#hopescombined

[heartbinders]

❝ Donald! Goofy! Tarzan! Check this out! ❞

Jumps for a series of vines. Immediately slips on the last one.

[wariodemambo]

PENNY. I SEE YOUR REPLY TO OUR THREAD, PENNY. PENNY, MY LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL. I NEED YOUR HELP. ME AND MY BIKE ARE BEING HELD HOSTAGE IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING NOWHERE, FORCED TO WORK FOR CHUMP CHANGE. THEY'RE CALLING ME WALTER. I'M STARTING TO LIKE IT. PENNY, PLEASE HELP--

[paraleech]

@hopescombined (for ichiban!)

Ahh. This is the life..

Imagine - you're sleeping on a pillow of literal clouds. Not a sound could be heard to disturb you, as though you were protected by an invisible shield, allowing you the peace and quiet that you so-desperately craved. For a tired creature like Fyuga, whose naps were prominent after enjoying a nice meal, she did enjoy feeling like she had some level of safety and security in mind whenever she fell asleep.

Last night, pouring rain and busy streets made sleeping in trees nigh-impossible. So, to counter this, she instead managed to sneak into a closed arcade and find her way into a claw machine, filled to the brim with an assortment of different plushies. Some of which she gnawed on and briefly played with before falling asleep upon.

Fyuga, being just about the same size and the same level of cuteness as those other toys, had unfortunately become a victim to THE CLAW. But somehow, despite being pulled out by a big metal hand and dropped into a small chute, she still didn't wake up! This gave the person that had fished her out plenty of time to squish her surprisingly real-feeling cheeks and pet her fluffy white fur before putting her into a bag as though she were some kind of gift.

However, cut to about fifteen or so minutes later, by the time the person who 'won' her returns home and sets down the bag on the table, that's when Fyuga's nap came to an end. The human would be surprised to hear the sound of the bag rustling, as though a rat had somehow gotten inside..

Turns out, it wasn't a rat at all. Turns out, that plushie he won wasn't a plushie at all. It was a creature! And she's apparently still woozy after waking up, wearing the plastic bag like a shell.

" Uuuuuu... " Chew... chew.. is she chewing on the bag? Apparently so!

[wariodemambo]

❝ PENNY— ❞

FIRED! DOUBLE FIRED!! TRIPLE FIRED!!!

Walter's pizzeria coworkers would hear the distinct sound of an old telephone being RIPPED out of the wall, with some swearing under his breath. HE'S FINE!!! He'll have to replace the phone and lose more money but he's fine!!!

" Haha, y'know, you sound just like a friend of mine, Mr. Pizza Guy! " Were it only that there weren't so much noise and interference going on with her current experiment that she could hear the actual words coming from that voice over the phone, it sounded like the guy had a lot to say! But then, she was ordering a pizza here, so it probably wasn't too important.

" Anyways, you got the order, right? Veggies, no anchovies, all that - you got it? Great, I'm looking forward to it! Thank you! " Click!

[wariodemambo]

❝ PENNNNNY, HEY PENNY!!! ❞

Despite being down a hall and behind a door, Wario's voice boomed as obnoxious as ever. He was undeniably excited about something, so much so that he let himself in by twisting the handle hard enough to break the lock. He had a wide, wide grin --- and was trying to wave at @hopescombined despite his occupied hands.

He tossed two books against the metal table, causing a loud THUD. Each book was about 5 inches thick and was filled with sticky notes and scraps that threatened to burst at any moment. Drawn in crude crayon, one title read: 'WARIO'S BIG BOOK OF REVENGE' while the other was titled: 'WARIO'S BILLION-DOLLAR IDEAS (WARIO'S EYES ONLY!)'

❝ How's-a my most SMART, TALENTED, AMAZING, and CUTE employee doing today? ❞ The speed he was flipping through the latter book began to cause tears and send the aforementioned scraps flying in all directions. ❝ Did you know you've always been my favorite? ❞ He didn't even play favorites... he's just being a suck-up.

Aha! He found the page he was looking for. He left his hand in place and closed the book to hide its details from the scientist. Seeing as they were BILLION-DOLLAR IDEAS, he didn't want anyone stealing his thunder.

❝ Listen. I've-a been struck with an amazing idea. I NEED your brains to pull it off. You think you got what it takes??? ❞

[wariodemambo]

❝ THAT'S-A WHAT WARIO LIKES TO HEAR!! ❞ He flashed a big thumbs up as she motioned to her current project. Thank you, Penny, for reminding him why being the head honcho continued to be awesome. Even if she was preoccupied, he knew she was a good listener. Onto the plan it goes.

Flipping open the billion-dollar ideas book would reveal two pages full of crude crayon drawings and writing. By no means blueprint material, but Wario standard all the same. Should Penny take a glance over, she'd see multiple drawings of what seemed to be ... metal detectors? And tracking devices. Gold coins were strewn about, along with a green and blue coin sack and ... a crude drawing of a purple pirate lady.

... Y-yeah, he's still on this one. But it wasn't until last week that he was hit with his new solution.

❝ IT'S A DEVICE. THAT TRACKS... PIRATES! ❞ He spoke so earnestly that it was clear he hadn't even though the logistics of such a device. That's where his part-time idol-scientist-developer would come in! His friends were way better at the thinking part than him.

❝ AND-A TRUST ME, IT'LL BE WORTH IT. ❞ He continued, tapping the bottomless coin sack on the page. ❝ THAT LITTLE BAD BOY RIGHT THERE? I'D NEVER HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT MONEY EVER AGAIN. ❞

" Whoa - hey, Mr. Wario! " Fortunately - though perhaps expectedly - for Wario, Penny was already well-adjusted to these moments of Wario's inspiration kicking him in quicker than what very little self-control would keep him from doing things like this, and she was focused well enough on the work at her desk that she couldn't even really think to be bothered by his arrival - though the sound of him slamming that book down on the desk was enough to properly get her attention and look toward him, at least.

" Well, y'know, just busy being all of those things, heh heh. " Him being clever enough to throw the compliments in was certainly helpful, too, seeing as all of those were traits that should be expected of a proper singer-scientist. It wasn't necessarily that she believed he meant a single word he said, but it wasn't like they were hurting her self-esteem hearing them.

" I've still got a couple more adjustments to make here - " She motions toward the hands still lingering around the invention at her workspace that she was looking away from to talk to him. " - but go ahead and fill me in on the details! I'll do what I can. "