#slumbrlcnd

[whatevcr-us]

(x) @slumbrlcnd

Shoulda waited till the curtain was about to lift to make her quip. Not that it mattered, it went right out the other ear. Country boys!

Goldie doesn't turn all the face to face mr hot shot, her head simply jerks 'round at being adressed, and her poofed up hair whips with it. Hmph!

What's the point of bein' passive agressive if nobody picks up on it? But, she tries to quell her nerves. This is good. If he's this dense all the way through the show, he won't survive a week in the big city.

"Goldie Pheasant," she haraumphs, hands on her hips, "anybody who reads the right columns knows that. You need to keep up if you're gonna survive Pinky."

[inkmimicry]

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he swipes at the harmless, inofensive boop, missing the flapping sleeve by a mile. Slimy's got a headache settling nice and hurtful between his beady eyes, and it seems to spike with every warbling sylable.

"You don't know me!"

Except he does. Only not so much. They've never met. But he's seen the reference sheets, the original roughs and notes from which he sprang. Looked at 'em more than he'd ever admit. Weasels may look the same but they come in batches.

Doesn't matter. Slimy ain't real.

That, and these guys are the talk of the town. Everybody who's anybody knows the Toon Patrol.

The guy's all movement, even his eyes won't halt. Slimy was meant to stay a static image. He smooths back his oily hair, hoping his disdain oozes from every pore. He smells like gasoline, cheap cologne, and fur. Not a good combo.

He points a finger, with a sneer that's all teeth.

"And ya better not be tellin' anybody ya saw me."

[gemscales-and-tea]

While a stranger, well out of his element of rotting infrastructure and the screams of twisted creatures, it isn't as if Pinocchio cannot appreciate the woodland for what it is. Uncorrupted, free from the misery and death that his father had set off and the foul experimentation of the Alchemists, it was a much better haven than Krat has ever been.

Like a stag, almost, he is mindful of his steps. Grass and clover do end up underfoot but the puppet quietly sidesteps any flowers, if possible. Crushing them felt... wrong, in a way. He didn't like it. Perhaps it was because he spent enough of his time killing, cleaning up the mess left behind by others.

Rustling, he turns... only to blink at the sight of woodland creatures. Of course he wouldn't be cautious about that.

"Just some birds and squirrels... guess that's to be expected."

The Lantern at his hip flickers as Gemini speaks, casual about what he says. But he is right... there's nothing to really be concerned about with such small animals. So instead the puppet turns and just continues to walk along, even sheathing his sword with the faint hiss of metal sliding over the scabbard material.

It's not long at all before he finds what can only be called a small lake. Well... nothing to do here if there are no puppets or Carcasses roaming about. A little sigh, barely a whisper of a noise, and he proceeds to sit down upon the grass, watching the water.

"You sure you wanna stop, pal? We probably should get back before the others worry..."

A twitch, he turns his head faintly one more time.

"They won't worry... it'll be fine."

And just like that he's gone back to looking at the water.

she's not supposed to speak with strangers ; not under any circumstance , so said her mothers . briar rose inspects cautiously from between the trees , as silent as a doe in the early morning mist . only her familial animals know that she is here .

they're a lost traveler , maybe from the village outside the wood ? he didn't look like the creatures from the forbidden mountain , but his mechanical parts makes the peasant girl uncertain . the birds flutter & the squirrels chitter softly from the trees .

“ he's lost , ” she whispered to them . “ follow him . see where he was going . go on , now ... ”

it isn't safe for her to come out now , briar rose has decided . better honor thy mothers' words than to be sorry . the little creatures obey , scampering out carefully through the trees & bushes as any wild things would .

[wendyfulmother]

@slumbrlcnd liked for a starter!

Wendy knew that bottle when she saw it.

A sigh escapes the child's lips as she saw the bottle of medicine on the tray. She knew that she, along with John and Michael, would have to take it. The boys were off getting ready for bed while she had already gotten herself ready. She had finished up tidying up the nursery from their game to help Nana out a bit. She had been reading when she had heard Nana come back in.

"Oh Nana," She said, "Must we always take that nasty tonic?"

[whatevcr-us]

"Whatever doesn't kill you, usually succeeds in the second attempt." // friendly advice from peach kong to luigi :)

at first his brain heard the old 'if at first you don't succeed' and he nodded, mutely dusting himself free of muck, leaves, and several jungle bugs that had...faces. This place was terrifying.

Then he actually replays her words and blinks at her, pale.

"Huh? It - it does?"

Why? He's a plummer!

Maybe his voice is squeaking, but he ran out of dignity long ago.

"Miss - Miss Tarzan Lady. Ma'am. Why's everything trying to kill me? I just got here!"

[rubbcr-hose-toons]

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

He's still gonna KICK MY BUTT!"

“Out of my way! can’t ya see he’s gonna KICK MY BUTT?”!

[gemscales-and-tea]

"Leave it to you to end up lost in a forest, pal."

Ting goes the metal of Gemini's lantern as his puppet companion gives a firm, irritated flick to it. Last thing he needed was peanut commentary as he tries to find his way out of the woods.

"... At least we're not being attacked."

@slumbrlcnd

[inkmimicry]

Hot dang, the guy went to pieces. Literally.

Francis here, he's a modern toon. Even if their designs try to mimic that old timey elasticity , it's not the same as seeing it in action.

The flickering teeth - that pings as 'blush' somehow, but it takes Francis a moment to make the connection.

"Oh - um, hello?" He takes the hand, reaches up to tip a hat back - and remembers he hid his away moments ago. So he goes for the only trick he knows -

He pops off a single ear, cork sound effect and all - the left one. It's the only one removable. Not original, but what else is new?

"I'm Francis. And you're...the steamboat guy?"

he stops abruptly mid-hop , expression unchanging . the pause is deafening .

he's been duped ! bamboozled ! the mouse gives a sheepish , toothy grin while his pale face flashes repeatedly to mirror embarrassment , his limbs & to extent- his entire self- melting as he becomes a puddle of exactly what he is : a shmuck . sorry , pal .

welp , no good getting all out-of-shape over an honest mistake . the mouse pops back into his old self , tipping his sailor's hat & offering his ungloved hand to the rabbit to shake .

[inkmimicry]

Oh dear.

Is he imagining the wobbly, springy sound effect that comes with jack-in-the-boxes? Either way the strange mouse is in front of him now, cheery and...

he knows that expression.

"Sorry. I think you're lookin' for somebody else." It's not Fanny it seems - but a slightly smaller rabbit lad, who tugs off the medic cap to stuff in his pocket. Thanks to hammer space, it's gone quick smarts.

"But, uhhh...you're not exactly who people think ya are at first glance either, huh?"

it's willy , silly ! freed at last ! oh , boy ! ( ʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵃʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ, ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ? ) he's bouncing excitedly in a stationary position like a jack-in-the-box before getting enough momentum to slinky-bounce himself over to fanny at a rapid pace .