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Summer Smith ([personal profile] somethingwithturquoise) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2017-07-15 08:03 am

The Park; Saturday Morning [07/15].

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.


[[open, of course, for all your park-related (and potential Morty-battling) needs]]
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[personal profile] intotheout 2017-07-15 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
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: (x plot: Mufasa)

[personal profile] sith_happened 2017-07-15 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Mufasa stared back. Finally he broke the silence. "....yes?"
intotheout: (Home - delight)

[personal profile] intotheout 2017-07-15 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Omigosh you're a talking lion!"
sith_happened: (x plot: Mufasa)

[personal profile] sith_happened 2017-07-16 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
"I suppose that I am," Mufasa rumbled. "Who are you?"
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[personal profile] intotheout 2017-07-16 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Tip Tucci." Tip offered her hand, then looked vaguely appalled with herself. Why would a lion shake hands like a trained dog?!

She didn't stop offering it, though.
sith_happened: (x plot: Mufasa)

[personal profile] sith_happened 2017-07-16 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Mufasa stared at the hand, confused. "I am Mufasa," he said. "King of the Pridelands."
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[personal profile] intotheout 2017-07-16 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
". . . So you're a visiting dignitary?"
sith_happened: (x plot: Mufasa)

[personal profile] sith_happened 2017-07-16 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
"I suppose I am," Mufasa said. "Wherever this is."
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[personal profile] intotheout 2017-07-16 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
"I'd tell you, but I don't know either." Tip shrugged. "I just woke up here, myself. I think it might be France."
sith_happened: (x plot: Mufasa)

[personal profile] sith_happened 2017-07-17 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
"I've never heard of France," Mufasa said. "Where are you from?"
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[personal profile] intotheout 2017-07-17 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
"New York. And Barbados before that."