the hell the geese came from? He had no idea, really. The relevance? No idea either.
Despite his annoyance, he was rooted to his spot. If anything, he was inching away actively. His eyes dart around and he wished the flock wasn't bombarding the exit. "Yeah, no. I don't fuck with goose... gooses?" The true term slips his mind as he shuffles to the counter on the further end of the room. "I already dealt with my fair share of animals today, sorry bro." He says, offering help in the form of grabbing a nearby spray bottle of cleaning solution and dialing the knob until it was a direst stream spray of the liquid and not a mist. For his pounding headache, his aim was decent, though how much it helped in the situation was debatable. And the commotion from outside was starting to unsettle him. "The fucks happenin' out there!?"
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Matt drags himself into the break room, looking exhausted. His hair is a mess, there’s a bunch of paint all over his face, and he currently has a bite mark on his arm. Overall, he looks like a mess.
“You guys will not believe the day I had. First I got attacked by seagulls while eating fries, then some girl spilled paint all over me, and some dog bit me! What is going on?!”
He barely noticed the figurative lightbulbs clicking over all his employees heads.
"Oh, uh. Hey matt." Lukas greeted. They looked suspicious, like they were plotting something. All of the employees were sitting around the break room table, hunched over talking before matt walked in. They stared at him, trying to seem less awkward.
"What uhm. How did that happen?" Lukas asked. He awkwardly smiled at matt, that was weird. Lukas didnt smile at matt.. at all.
Jett narrows his eyes, quirking a brow at Matt's comments. He held an ice pack to the side of his head, sleeves tattered with jagged tears along the fabric.
"The day you had, Matt?" He perks up, looking himself like he'd wrangled a wild bull and lost. Well, bulldog, to be specific. "And it just didn't occur to you that you should, I don't know, tell someone about the wild dog on the fuckin' loose? That little... thing ran through my queue and I had to wrestle that mutt to the floor! It pissed in my line! On my tracks! I do the repairs and cleaning on that y'know!?" He snaps, head throbbing from his own noise level.
"And how would a little girl even get access to our paint? Like the paint cans we keep locked in the storage rooms in the theatre?" He questions, tone flat. "You know. The ones that are meant to be locked. So there's no access to things like, for example, our paint cans." He adjusts his grip on the ice. "And maybe, I don't know, a paint spill would also cause kids to step in the spill and then— can you guess where they go? On our rides, yes." He huffs, settling back into his chair.
Ooc - Jett in a bad fuckin mood lmaoo, i assumed the episode plot was like... trying to tie matts blunders back to the employees so i gave room for that,,, yah :3
Avery shrinks momentarily at the sudden interruption of Matt's voice, only to afterwards huff as she lightly slams her locker door. "Fine! Let us switch then!" she begins. "Not to be disrespectful or anything, promise, but I just don't get how your places are any more chaotic than mine. I mean—"
She first points to Jett, then to Eli, her hand's focus alternating between the two. "Okay, I guess I sort of understand you guys. Your rides are big, require a lot of tech and management stuff, and break down sometimes—" A very brief look of judgement at Matt. "But that doesn't even sound that bad! Hell, Jett's even said he likes it when his ride breaks down because then he can avoid actually working!" Avery's hands keep waving in the air, her voice heightening throughout her complaints. "The worst you guys probably deal with is shitty customers, and, be so for real. All of us get that. The entire park gets that!" Another look of judgement towards Matt before she turns to Inali.
"I'd say yours isn't all that different either. It just sounds less complicated than Eli and Jett's, but similar mechanics."
Then to Lukas, who doesn't respond with words either, but instead a sneer and eyebrow roll. "Don't even get me started on you! What on earth do you even do at your job besides press like, two buttons and sit down to watch the same three movies over and over again with the customers? PLUS, with the AC!"
Avery flops down on one of the chairs, yanking off her Mouseland headband, the ears that are barely staying on being covered by ribbons and accessories from Inali, strands of her pigtailed hair getting stuck with it. "The Castle requires social interaction, knowledge about the place's layout and story, management of customers, especially kids, who might go wandering and ruining the entire place— only for people to barely care at all about anything besides the pictures and not respecting anyone at all!"
She pinches the bridge of her nose, sighing. Then turns back to the others in the room. "Well?"
ooc: don't got much to say for now, but i hope this (+ the colors i use for each character) r alright !! i'm busy this week, but i'll try to take part in this episode. cant go missing out on the beginning of the lore !! 😸😸😸 kay gnight people
"Okay, maybe my job is easy! But that doesn't mean its not boring?!" Lukas throws his hands in the air. "Also, you have to deal with customers who dont know a thing and think theyre better than everyone else!"
He turns to eli and jett, "at least your rides are interesting! Shitty, but interesting.."
He stood up, "at least your job is visually appealing" he pointed at Avery. "All the pretty colours and design"
He turned towards the break room door, "Im leaving. This is a stupid debate. I have bad movies to show people who have massive egos."
Jett scoffs from where he's slouched in his seat, beat up shoes on the old metal table. His legs ached dully from the constant pacing that came from working the Manor.
"Oh quit your bitchin'." He groans, rubbing at his eyes. His head usually pounded with a headache when he left the Manor, the dull lighting making any kind of light seem ten times brighter. "I have hands down the hardest ride, no competition." He starts, gesturing along with his words. "Dim lights, practically roller-coaster level operation! Then all the whinin' and cryin' from these little kids and complaints from parents who didn't think it'd actually be scary? Put me out of my miseryyy..." He groans dramatically.
He brushes some hair from his eyes, then regretting the motion as it brings more light to his eyes. "Which, I guess not to say you guys don't have it rough. I'm definitely not well equipped to work with idiots and walk around some dainty Castle for hours on hours, I'll give ya that. And that big world ride... I definitely don't wanna work near water, the constant smoke machines are enough for me." He fidgets nervously at the recalling of some tragic employee deaths video he'd watched once while stoned. "And Inali... no hate to you man, but I'll die if I stay in the light anymore than I have to. Props to you though, that's a bitch of a job... besides mine."
His brow cocks at Lukas trying to flee, quick to get up and snag him by the collar. "Aaanndd where are you goin'?" He taunts, lips sharpening into a grin. "You heard the 'boss'," He uses the term sarcastically. "We get to trade, don't we? And I'm itchin' to try out the theatre." Honestly, he was more interested in the tech and tool storage. Spare parts and whatnot he was yearning to play with. Not to mention just the general setup of the booth. "So I'm callin' dibs."
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Not sure if it's just a issue in Fantasy land, but there's a lot of spiders in Our Break Room. If you see them guys please let me know. I'll take them outside. No need to kill them.
It was a warm, sunny day at the park. The air was nice and cool, and the sun was shining at just the right angle. All throughout, people walked around looking for rides or restaurants. Many were with family, others with friends or even alone.
One woman, was all alone. She was about 5 feet tall, with brunette hair tied back in a bun. Her shirt had a small giraffe on it it, and she was wearing shorts with paint marks. She looked a bit confused, as if she was lost.
Matt seemed to take notice, approaching the women with a friendly smile. “Hello! May I help you?” His grin was electrifying, shining a bit of joy in their immediate surroundings like a beam of light.
“Yes, I was wondering if you could help me figure my way out around here? I’m new.” Her voice quivered a bit, as if she was scared he’d bite. Instead, he nodded before picking up a radio.
“Guys, could you please show this lovely women a tour of the park?”
"To hell with it, whatever. Sure, lets get movin'."
Jett begins his stride, tucking his hands in his pockets as he walks. It felt like muscle memory at this point.
"Overrr there—" He flicks a hand towards the winding path leading to the queue for the Ghostly Manor. "Is where I spend all my time. I run that, which I can't really complain. Breaks down a lot, keeps me busy from bothering the other guys. Like that Lukas dude works over at the movies innn... that-a-ways."
He gives another lazy gesture towards the... what the lady can only assume is America Town. He moves with a certain fluidity, and accompanied by a familiar... certain scent which made it all self-explanatory.
"My other coworkers are pretty chill, I guess. Theress... uhhhh..." He trails off, his mind wandering, leaving the woman to follow confusedly. "Avery, I think. Works over in the castle." He gives a nudge of his head. He wasn't keen on specifics, but his direction was never off. Unless he was like... blackout drunk. But that's an after hours thing.
"Then Eli... On that creepy little puppet ride. I hate it but i can avoid operating my ride if it breaks down. Its fun to poke around it. Inali... That's the carousel dude, Inali. I crash on his couch." He gives a shrug, continuing before any questions can be asked. Before they knew it, they were back at the Manor.
"So yeah, that's all the notable things about this place. It's kinda cool when you have to be here all day every day." He spins lazily on his heel "So, what's on your mind about this? Why was I showing you around again?" He hums, raising a brow. "Ah, I was just... curious." She responds timidly. "Oh yeah. Following the breeze and whatnot." He starts shifting towards the dark entrance of the Manor. "You into scary rides?" He prods again, trying to get some kind of decent interaction. Stalling from getting back to work, as well. "I haven't gone on one in a while... Not sure really." She admits, sheepishly. "Well today's your lucky day. Go shuffle on into the fast queue and bear witness to the horrors of what I gotta spend my minimum wage doing." He grins, already walking away, grinning to himself as he hears her mumble a little to herself before walking away to take up his offer. Due to curiosity or just the fact he offered her fast pass, he was pleased with himself.
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God today sucksss... have a poundimg headache and these idiottt parents keep bringing their kids who are scared shitless of ghosts onto this ride.. sm lady bitched me out abt jt too like what the fuck do yuo want me to do about ths i jst operrate this hoe...
Nahh I don't get sick like that i have the immune system of whatevr animal has a good imune systm, i just greened tf out last night lmaoo but i do NOT want whatever u guys have or imma get kickd out from whatevers after the couch
Hm. Maybe tell Matt about it? He's probably gonna lecture your ass, but if that means he'll try to do something so that you don't go batshit at the customers, well. Worth a shot, y'know. Maybe he'll even give you a break.
you cant hear it but i def rolled my eyes. I aint dumb, i can take a bitchin without losing it. Besides, none of yall are gonna operate this piece of shit for me now are u
And how could u think so lowly of me... Maybe i could've been a sick lad,, youd never even know because u think me a junkie.. tsk tsk. Correct yourself before u wreck yourself or whatever Matt says idk anymore
God today sucksss... have a poundimg headache and these idiottt parents keep bringing their kids who are scared shitless of ghosts onto this ride.. sm lady bitched me out abt jt too like what the fuck do yuo want me to do about ths i jst operrate this hoe...
Nahh I don't get sick like that i have the immune system of whatevr animal has a good imune systm, i just greened tf out last night lmaoo but i do NOT want whatever u guys have or imma get kickd out from whatevers after the couch
