http://justpouncing.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] justpouncing.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paradisalost2012-01-02 12:34 pm
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first lesson;

[ Dictated; after the sounds of things crashing and breaking are done with... ]

Wh—what's going on?! Timon?! Pumbaa! Where are you guys?

[ There are even more sounds now, little paws scrambling about, things being knocked over, claws scratching at the walls, windows, and door. ]

This isn't funny, you guys! Where did you put me? Let me out of here! Is this some sort of test?! I thought we were friends already! ...Oh wait, then does that mean I'm failing? I'm not supposed to panic, right?

Okay, okay! Hakuna Matata! I'm fine. Keep me in here as long as you want, I'll definitely pass! [ A beat, then more quietly. ] I wonder if there's any food in here... This is a really weird looking cave.

[ ooc; Lion cub in the lobby, if you wanna run into him! Dictated as well. It's not like he can open doors... ]

[identity profile] flailingfelt.livejournal.com 2012-01-03 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
[at least he sounds more confused and less ... erm ... histrionic now] ... You're talking about killing people and two seconds later you're telling me "no worries"?

[identity profile] flailingfelt.livejournal.com 2012-01-03 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
[okay, that's comforting. if a little weird. he sits up and tilts his head at him] You do? I thought lions ate meat. But - well, if you're a vegetarian lion, I guess that's okay.

[identity profile] flailingfelt.livejournal.com 2012-01-03 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
Huh, I guess they do. I never really thought about it like that before. Hmmmmm. [he shrugs a bit]

Yeah, I at least know where the kitchen is. Follow me.

[he'll start padding toward the lobby] I'm still learning where everything else is. I was only here a few days before it all turned into Paris. And yes, that is ev-er-y bit as weird as it sounds.

[identity profile] flailingfelt.livejournal.com 2012-01-03 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
The kitchen! It's the room where we keep all the food. [he stops, and looks at him]

Has anyone explained everything to you yet? If they haven't, I should probably at least tell you what I know...

[identity profile] flailingfelt.livejournal.com 2012-01-03 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Really giant mice -- oh! You've met Minnie. [he sounds pleased] She's a friend of mine.

And don't worry about home - one of my other friends, she told me that we don't miss anything at home while we're here. It's a better kind of magic, a good one.

[he frowns a little - he didn't mean to make him sad, even if he DID scare the flippers off him] I'm Kermit.

[identity profile] flailingfelt.livejournal.com 2012-01-03 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
Nice to meet you. And you can make new friends, like I did... I don't have as many as I had at home, yet, but ... I will. I mean, I just made one more, right?

[even if that friend is prone to pouncing. AT LEAST HE DOESN'T TRY AND KISS HIM AFTERWARDS]

[identity profile] flailingfelt.livejournal.com 2012-01-05 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
It's okay, Simba. I mean - gee, I miss my home, too. It was crazy and loud and I never really knew if anything was gonna go right, but ... I still miss it.

But then I think about the neat things I've seen here, so far, and the people I've met, and that makes it a little easier to deal with. And that'll happen for you, too. [he reaches out to pat his back, VERY carefully]

How does that word go, again! Balloona Makita?

[identity profile] flailingfelt.livejournal.com 2012-01-10 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
[slowly] Hakuna ... matata. ... Like that?