The Park; Saturday Morning [07/15].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer woke up not knowing where she was, or why the Giant heavenly Heads had sent her there, but who was she to question the great Giant Heads? She wouldn't lie to herself, though, she liked this place better than the arena. It reminded her more of home, so it was a nice change of pace. She gathered up her Mortys and left the dormitory to find a place more suitable for prayer, to ask the Giant Heads for guidance.

That place ended up being the park, where the big expanse of sky without a single Head was mildly distressing to her.

"Oh, Great Big Heads!" With her Mortys frolicking and wrestling each other in the grass, Summer sank to her knees and implored the heavens. "I am honored to have been chosen to be sent here to do your bidding, but I request guidance. What would you have me do, O Giant Heads? Shall I battle my Mortys in this new place to your glory and honor? I will gladly battle them to the death if I must, and I pray that you will not be disappointed with my humble attempts to serve you, but I know you will be pleased. If there is anyone who can please you, you know it is I. May my efforts complete you as you complete me. Praise be the Head."

The Heads worked in mysterious ways, and she was but their humble servant, ready to throw down and kick ass (via her Mortys, anyway) in their name.

At least until it was time to find some potatoes.


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[intotheout]

So, there was a lot of weird going on in this place that Tip had woken up in. For one, it wasn't New York. Or Chicago, for that matter. It might've been France, if the French had just decided to ditch the Eiffel Tower after she and Oh had swung it around like a pendulum, but she was pretty sure that wasn't it, either.

Also, where were all the Boov? She knew not everyone had embraced their new neighbors the way she and her mom had, but still. There should be bubble cars or giant clumps of old bicycles at the very least.

But the weirdest thing? She couldn't find her cat anywhere.

"Piiiiiiig!" she called as she wandered into a park-looking area. "Pig, where are you!"

That cat had followed her to Australia and back, she had to be around here somewhere!

[somethingwithturquoise]

At first, the shouting had the corner of Summer's eye twitching a bit, to think that someone might be interrupting her please to the Giant Heads, but perhaps this girl was sent to her by the Heads. One must never turn their back on such gifts, even if such gifts seem to merely be people who appeared to have lost...pets? Perhaps the "pig" the girl sought was a Pig Morty, which would be interesting. She hadn't seen one of those yet, and the idea left a faint smile on Summer's face as she stood up, fetched her small head idol, and approached the shouting girl.

"Have you lost a pig, little one?"

[intotheout]

"No, 'Gold One'," Tip answered, rolling her eyes. "Who names a pig 'Pig'? I'm looking for a cat."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Okay, attitude much? Summer quirked a golden eyebrow.

"Well, who names a cat 'Pig'?" she countered. "Either way, I have not seen any cats here, but perhaps I can ask the heavenly Heads for guidance if you would like help."

[intotheout]

How weird, she got snarky when she was talked down to.

"My mom does." Tip crossed her arms over her chest. "Who are the heavenly Heads? That's not a Boov thing, is it?"

It sounded vaguely Boovian. Maybe it as an obscure alien cult.

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"The Heavenly Heads," said Summer, with a wistful sigh and a beatific lift of her head toward the sky, "the Cranial Creator, the Giant Heads came to us one day out of no where, asking us to 'Show them what we got.' A terrible storm stuck the land until one brave man by the name of Vagina turned his prayers toward the Heads and asked for mercy. They were appeased, and, every since, any who follow the Giant Heads will find peace and happiness and plenty of potatoes. May our daily lives complete them as they complete me."

[sith_happened]

Mufasa, after his daily trip up Pride Rock to view his kingdom, was Quite Confused about 1) where it went and 2) why there were so many trees and buildings.

So...cranky lion incoming?

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Summer lowered her eyes from the sky and her prayers just in time to see said cranky lion strolling into the area and quite understandably gasped. "Oh, no," she said, eyes growing wide, scrambling up to her feet as she shook her head. "Oh, no, oh, Great Giant Heads, I understand now that I have caused you great disappointment, but surely there is a better way to punish your faithful daughter than having her eaten by a lion! Of course, if that is what you decide, then I will accept my fate, but that's just so...so Biblical! After all my service, to have me masticated in the massive maw of a great beast instead of precious Ascension, to rise up to be ingested by your glorious mouths! You have looked upon me and deemed me unworthy. Oh, shall I not be free to be freed?"

Overwhelmed, she dropped back down to her knees and covered her face as she sobbed, trying to brave enough to face her dismal, inglorious fate.

[sith_happened]

"I will not eat you," Mufasa rumbled because sure, talking lion. "What is this place?"

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"I don't know," Summer admitted once the words from the, okay, talking lion settled in her grief-addled mind. "I have yet to figure out why the Great Heads even sent me here. No one seems to have any Mortys."

She sniffled, rubbing her tears into her now streaking gold make-up. "You're really not going to eat me, Mr. Lion?"

[sith_happened]

"Not if there are any zebra around," Mufasa assured her. "Or antelope."

The teal deer were going to be in some trouble soon.

"What is Mortys?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Those are Mortys," said Summer, standing up finally with one more sniff and a few pats on her face because gold pai t and tears got sticky. SHe gestured to the three teenagers frolicking in the grass...one blue with gils, one made of green gas, one robotic. All in yellow shirts. "Versions of my brother from different dimesions that we collect and force to fight each other for honor, trophies, and glory."

Because that sounded totally sane.

[intotheout]

Unlike her literary counterpart, this Tip had never faced down a starving lion in an abandoned theme park. So instead of getting the hell out of there any way possible, she just kind of stood and stared and resisted the urge to go try to pet the giant kitty.

[sith_happened]

Mufasa stared back. Finally he broke the silence. "....yes?"

[intotheout]

"Omigosh you're a talking lion!"

[sith_happened]

"I suppose that I am," Mufasa rumbled. "Who are you?"

[regretiz4suckas]

Peggy was having a very-- strange day. The last thing she remembered before she woke up in a strange house, in a place that reminded her Philadelphia but was clearly not, was conspiring with two of her servants to have her lout of a husband kidnapped by the Continental Army.

To awaken in a strange, empty house, with a small cat demanding food, and no one familiar in sight, had been at first terrifying, but was not just quite puzzling.

The lion she could see across the park didn't help with that feeling. The frolicking Mortys and gold-wearing woman weren't a help either. Although the lion didn't seem to be attacking anyone, strangely enough.

Perhaps there was somewhere she could find a decent breakfast, one that her incipient child wouldn't force her to revisit later?

[intotheout]

"Okay, we've got the silly cult girl, a talking lion, and a historical reenactor," Tip said. "This is some kind of 'educational' Boov theme park, right?"

[regretiz4suckas]

Peggy's brow furrowed, and she said, "I beg your pardon?" A free black girl, clearly, to address an adult in such a way. Although one with shocking manners. "Child, do your parents know where you are?" Her hand went to her own still-expanding stomach, and she looked tentatively around the park, then back to the small child. She couldn't help smiling at the girl's silliness, though. "The lion talks?"

[intotheout]

"Nope," Tip said cheerfully enough. "Mom's probably flipping out again." Maybe this time Tip had been abducted by aliens. "And yeah, he said he's the King of the Pride Lands."

[regretiz4suckas]

"Don't you think you should find her before she -- flips?" Peggy knew how she'd feel if her own child were wandering around, talking to strangers and making up stories about lions. "And ah. Of course. Being King of the Beasts, after all." Pride Lands? "And, did you say this is a theme park? I'm afraid I am quite lost, myself."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer noticed the woman when she finishes one of her Adoration to the Heads, and, though she saw no Mortys, her heart surged in hope. "Have you come to battle?"

[regretiz4suckas]

Peggy inhaled sharply. Were the Colonials in the area? "I came merely to see where I am... madam." What kind of woman wore such ridiculous garments? "Have the British arrived?" Please, oh please. Or perhaps not. They would undoubtedly find Benedict, and she was quite unhappy with him at the moment. "Or is it the Continental Army?" Eeep.

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"No," said Summer, shaking her head sadly. "It is only I, Summer Smith, and my trio of Mortys, seeking to glorify the Giant Heads by proving my worth in battle. But I have yet to find an opponent properly equipped with even one Morty!"

[regretiz4suckas]

"Giant heads," Peggy repeated.

Oh, the woman was mad. Along with her companions. Well then.

"Mortys. I see. I apologize for not bringing my own.. Mortys. I didn't expect to be here." She paused. "And can you, pray tell, explain to me where 'here' is?"