Interesting.

Nina & Nino 2013/08/13(Tue)18:24 No. 534200 ID: 2ae1fb
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NINO: Err... How do we... What?

UNCLE REMUS: How you come on? What, don't nobody say that anymore? Then, "How do you do?"

NINA: Oh! Well... I suppose we're doing well.

NINO: Pretty okay. Uhh... How you come on?

UNCLE REMUS: Pretty good, sure as you're born, Honey.

NINA: So... Are you the one who's supposed to tell us what's been happening?

UNCLE REMUS: Reckon I might be. But it's an awful long story. Yes, sir, mighty long. And I ain't exactly sure that I can tell it all in one telling. I'm an old man, and I ain't so full of energy as I used to be.

NINO: We don't mind. Right, Nina?

NINA: Well, no... But we have so many questions.

UNCLE REMUS: Don't know if I can answer 'em. But, let's see now....

He sits back in his rocking chair and closes his eyes for a moment.

UNCLE REMUS: Why don't you children settle yourselves down?

He gestures to a bench off to the side of the porch.

UNCLE REMUS: Y'all can sit on that if you move it a might bit closer.

Nino grabs the bench and drags it in front of Uncle Remus' rocking chair. We sit, and the old man slowly opens his shining eyes.

UNCLE REMUS: Well, sir, it all started long, long ago. I reckon the story don't get started for a while yet, but as far as I know, the story starts in the year 1866... It was one of those zip-a-dee-do-dah days...

NINO: Zip-a-dee-do-dah? What's that?

Uncle Remus smiles at Nino, and when he opens his mouth, his voice is lower, softer. It's almost hypnotic, really. I feel as though I'm floating...

UNCLE REMUS: Well, Honey, a zip-a-dee-do-dah day is the kinda day when you can't open your mouth without a song jumping right out of it. Normally, I'd sing right along with it. But this story's long enough as it is. And so, on that beautiful zip-a-dee-do-dah day in 1866... I saw a rabbit hopping down the road. But it weren't no ordinary rabbit. This here was Br'er Rabbit, the most bodacious critter that ever lived.

The light of the sun itself starts to go dim, as if watching a scene on film. I see Remus standing at the head of a dirt road, a rabbit wearing a pink shirt and blue pants hopping down the road in front of him.

This is so trippy and weird! His voice is super-faint, and when I hear him speak again, it's the Uncle Remus from the vision.

UNCLE REMUS: Br'er Rabbit? How is this possible? I thought you was just a story!

BR'ER RABBIT: That I is!

UNCLE REMUS: Now I knows I ain't nothing but a foolish old man. If you's just a story, then how come you hopping down the road, real as you please?

The rabbit seems confused... What is even happening?

BR'ER RABBIT: Now, that I don't rightly know. But I suspect you's got something to do with it.

UNCLE REMUS: Me? What did I do?

BR'ER RABBIT: You tell the stories like no one ever told stories before, Uncle Remus. Crazy as it sounds, I suspect you's the one what made me real.

UNCLE REMUS: Made you real? But that ain't even possible.

BR'ER RABBIT: Don't shoot the messenger, Uncle Remus. 'Course, I suspect that means old Br'er Fox and Br'er Bear are real, too, so I gotta take my foot in my hand! So long, Uncle Remus!

The rabbit hops along down the road, leaving Uncle Remus looking confused.

Faintly, the real Uncle Remus' voice continues.

UNCLE REMUS: I sure didn't know what happened, but I aimed to find out. So I kept telling my same old stories. The children loved them, especially little Johnny. Him and Ginny and Toby, they started seeing Br'er Rabbit, too. So, I reckoned I couldn't be too crazy if those sweet children were seeing him, too.

The scene changes. I can see Uncle Remus sitting in a cabin with three little kids. It's weird, but they almost feel like old friends.

I can see them: Johnny, scratching desperately at an uncomfortable-looking collar; Ginny, fussing unconsciously with the tattered ribbon in her hair; Toby, grinning from ear to ear and stretched out leisurely on the floor; and Uncle Remus, sitting in his rocking chair like a king among his faithful subjects.

JOHNNY: Come on, Uncle Remus, tell us another story!

UNCLE REMUS: Another one? Honey, it's getting awful late. I know Miss Sally said you could stay out tonight, but what about Ginny? Shouldn't she be getting home?

GINNY: Momma doesn't mind. One more, Uncle Remus?

TOBY: Yeah! Tell us the one about the tar baby and the briar patch! That one sure is my favorite. I suspect Br'er Rabbit's the cleverest critter that ever lived.

JOHNNY: That's a good one, Toby! Tell that one, Uncle Remus.

GINNY: I'm not sure I've heard that one, yet. Tell it, Uncle Remus.

UNCLE REMUS: Alright, Honey, alright. I suspect we's got time for just one more. And since you're all so keen on that one, I reckon that's the one I's gonna tell.

JOHNNY: Oh, boy!

UNCLE REMUS: Well, sir, once upon a time... Not your time, nor yet my time, but one time.... I was going fishing... And I was just thinking how the flowers and critters was curious things. They can look in your heart and tell when it sings. If it's whistling a tune or singing a song, they all say "Howdy" when you come along.

Suddenly, a flood of beautiful, translucent butterflies pour into the window of the cabin. The children stare, transfixed, while Remus smiles as if it's the most natural thing in the world.

BUTTERFLIES: Howdy, Uncle Remus!

UNCLE REMUS: Good morning! Good morning, Girls!

The scene fades as the butterflies begin to sing, and I can hear Uncle Remus still telling his story.

UNCLE REMUS: I reckon my stories was better than ever. I was getting mighty old, though. One day, I... Well, I reckon I can't say exactly what happened, but I found out that my stories weren't just foolish old stories. They was mighty special. And I stopped getting any older after that.

NINA: What do you mean, you "stopped getting any older?"

UNCLE REMUS: I reckon it means exactly what it sounds like it means, Honey.

NINO: Uncle Remus, you said you were an old man in 1866.

UNCLE REMUS: What year is it now?

NINO: Uhh... 2013? So... are you actually 200 years old?

UNCLE REMUS: I reckon I might be about that old. Maybe a little older.

NINA: But that's impossible. How did that happen?

UNCLE REMUS: That's a story for another day, children.

He settles back in his chair, as if the conversation had never happened.

UNCLE REMUS: If'n I remember correctly, the children never questioned it. I reckon they thought I'd never die. Not when Miss Doshy died... Not when... when Tempy died...

He sighs sadly, allowing everything to go dark for a moment.

UNCLE REMUS: There were good times, too. Johnny and Ginny up and got married, and moved to Atlanta. It was the most beautiful wedding you ever seen. Some of their folks raised a bit of a ruckus, 'cuz Toby was the best man. But I reckon it didn't bother them none. They was best friends until the end. And Toby, after he got married, he wanted to learn all my stories to teach to his children. I sure didn't expect him to learn them like he did, but sure enough, he could make Br'er Rabbit appear just as you please. He taught his children, and I reckon they taught theirs, and I reckon they taught theirs. Why, I reckon they is still telling those stories to this very day!

He falls silent for a moment, smiling mischievously, and lights his pipe. He blows steady smoke rings, before continuing.

UNCLE REMUS: But I reckon that's a story for another day. I wasn't planning to, but I lived longer than Johnny, Ginny, and Toby... And soon I realized I didn't know nobody no more. Things was happening fast, and I say those inventors and tinkerers sure must have took their foots in their hands. Flying machines, radios...

He pulls a cellphone out of his pocket, smiling and shaking his head. It's not even that good of a phone! It's, like, an ancient flip-phone from '05. But he stares at it like it's some kinda alien device.

UNCLE REMUS: Even things like this. I reckon y'all know what this is. Well, sir, I didn't know what to do about it. I changed my name, I stayed indoors. Every day I saw the world change all 'round me, and I didn't know which way was up. Everyone on Miss Doshy's farm moved to the North, or to Atlanta, and I was all by my lonesome. I'd never lived nowhere else before. But one day, some young fella bought the land, and I hopped on the first train I could find. Soon, I was all the way out in California. I reckon that was about 1940. But soon, I met the most bodacious critter, excepting Br'er Rabbit, that anyone ever heard of.

A scene appears, and I see Uncle Remus sitting in a diner across from a much younger man with dark hair, a large nose, and a little mustache.

???: I still find it hard to believe you're who you say you are, Mr. Baskett.

UNCLE REMUS: Well, Sir, I reckon impossible things might be the most fun.

The man laughs and smiles a warm, genuine smile. There's something oddly similar about the two of them, despite the fact that they look nothing alike.

???: I've always believed that to be the case. Did you ever consider that your stories would make a great movie?

UNCLE REMUS: I can't rightly say. I've never been much for moving pictures.

???: Why not? You're an actor, aren't you?

UNCLE REMUS: Yes, Sir, but that's just what I do to stay fed. I reckon I'm just a foolish old man, but I like my old stories best.

???: I like them, too. Movies are wonderful, Uncle Remus. They breathe new life into old stories, and make them last forever.

UNCLE REMUS: Sure would be nice to know my stories would really last that long. But forever's a powerful scary thing.

???: Well, if you've been alive this long, I guess you've already met...

Suddenly, the scene goes completely silent and disappears.

NINA: What happened, Uncle Remus?

UNCLE REMUS: I'm sorry, Honey. I suspect I just don't remember that part of the story as well as I ought.

NINO: Who was that man?

UNCLE REMUS: Why? He look familiar?

NINO: No... But everyone else you showed us, it's like I knew them already. But... it's like there's something in my mind that doesn't want to recognize that guy.

NINA: I know exactly what you mean! It was the same for me!

UNCLE REMUS: That man...

Uncle Remus laughs, shaking his head, as if at a funny memory.

UNCLE REMUS: I was afraid of the new-fangled stuff, but that man loved 'em all. He saw that I was suffering, and he gave me a place to stay.

NINA: Here?

UNCLE REMUS: That's right, Honey. Right here.

NINO: I don't understand.

UNCLE REMUS: That man created the entire multiverse. His name was Walt Disney.

NINA: Disney? I've heard that name before.

NINO: Yeah! The head-voices mentioned it!

NINA: Nino...

UNCLE REMUS: Don't worry, Honey. It don't surprise me none.

NINO: It don't? I.. I mean, it doesn't?

UNCLE REMUS: No, I can hear 'em, too. I can't tell you much more than that, but... It's the truth.

NINA: So... you're from the same world as we are? And so was this Disney?

UNCLE REMUS: Yes, Honey.

NINO: How did some guy make an entire multiverse?

UNCLE REMUS: I suspect it's the same way one foolish old man can tell stories and make a rabbit appear, sure as you're born. But that's a story for another day.

NINA: So... What happened?

UNCLE REMUS: I didn't want no attention like a motion picture. But it was the only way I could live here. So, we made a little deal. He made his motion picture, and I told my stories. When those two things came together, it made a kinda door, and I walked right on through. I never went back. But there ain't no place for a foolish old man like me no more. I made sure my stories lived on in Toby and his family, and had Mr. Walt lock up the motion picture forever. Least, he said he would.

NINA: He didn't?

UNCLE REMUS: Well, it would have looked mighty suspicious if he never showed it to nobody. So, he treated it like any other motion picture. Said he'd re-release it at least once before he died, too. But then they'd pull something clever, start a rumor so's people wouldn't even want to see it no more. Once Mr. Walt died, everyone who worked for him said the motion picture weren't no good for new-fangled audiences. Just a foolish old motion picture about a foolish old man who don't know how to talk proper and don't represent modern ideas. I'm sure some people still watch it somehow. Mickey told me about something he calls the "Internet," but I don't rightly understand. But I don't care. So long as no one pays me any mind.

NINO: I still don't get it. Why don't you want any attention? You must be lonely!

UNCLE REMUS: No, Honey. I've lost enough friends. Here, I gots friends like myself who can't die. Friends like Mickey and Donald and everyone else. And once y'all save the multiverse, all my other friends can come back.

NINA: What do you mean?

UNCLE REMUS: Well... Used to be that the multiverse was all connected. People could go from one world to t'other right easy. But when the danger started, Mickey suspected that all that hopping around would make it spread faster. So, he put walls down between 'em all, and erased almost everyone's memories of all the hopping. Even my friends who was here before me, like Snow White, Peter Pan, Alice... they don't remember me none. But once you've saved all the worlds, things'll go back the way they was.

NINO: What about us? If this guy Disney made a bunch of cartoon movies, then how come I don't remember them?

UNCLE REMUS: That ain't the same. I can't tell you any more right now, not yet. Gotta wait until you're all together. You got three more friends a-coming. But once you've saved the multiverse, all your memories'll come back, sure enough.

I have so many questions, but I don't know where to begin. I guess he won't tell us everything, but... this is a lot to take in all at once.

This is super-scary! Is he saying that I might have lots and lots of friends that I just don't remember? This is super-cray!

It's...Well, I don't think you two would be effected, by what I understand at least. That said...Well. Just as Uncle Remus here is well over 200, some of these stories are themselves older then they may look at first glance.

Sounds like these stories are older than anything.
Even you guys!

Sure, he might have been telling stories since 1866, but what about the 'old' stories? The mighty myths, the legions of legendary heroes, the titanic tall tales, the famously forgotten folk tales?

I doubt Uncle Remus was the first proper "Speaker", but all the good stories are retroactive, right?

It stands to reason that the Multiverse always existed, since some "Speaker" must've told a tale that took place long long before the first *tick* or *tock* of the physical reality you know!

Ol' Uncle Remus was just a man of the moment, so his stories came to life in the now of "Today", as opposed to being lost in the forgotten events of "Yesterday" or the misty roads of "Tomorrow"...

The other stories were already out there when Mister Disney made his multiverse, so they all just moved right on in when Walt opened up the doors of imagination! An old Multiverse of worlds, living in the historical shadow of Disney's World, found a new life in this newly-immortalized Multiverse you fight to preserve!

Oh good. For a moment there I was afraid you'd get trapped in an endless recursive loop of flashbacks.

Nina & Nino 2013/08/14(Wed)09:08 No. 534352 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>534204
>>534280
Uncle Remus frowns for a moment and puffs his pipe.

UNCLE REMUS: Now, that I don't rightly know nothing about. Maybe I'm just a foolish old man, but I can't quite make out heads nor tails of this.

NINA: You're... talking to the voices in our heads?

NINO: He said he could hear them.

NINA: Still... that's a little strange.

He laughs, suddenly cheerful again.

UNCLE REMUS: I suppose it might be, Honey. I suppose it might. But, I guess I should say... this ain't the only multiverse.

NINA: What do you mean?

UNCLE REMUS: Lots of folks make 'em, with a little help. Mr. Walt did. But it ain't easy, and it ain't cheap.

NINO: What do you have to do?

UNCLE REMUS: Hmmm... Sounds like another story for another day. But this here multiverse is just Mr. Walt's, and everyone who worked for him. Still growing, too.

NINA: But... if Walt is dead, then how is it still growing?

UNCLE REMUS: Well... I guess that's part of the story for another day. But when I got here, there was only a few worlds in the multiverse. This big one in the middle, Snow White's world, Pinocchio's world, that fancy concert world, Dumbo's world, Bambi's world, the worlds with Donald's friends that one makes sense and one don't, and another concert-y type world that's less fancy. That was it. Hmm... Now you mention it, I guess I been here longer than Miss Alice and Mr. Peter. I guess I'm just so used to seeing 'em around and telling 'em stories, I can't remember what it was like here before them....

NINO: Oooh! Oooh! I recognize some of the things you mentioned!

UNCLE REMUS: You do, Honey?

NINO: We already saved the worlds with Donald's friends, and Nina saved Dumbo before I joined her!

NINA: But other than that, I have no idea what you're talking about.

UNCLE REMUS: Don't worry. You'll see 'em all. Now, it's getting a might bit late. Next world you go save, they probably be trying to eat their supper. Come on inside, I'll fix you up something nice.

NINO: Food?

NINA: That would be lovely. It's been a while since we've had a proper meal.

UNCLE REMUS: Why don't y'all children take turns washing up? I got a tub out back, and a rack to hang your clothes, keep 'em dry.

NINA: You want us to... bathe outside? Why, that's...

Well, I suppose a proper English lady is never rude, especially when someone is so generous. I know that I must be filthy; I haven't bathed in a long time. Still, it seems so improper!

NINA: That's very kind. Is it... Is it very private?

UNCLE REMUS: No one much ever comes out here, Honey. Never you worry.

NINO: Me first! Me first!

I go around the back of the cabin, and there's this, like, old-fashioned tub thing. There's a bar of soap on a little table. Dude, this is actually really fun! And it feels SO good to be clean again! I hate being all gross and stuff.

After we've bathed, Remus sets the table and serves some ham, corn bread, and a rather spicy spinach-like vegetable.

NINA: What is this vegetable called, Uncle Remus? I don't believe I've ever eaten it before!

UNCLE REMUS: Them's collards, Honey. Eat up, it's powerful good for you.

NINO: I love it! More please?

Uncle Remus throws back his head and laughs again.

UNCLE REMUS: It sure is nice to have a child around with a healthy appetite! Eat up. Plenty more where that came from!

We eat and laugh, and it's wonderful.

After the meal, Remus starts pulling quilts, sheets, and pillows out of a chest in the corner of the room. He makes little cots on the floor.

UNCLE REMUS: It's getting mighty late, and y'all are welcome to stay the night.

NINO: Wooo! Sleepover!

NINA: Shouldn't we head to the next world awhile? That is, if Uncle Remus doesn't have anything else he needs to tell us.

UNCLE REMUS: You'll have much more energy in the morning, and it might not be too welcome to try and save a world in the middle of the night. Folks might be trying to rest.

NINO: See, Nina? We should totally just stay!

UNCLE REMUS: Y'all children can head out first thing in the morning. I ain't got much else important to say this time. Come back later, when you've got more folks on your team, and I'll tell you more.

NINA: Alright. Let's get some sleep.

NINO: Yay!

We lay on our cots, which are really, really comfy and curl up. Uncle Remus is so nice! He's so cool for a really old guy. He might have even cooler stories than Eddie Valiant! Plus, he's totally immortal, which is super-neat! Also, he can hear you guys talk, which is weird, but pretty cool I guess. If you have anything else to say to me, say it now, 'cuz I'm totally falling asleep!

I'm not sure how well I can sleep. There's just so much going on. I feel like I have so many questions, but I'm not even sure where to begin. Uncle Remus also keeps mentioning the other three heroes that Mickey and his friends are trying to contact. But I don't know anything about them! What if we don't get along?

And what about all the worlds in the multiverse? I'm sure that whatever Mickey did is helping to keep them safe, but... it's sort of frightening. I've been so confident that I'm learning so much about the multiverse and saving so many worlds, but now I'm not so sure. I suppose I don't know as much as I thought.

I also get the distinct feeling that, as sweet and as helpful as he is, Uncle Remus is hiding something from us. I trust him; I don't think it's anything malicious... But it still worries me.

Can we talk a bit before sleep? I really want to know that you're there. Sorry if I'm rambling a bit, only... I just can't sleep. I don't suppose random voices in my head would understand that feeling, but... it's maddening. Thanks for listening to me.

[Nina]
Hrrm...Would you believe that we actually can sorta somehow 'pick' who comes in next?
I think the others chose you first because you seemed the type to pay off the best when you were around for a while.
Nino was chosen afterwards to compliment your style of combat, since that crops up from time to time.
Next, we're getting a healer-accidents have kinda been increasing as of late, and you've taken the brunt of them as a result...We'll do our best on that end, but that will hopefully help out.
And...For all that Uncle Remus has mentioned, I haven't heard anything too much to worry about as far as you guys and your actions. We HAVE made progress! Donald's pals are safe, Dumbo's safe, Lilo&Stitch...More than a few worlds are fine now! So if we play our part, things will be just fine. It probably feels like we don't have the whole picture, but that's also because other people are working on this, from other angles we don't know about.

[Nina]
My guess is that the thing he's hiding is something like this danger having occurred multiple times before, and each time the previous heroes drove it back at great cost without quite permanently stopping it. So kind of what we have already seen, except repeating every so often.

Yes he's hiding something from you, but Uncle Remus is always hiding something from you. That's what a storyteller does, a good one at any rate.

Truthfully Nina, you probably don't come from this multiverse. Think of all these worlds like spokes on a wheel, call it the "walt disney" wheel. There could be a second wheel out there, with all its innumerable spokes, and it might even intersect the first, like the way two gears mesh together. Every virtual instinct in my nonexistent body is saying you don't come from any of these spokes.

Mickey's probably just upset because he thinks only those from a different wheel can fix his wheel, so to speak. He won't have much power over the other wheels though, like the way he stuck playing cards in his to block the spokes from each other. So that means your grandma is probably worried about you now and there's nothing he can do about it. He can only find people where the gears mesh, so to speak, at just the right moment, so instead of lengthy negotiations and bargains, he just sort of had to snatch you. That's just my guess though, but whatever it is I'm sure Mickey's heart is in the right place.

Nino's an odd case in that he seems to know these people, at least some of them, but... somehow not? I don't know if he's from the same wheel as them, or you for that matter. By wheel I mean multiverse of course. I wonder what the others will be like.

Nina & Nino 2013/08/15(Thu)18:13 No. 534722 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>534356
>>534382
>>534401
Hmm... Well, that's all very interesting... But I'm afraid I don't understand much of it. Maybe I just need a good night's sleep. It's been an absolutely exhausting day.

We wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs.

UNCLE REMUS: Good morning, children! Hope y'all like breakfast, 'cuz I figured you might be needing it.

NINO: Wah?

Dude... it's so early... I hate mornings, they're the worst, and... wait... is that... bacon? Awww yiss, gonna get me some BACON!

Faster than I can blink, Nino goes from lazily rubbing his eyes to sitting at Uncle Remus' table, fork and knife in hand. Unbelievable.

NINO: Thanks, Uncle Remus! I'm starving!

NINA: Yes, that is very kind of you.

He really is a good cook.

UNCLE REMUS: I packed y'all some lunches, as well. Don't know where you is going next, and I sure would hate to have to send you there without no food.

He hands me a large metal bucket with a lid. Inside are two handkerchiefs, two glass bottles of milk, two pork sandwiches, two large chunks of corn bread, and a peach pie.

NINO: Uncle Remus! You're the best!

UNCLE REMUS: Aww, I wouldn't say that, Honey.

NINA: You are very kind, though. And we really do appreciate it.

UNCLE REMUS: No, Honey. I'm just a foolish old man. There sure is a lot of things I forgot to tell you.

NINO: Like what?

UNCLE REMUS: Well... I couldn't help but listen to the voices you been hearing last night. Remember that they care about you children, they do, but sometimes they gets a little mixed-up.

NINA: Mixed-up?

UNCLE REMUS: They just don't knows the multiverse the way they thinks they knows it. Y'all is both from the same world, the same one I's from, too. And anyway, I want you to remember something important. Every world in this here multiverse is completely different.

NINO: Like how?

UNCLE REMUS: Well... time might work different. Or folks who ought to be dead maybe ain't necessarily so. In some worlds, that's no good, and a sure sign of the danger. But in other worlds, that's just the way things be.

NINA: But, Uncle Remus, how will we tell the difference?

UNCLE REMUS: Just be very careful, and don't be jumping to no conclusions. You might get yourselves in a heap of trouble that way.

NINO: We will, Uncle Remus!

UNCLE REMUS: Now, you children best be off. Got lots and lots of worlds left to save. That is... unless there's something else you wants to ask?

I'm not sure I even understand the things he's already told us. But if there's anything else we ought to know, we should definitely ask. I just can't think of anything right now.

Welp, I've got nothing. Anything else we should do before we go to the next world? 'Cuz I'm ready to save the multiverse! Wooooo!

>>534722
I can think of one very important thing. The enemy. What are we fighting against? What are they trying to accomplish? What little communication we managed only made it sound like they were trying to destroy EVERYTHING.

More like consume everything. Like they were some kind of plague or creeping swarm. But they have a single personality, no matter how many of them there are! It's like some malevolent giant sticking his fingers into your worlds and only pulling them back when he gets pricked. And for some reason, when he leaves there's the sound of a vault door closing. What are these vault doors? Is it a colliding wheel that we have to break away from one sticky spoke at a time?

Nina & Nino 2013/08/16(Fri)18:03 No. 534958 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>534725
Before I have time to ask, Uncle Remus just shakes his head.

UNCLE REMUS: Sorry, Honey. That's a story for another day.

NINA: But... but wouldn't it be helpful to know what exactly it is that we are fighting?

NINO: Yeah! How can we fight it if we don't know what it is?

UNCLE REMUS: Well, y'all be doing just fine so far. I can't tells you no more about it yet.

NINA: So... I guess we're leaving, then.

UNCLE REMUS: Just a second, Honey. I got one more present for y'all.

He closes his eyes, and breathes deeply for a moment. He slowly exhales, and snaps his fingers. When he opens his eyes, he looks around and smiles.

UNCLE REMUS: Yes, sir! That sure is might satisfactual.

NINA: I don't understand, Uncle Remus. What did you do?

NINO: Something's different, but... I dunno what it is.

UNCLE REMUS: I guess it ain't a present for you children so much as for the ones what's helping you.

NINO: The head-voices? You gave them a present?

UNCLE REMUS: Sure did, Honey. Just helped 'em to see better, that's all.

NINA: ....Okay... Well... we'll be leaving, now.

UNCLE REMUS: Take care, children!

I take Nino's hand and use my ring.

NINO: Hey... I've seen this room before.

NINA: So have I.

We're in a small room, just like the one that I found myself in before heading to the world with the Windigos. Just the same as the last time we were here, there are five doors with telly screens over them: one with my face, one with Nino's, and the other three blank. Again, the pre-recorded message plays.

MINNIE: This is a pre-recorded message. This world requires that you change your shape. Our automated system will allow for the most pleasant possible transformation experience. If each of you would report to your designated changing room, we'll get the process started.

The doors slide open.

NINO: Wait... Nina! How's your arm?

NINA: Huh?

NINO: Your arm. Didn't you hurt it during the fight with that horse-y thingy?

NINA: Oh... It's still a bit sore, but it's definitely much better. I haven't even noticed it since we left that world. I guess it wasn't much of an injury after all.

NINO: That's good.

We head to our separate rooms.

This room is much simpler than the one I saw last time. Only the computer terminal stands along a wall.

DAISY: Hello, Nina. This message has been pre-recorded. In this world, you may keep all of your items. Please input a valid animal species.

A blinking cursor appears on the screen, and the touch screen displays a keyboard.

This is strange. If I am to become an animal again, why may I keep my items? And why was I not given limited choices this time? I must say, I don't like it. The possibilities are endless! Whatever shall I become?

Oh, well. At least I get to keep my clothing.

This is totally weird, guys! There's just a computer-thingy with a touch screen.

DAISY: Hello, Nino. This message has been pre-recorded. In this world, you may keep all of your items. Please input a valid animal species.

Huh... Would I not be allowed to keep my items in some worlds? That would suck!

Wait, did the one message say transformation!? Like turning into an animal? Like, any animal I want!? DUDE! That's freakin' sweet! Huh... decisions, decisions....

yay for color! Does this mean a change in the mood of the story? The greyscale shading made things feel more grim and gritty.

>>534958
Oh, we're going into an anthropomorphic animal world. Could be the world of Robin Hood... Word of advice: pick something with arms, legs, and fingers. There's no guarantee it'll supply you with missing limbs. It might be a good idea to pick something sturdy, too, but bulk can be a problem. Sorry, I'm not much help, I have a hard time choosing when there are so many options.

I wonder when we're going to finally revisit Christopher Robin's world to save it? Oh, that reminds me. Nina, are we short on ammo? Do you think we need to replenish our supplies via the box in Donald's house? Teleporting directly to the box would be wise if so.

Hrrm...
Well, Nina did a fox last time, but I kinda feel like something more...'Proper' would fit her. What comes to mind is an owl. If I wanted to be funny, I'd make her a Spider.
As for Nino...Hrrm
I think something silly. But what, I cannot decide. A rabbit? Possible. A mole would be funny to see, though maybe less fun for him to be. A Lion or Bear or Bull also would be funny, but for different reasons. Also not sure how he'd handle that...
I think a Ferret, ultimately fits Nino best.

I think Nino should be a monkey, because its time to get down to business. Monkey business

For Nina, I guess an owl would be a traditional spellcaster, or a black cat.

>>534958
Nina should be an Owl, like Bubo. A classical choice.

Nino should be a Frill-Neck Lizard. Its' absurd appearance would suit him greatly.

Nina & Nino 2013/08/19(Mon)23:33 No. 535977 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>534980
...Well, this could be a problem. I don't have any ammo left at all, now that you mention it, and my ammo box is in my backpack. It's empty. Hopefully, there will be a way to obtain ammo in this world. I certainly hope I can get some more before I need it again, at least.

As far as Christopher Robin is concerned... I don't know.

>>534997
>>535004
>>535045
Alright, let's give this a try.

I type in "Owl," and a silhouette of an owl appears on the screen. I tap it.

DAISY: You have selected "owl." Is that correct?

I tap the green button that appears.

DAISY: Remain still.

Again, a hot beam of light runs from the computer across my body. I can feel feathers sprouting from my skin, and my arms morphing into wings. My face changes shape, and I can feel my nose and mouth becoming a beak, my teeth fading into the larger structure. It doesn't feel quite as strange as becoming a fox, but it is still quite unusual.

Oddly, my clothes seem to have transformed as well. They fit rather well!

DAISY: You are now an owl-person. Prepare to enter the next world.

The computer terminal slides away, revealing an identical portal to the one leading to the world with the Windigos.

DAISY: Please step into the portal.

I close my eyes and step through.

Hmmm... those are all really good suggestions, but I'm gonna have to go with the MONKEY! Monkeys are ALWAYS funny, it's the rules.

So I type in "Monkey," and there's a picture of a monkey on the screen. POKE!

DAISY: You have selected "monkey." Is that correct?

Two little buttons that say "YES" and "NO" appear. Uhh.. yeah? Duh! I wanna be a MONKEY! MONKEY ME UP!

DAISY: Remain still.

So, there's this, like, laser-beam thingy and it scans me I guess? Anyway, it's so WEIRD! I can feel my arms getting longer and my legs getting shorter. I'm, like, super-short now. And my ears keep getting bigger and I'm growing fur, and... Dude! I have a tail! WEIRD! But... AWESOME!

DAISY: You are now a monkey-person. Prepare to enter the next world.

The computer-thingy moves by itself, and there's a big black hole in the wall behind it. Let's see what's on the other side! WHEEEE!

It looks like a really tiny boring town. There's a bunch of shops and a big grassy area with trees, and a big building with a dome and some fancy-looking columns. It looks like the towns you see in movies where there's a lot of rules and everyone gossips about everyone else and no one's allowed to have any fun until some sorta city dude shows up and shakes things up and...

Dude! That could be me! I'm gonna be the dude from "Footloose!"

Hey, that big owl-lady looks awful familiar.

NINO: Nina? Is that you?

NINA: Oh, hello! So... you decided to go with the monkey?

NINO: Yeah! I know everyone told you to be an owl... Jeez, Nina... You kinda... gained a lot of weight.

NINA: No, I just have large feathers. A lot of them. Everywhere. It makes me look much fluffier than I am.

NINO: Whatever you say, Nina.

NINA: Anyway, this looks like a nice, pleasant little town.

NINO: ...Yeah, that's exactly what I was thinking.

NINA: What do you suppose is going on over there?

Standing at the top of the steps of the large, stately building at the end of the lane is a turkey wearing a suit, surrounded by fluffy dog-people in black suits and sunglasses.

I think this is a town full of furries! Neat!

NINO: Those dudes look like the secret service!

NINA: Hush, Nino. Let's get closer.

The turkey looks rather nervous, and we can see a crowd gathering at the foot of the steps. There's a tall fox-woman with her hair pulled back in a brown pony-tail, holding a framed photograph of some sort in her paw-like hands. A small goose-girl in a red dress stands beside her, along with an angry-looking but rather small bear. Other animal-people in the crowd hold signs with phrases such as "Justice for Foxy Loxy" and "Save Oakey Oaks baseball." The fox woman begins to speak.

???: Mr. Mayor, we demand justice! Two years ago, my little girl had her brain scrambled by those aliens that you and so many in this town are working to protect! We demand that she be put back to normal when they return for their yearly acorn harvest in three days. You must demand that they do it! If you don't agree to help us, we will notify the press of their existence.

NINO: She sounds pretty upset. Think we should go find out what's going on?

NINA: Maybe we should just wait here. I'm sure they'll explain more.

NINO: But I think everybody already knows what everyone else is talking about here! They won't tell us unless we ask.

NINA: We can't just barge into the middle of the crowd! We have to blend in.

NINO: That sounds boring! Head-voices, I'm right, right? We should totally just ask!

NINA: No. I'm sure that they'll advise caution, as they are sensible.

NINO: Oh yeah? We'll just see about that!

>>535977
I have to agree with Nino on this one. We'll have to ask someone what's going on. It's not like you two can blend in- people in small towns all know eachother and will pick you out as strangers. HOWEVER you can do so quietly, to attract the minimum attention.

This world appears to follow the story of Chicken Little. One of the more recent, high-production tales. It was done entirely in 3d computer graphics! Let's see... the original plot involved Chicken Little discovering a cloaked UFO, which had pieces falling off it. At first he thought the cloaked piece was a piece of the sky and became the laughingstock of the town by claiming the sky was falling. Eventually he and his friends uncovered the entire UFO and tried to call the village but the aliens ran off. They left one alien child behind by mistake though, which they had to return later to find. They basically invaded the village to recover the kid and were using teleport guns on the town to basically uproot everything and everyone... Foxy Loxy got her brain scrambled accidentally during that bit of drama, turning her from a mean girl into a southern belle. Chicken Little managed to return the alien kid, saving the town. That's where the story ends. It's been two years since then apparently. Dunno what the acorn harvest thing is about.

>>535977
First off, on the subject of your incarnation's appearance: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

On the subject of this world, I remember this well! It was poorly written and dull. Something something alien invasion something something who cares about source material something something chicken.

I don't actually think anyone watched this film, it was just sort of shown to them. Whatever's here will likely be exceptionally dangerous, as it will have access to flying saucers and disintegrator beams. Move in towards the Turkey Mayor and query the local circumstances.

>> feathers
>> everywhere
>> ifyouknowhatimeanwinkwinkrimshotdottiff

*ahem*
Two years ago, my little girl had her brain scrambled by those aliens that you and so many in this town are working to protect!

In other words, our info is two years out of date. So, as far as people to check out...Well, keep an eye out for a REALLY small chicken fellow, 'watch your step small'.

Nina & Nino 2013/08/20(Tue)22:44 No. 536236 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>536001
WHAT? What what!? How... How dare you? I...

I am chastising the voices in my head for making inappropriate comments about my body... Maybe I am a bit mad.

>>535979
>>535988
NINO: See? I KNEW they'd like my idea!

NINA: Alright. We should talk to the mayor. But how can we do that quietly? He's surrounded, and everyone seems to be paying very close attention.

NINO: Hmm... Do we have to do it quietly?

NINA: Oh, no... What exactly do you have in mind?

NINO: I mean, we could just get his attention. Like, we could be all like, "HEY MR. MAYOR! WHAT'S GOING ON? WE'RE TRYING TO SAVE YOUR WORLD!"

NINA: No no no no no! We aren't doing anything even remotely like that.

NINO: Oh yeah? Then what do you suggest?

NINA: Well... if we can't get to the mayor just yet, we could always pull aside some random bystander and ask them what's happening.

NINO: That's boring! But... I guess they didn't really say we had to talk TO the mayor, just move in closer.

NINA: Right.

We walk down the street towards the angry crowd. One black-suited dog raises a sign that says "WHAT KIND OF THREAT IS THAT?" The mayor reads the sign, and then addresses the mob.

???: What kind of threat is that?

The fox woman smiles nastily.

???: Mr. Mayor, don't you understand? If the outside world knew that there really were aliens in Oakey Oaks, we'd be overrun by tourists in no time!

The crowd murmurs anxiously just as we reach them. A rabbit woman standing by a pram is in the back of the crowd, craning to see what is going on.

NINA: Excuse me, Ma'am. We were wondering what all this is about?

The rabbit woman gasps and pushes her pram away, shooting suspicious glances at Nino and myself.

NINO: Rude!

The woman leans over toward a jaguar man nearby and whispers something, pointing towards us. He passes the whisper along, and soon the whole crowd is buzzing. It parts, and we notice that everyone, including the fox and the mayor, have turned to stare at us.

NINO: Uhhhh... Hi?

The black-suited dog holds up another sign: "INTERROGATE THE OUTSIDERS." The mayor reads the sign and turns back toward us, anger in his eyes.

???: Who are you, and just what are you doing in Oakey Oaks!?

...hmm. Baseball fans. You heard about their team and wanted to watch them play in person.

You guys might need new names to fit in here. How about Nina be Annie Hooten, Nino be uh... I can't think of any monkey names nearly as good... how about Harry Harlow. Very nerdy reference there, I doubt either of you will get it.

>>536247
I agree, besides, they're a bit paranoid about outsiders no doubt due to any strange co-inky-dinks. Best to come up with a cover and lay low.

Oh, and if they question you about your...
Disfigurement, spin a tale involving a traumatizing accident and subsequent experimental facial reconstruction surgery in your early years.

We're aliens! :D Hiiii

Nina & Nino 2013/08/21(Wed)22:33 No. 536547 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>536247
NINA: Oh, we're just here for the baseball. We've heard that Oakey Oaks has a wonderful team, and we'd love to see them play in person.

NINO: Yeah! My name is Harry, Harry Harlow, and this is my friend...

NINA: Annie Hooten! It is a pleasure to meet you.

The fox woman seems to soften for a moment, and shakes my outstretched wing.

ROXY: My name is Roxy Loxy...

She pulls her paw away, staring hard at my face, her eyebrow raising.

ROXY: That eye...

>>536251
NINA: Oh, well... When I was a child, I was in a terrible accident. Traumatic, really. I don't want to talk about it. But the surgeons performed a wonderful operation, very experimental.

ROXY: Huh. I didn't know that sort of technology was available on earth. Are you sure you aren't here about anything else?

She folds her arms, as if waiting to hear more.

NINA: Well... No, we're really just here about the baseball.

ROXY: Hmm... From the sounds of it, you're British or something. How did you hear about the Acorns?

NINA: Acorns? No, we're just here about the baseball.

She grins nastily.

ROXY: But, Annie, the Acorns are our baseball team. If you've heard enough about them to come here all the way from England, why don't you know their name?

The little goose girl makes a strange honking sound, and Roxy nods.

ROXY: The two of you aren't who you say you are.

NINO: I'm sorry, my friend must be just a little jet-lagged. I mean, she DID just fly in from England and everything.

ROXY: Oh, yeah? You here for the baseball, too?

NINO: Well, duh! I was the one who told Annie all about the Acorns! They're the greatest! I'm just from... uhh... a few towns west of here.

ROXY: I've never seen you at a game before.

NINO: Uhh... I'm really short. You probably just didn't notice me.

The skinny bear starts to laugh.

ROXY: What's so funny, Coach?

COACH: Relax, Roxy. Fans are fans. And even if they are here for... other things...

He turns to us, his face suddenly serious.

COACH: They're outnumbered. Anyway, we're up against Spud Valley in three days. But, if you really are a loyal fan, Harry, I guess you already knew that.

HARRY: Well... yeah! Stupid Spud Valley! Those guys are a bunch of bums!

Roxy seems to stand at ease for the first time since we've arrived.

ROXY: Well... here's hoping we have a chance. Goosey here's good, but she can't carry the whole team herself.

The little girl nods and honks again.

ROXY: You remember how last year went, Harry. I just don't know if we can do it this year.

COACH: And next year, Foxy would be on the high school team! I just know she'd be a shoo-in for varsity. This would have been her last year on the middle school team, and she's missing it, thanks to those... those...

Goosey honks again.

COACH: Hey, watch your language, young lady!

Roxy turns from us and starts walking up the stairs to the town hall, until she’s almost snout-to-beak with the mayor.

ROXY: Don't you get it, Turkey Lurkey? These people came all this way just to see a little league game, and now they're going to be disappointed! THIS is the kind of publicity you should want for this town: our legendary baseball program. But if you refuse to help us, the only thing Oakey Oaks will ever be known for is alien invasions! Do you want to become some tasteless tourist trap? Watching a bunch of filthy outsiders standing around, staring at the sky like a bunch of morons? Or do you want a few really good ones to come and see some kids play nice, wholesome baseball?

One of the dogs holds up a long series of signs bearing a few words each, and the mayor reads off of them, his eyes flicking back and forth nervously.

TURKEY LURKEY: I suppose you have a point, Ms. Loxy. But I'm not sure I can make the aliens fix your daughter. They're really powerful, and what if they don't want to?

ROXY: You make them understand. I'm sure THEY don't want outsiders to find out about THEM, either. Would make it very difficult to gather acorns, wouldn't it?

You know what? I still don't have any idea what's even going on here. What the heck are we even supposed to be doing?

>>536547
Their rampant xenophobia is a sign of corruption. And why would a MAYOR have BODYGUARDS in this little podunk town eh? They're partially the source of this corruption, I'm sure of it.

I still think you should have just said you were aliens up front. It's true!!

>>536547
Not sure yet. Keep a nose out for that vinegar smell, or any people acting really weird.

It looks like those bodyguards are controlling the mayor via their signs...

Oh, uh, for now I think you should ask what the aliens are like.

Hrrrm...
Ask them if anything weird has occured in the last two years. Even by their standards, is what I'd LIKE to do...But right now the spotlight is on us. We should probably back off for the time being, and then at a later date or in less tense circumstances ask around about it.

Nina & Nino 2013/08/24(Sat)02:33 No. 537030 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>536583
NINA: Ms. Loxy, you said that the incident with your daughter happened two years ago. Has anything strange happened since then?

ROXY: Yes. Every day has been "strange" for the past two years. Every. Single. Day.

NINO: What do you mean?

ROXY: Foxy just... isn't Foxy anymore.

She falls silent, and rejoins the rest of the crowd at the base of the stairs.

COACH: So, if you're gonna be in town for the next three days, where are y'all staying?

The crowd seems to get closer, more hostile, waiting for a legitimate response. Suddenly, a voice from behind us cuts in.

???: Oh, there you two are! I've been looking all over for you! I mean, you weren't at the deli, and you weren't at the library, and you weren't at that cute little shop with all the knick-knacks... Well, I was getting kinda worried!

Standing behind us is a very large rooster-man in a nice shirt and pants. His eyes look rather nervous, but his smile is very reassuring. Roxy raises an eyebrow.

ROXY: You know these people, Buck?

BUCK: Know them? Why, Harry here's been my friend since I used to play for the Acorns. Which is probably why, you know, he likes the Acorns so much. Right, Harry?

NINO: Uhhh... Uhh, right?

ROXY: Isn't he a little... young? I mean, he doesn't look a day over 20.

BUCK: Nonsense. Good genes, you know. His mom's quite the looker, still!

Uhhh... Uhhh.... What? Is this guy CRAZY? He doesn't even KNOW my mama! And he can't talk about her that way!

COACH: Then... Why haven't we ever met him?

BUCK: Well... He only comes to town for the games. And, you know, we're all real busy then, so.... Anyway, I can see that you're all real busy already! So, you know, we're just gonna get in the car, and it's gonna be fine. See? Everything's fine!

He never breaks eye contact with Roxy, but he starts gesturing us towards a car.

Normally, I wouldn't get in the car with such a suspicious character. But the crowd really does seem to be getting sort of agitated.

This is weird, and totally crazy! We can't just...

Nina's getting in the rooster's car? What, is she stupid or something? Oh, well, may as well go after her. Who knows? It could be fun, like a.... crazy adventure! Yeah...

Once we're in the car, Buck drives away quickly, and gives a loud sigh of relief. He looks a lot calmer now.

BUCK: Are you two alright? That was a pretty hairy situation back there!

NINA: Oh, yes... But who are you?

BUCK: Who, me? I'm nobody, really. But... I don't really like the way Roxy's been lately.

NINA: What do you mean?

BUCK: Well... look, it's complicated. Do you have kids, Annie?

NINA: WHAT!? I'm 18!

BUCK: Oh, sorry, sorry! It's just... Being a parent is difficult. And I'm not sure Roxy's doing a great job is all. Don't tell her I said that.

He shakes his head, as if trying to clear his mind.

BUCK: Look, I'm not like the rest of those guys. This town... I've lived here all my life, you know, but sometimes the people are like... wild animals, you know? They like to pounce on every juicy little piece of gossip they can get their grubby hands on. And... I used to be part of that. But not anymore. I'm a new man, now. And that's why I've gotta help you guys out.

NINA: What do you mean?

BUCK: Well, you're clearly not from around here. But I figure you've gotta have a good reason to be, since you came up with a lie like that. I don't know why, but I trust you. So, whatever, you need a place to stay? I've got it! We've got a real nice fold-out couch, you know, the fancy ones? That turn into a bed and everything? Man, it's great! Anyway... I just didn't want to see you guys run outta town. And you know something? If you do have something to do with those aliens? I've met them! They're great! They're just... well, they're just a normal family, too! Just like anyone here in town. So I can definitely understand....

Jeez, this guy just won't shut up! Nina seems to trust him, but I think he's fishy.

BUCK: Anyway, here we are!

He drives up to a house that looks like an immense chicken coop.

BUCK: Kids are probably out back playing. Anyway, I still have a few more errands to run. Make yourselves at home, give me a call if you need anything.

NINA: How?

BUCK: What, don't you kids have cell phones? Jeez, I thought all you kids had 'em nowadays with all the texting and the... the MySpace, and... awww, I dunno. Well... I'll be back in less than an hour. But for now... me casa is... is you casa? I guess?

NINO: Tu. Tu casa. "Mi casa es tu casa."

BUCK: Oh, well look at that! That's... that's pretty great! Learn something new every day! Hey, maybe you could help Chicken Little with his Mutton homework? He's not really much with, you know, the foreign languages and all, so... Yeah...

NINO: ....What!?

BUCK: Well... Bye! Or... uhh... Adios! I gotta go! See you soon!

He leaves before we have a chance to say anything else.

NINO: Jeez, would you believe that guy? What a spaz!

NINA: He sort of saved us, Nin-er, Harry. We should be grateful.

NINO: I dunno, I think he's crazy. And probably hiding something. And also a douche.

NINA: Wow, you're in an uncharacteristically bad mood today.

NINO: That guy’s just... I don't know, Nina. He bugs me.

NINA: It's Annie as long as we're here. It's too late to change it now. I say we make the best of things. Maybe watch a little telly? Either way, I think we should wait for Buck to get back. He knows this town, and can help us out.

NINO: I don't like it. We've gotta do something, Annie. This town is kinda freaking me out.

>>537030
Don't worry nino. Buck's a good guy, err.. rooster.
He's just trying to help. As well as trying to do his best as a father.
Also, what did you mean by the town 'giving you the creeps'?

It's starting to sound like the entire town is being influenced, not just the mayor. Also, two major events are happening in 3 days... that's probably the time limit.

[Nino]
Ok, two questions for you.
1. How does this world feel as far as your abilities go?
2. Did it feel like you were 'dampened' when you were near Buck? Normally I'd say trust him but, I'm wondering what's up that you don't.

[Nina]
It might JUST be a hunch, but...Well, here's the story. Buck used to be married, but his wife passed away. And two years ago, his relationship with his son, Chicken Little, was really strained from that. Two years ago, that was overturned...But I'm thinking that possibly, the corruptive force is offering Buck the chance to get his wife back...The problem here, is that it would distort the story of this world. Normally I wouldn't think this, but I figure there's probably SOME reason Nino doesn't trust him-I'm thinking Nino might be getting the impression of a fast one being played on you guys, and there's no reason the corruption can't start 'cutting deals' with people, so to speak.

How could this town not give anyone the creeps? Just... just look at it!

You need to find Little. Fast.

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>>537046
>>537038
Well... Actually, this world feels pretty good. Not like the last few, but still pretty good. My joints are real supple, I bet I could squash and stretch pretty good!

But the people here are just so serious! I don't get it! This FEELS like a Toon world, but everyone acts like it isn't. And that's just kinda weird.

....And Buck is super-awkward and made some crack about my mom. And then he had to be all like "blah blah you casa blah blah." What an asshat!

Oh, my.... I hadn't even considered that. So... do you think that Nino's right not to trust him? He really seemed like he was trying to help.

>>537218
Little?

Oh, right, you mentioned a "Chicken Little." He's Buck's son, right? So, he should be in the back yard.

NINA: Do you want to check out the back yard?

NINO: Well... It's something to do. And the head-voices want us to talk to the kid, right?

NINA: Exactly.

We walk past the stairs, into the kitchen, and through a screen door into the backyard. Suddenly, five children drop whatever it was they were doing before we came outside and turn to stare at us. There's a huge pig boy, a fish with a helmet full of water, a duck girl with little ponytails, a fox girl with long, curly blonde hair, and a tiny little chicken boy with huge glasses. I'm assuming that that's Chicken Little.

CHICKEN LITTLE: Uhhh... Hi?

NINA: Oh, umm... Hello. Your dad invited us in.

The pig boy looks nervous.

???: Uhhh... Uhhhh.... I... don't think I've ever seen you around here before. Strange adults! Strange adults! We're all in danger!

The duck girl rolls her eyes and sighs.

???: Runt, relax, OK?

RUNT: Sorry! I'm really paranoid and have lots of social anxiety in awkward situations.

CHICKEN LITTLE: Look, Abby's right. My dad trusts them, right?

The fish gurgles happily and hops over to Nino, doing a strange, happy little dance.

NINO: So.... has anything strange been going on in town recently?

ABBY: Really? You're just going to ask us questions when you haven't introduced yourselves?

NINA: Right, sorry. My name is Annie Hooten, and this is my friend, Harry Harlow.

ABBY: Abby Mallard. These are Chicken Little, Runt of the Litter, Fish Out of Water, and Foxy Loxy.

NINO: Okay, we know each other. Anything weird happening?

RUNT: Yes!

NINA: Like what?

RUNT: Uhhh... Or no?

ABBY: Runt!

RUNT: SORRY! I'm really, really, really indecisive.

FOXY: My mother's been making a right spectacle of herself lately. Why, I can hardly show my face in public! But other than that, it's business as usual in Oakey Oaks.

CHICKEN LITTLE: Your mom being crazy isn't weird, Foxy.

FOXY: But she's been worse lately! Why, just last night she said she was going to Town Hall to intimidate the Mayor!

ABBY: Why the Mayor?

FOXY: She thinks she can make him force the aliens to... to... No, I can't say it, it's too horrible.

NINA: Please, Foxy? We're here to help.

FOXY: Well... My mother liked me better before... It's too weird. I can't tell... people who aren't from Oakey Oaks.

RUNT: Well, we like you just the way you are, Foxy!

He grabs her paw with one of his little hooves and kisses her on the forehead.

FOXY: Thanks, Runt.

NINA: Chicken Little... Has your dad been acting strange lately?

CHICKEN LITTLE: Strange? Like how?

NINO: Like... wrong. Just wrong.

CHICKEN LITTLE: Hmmm... No, same old dad.

ABBY: I haven't noticed anything either.

So, I think I'm starting to understand more of what's happening here. The kids obviously don't know that we know all about the aliens, but I suppose that's fine. I'm just not sure what to do now. And I'm also not sure what to make of what you said earlier about Buck. Chicken Little would have noticed if his father was corrupted... right? I'm just not sure what to do now.

These kids are pretty cool! Especially that fish dude! He just dances around while everyone else is being all dramatic and serious and stuff. He's my kind of guy! Too bad the grown-ups can't be more like that.

Hrrrum. Next person to check out would be Foxy Loxy's mother- I guess I started barking up the wrong tree there, woof, woof!
Seriously now, what the kids said about Roxy Loxy sounds consistant to someone that got corrupted, I think I had the right idea, only the wrong target-Roxy might be either compulsed or willingly going along with the corruption's schemes.

Nina & Nino 2013/09/15(Sun)12:49 No. 540672 ID: 02bd5c
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>>537936
NINA: We did run into your mother, and she was at town hall.

FOXY: Goodness gracious!

NINO: Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go talk to her!

FOXY: You really don't want to do that. My mom is really, really scary.

RUNT: She's right!

ABBY: But, Foxy... talking to her might help with whatever's going on. It's important to keep the lines of communication open, so...

FOXY: Thanks, but no thanks, Abby. I can't talk to her anymore.

NINO: Don't worry! We'll talk to her, and figure out what's going on!

NINA: Shouldn't we wait here for Buck? He'll wonder where we went.

NINO: No, we shouldn't. We should go talk to Foxy's mom right now!

NINA: So you're saying we run back to town hall right now and talk to her? That's stupid.

NINO: Maybe, but I can't think of anything better.

FOXY: We could always go to my house. She'll have to come home eventually.

CHICKEN LITTLE: And you probably don't want to bother her while she's talking to the mayor.

RUNT: She'd bite your faces off!

ABBY: And she'll probably have Goosey Loosey with her. She's stronger than she looks.

Hmm... So we could wait here for Buck, we could go to town hall and risk our necks, or we could go to Foxy's house. I do feel like waiting for Buck would be the sensible decision. He was kind enough to help us, and I'd hate to worry him. At the same time, we might not want to waste any time with this. Decisions, decisions.

I remember that mob Roxy had behind her. We want a 1 on 1 confrontation-she won't lose face in front of the townspeople that way, and won't have to 'stick to her guns' as a result. Sooo let's wait around a bit.
Come to think of it, this whole mess is over Foxy getting her brain scrambled, supposedly...But what's to say Foxy can't still play baseball like she used to? I mean, she was awesome at it at one point, as I recall...

Hurm, perhaps we can, at least, wait a while. Then see if Roxy is home later. Hopefully Buck will be back by then.

Nina & Nino 2013/09/16(Mon)17:35 No. 540803 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>540679
>>540681
NINA: Alright, then we definitely don't want to meet her at town hall. Why don't we just wait for Chicken Little's dad to come back, and then we'll head over to Foxy's mother's house and talk to her.

FOXY: You'd really... talk to her? You're crazy!

ABBY: No, they're not! Talking out your problems is the only way to solve them. It says so in Modern Mallard!

FOXY: I don't care what Modern Mallard has to say! I'm not talking to her.

RUNT: Stop it stop it stop it! You're tearing this family apart!

FOXY: ...Are you OK, Runt?

RUNT: Sorry, sorry... I just have a lot of anxiety when everyone's fighting like this…

ABBY: We weren't fighting, Runt.

CHICKEN LITTLE: Maybe we should all go talk to Foxy's mom! Safety in numbers, right?

NINO: I'm not sure that's a good idea.

CHICKEN LITTLE: Why not?

NINO: It might be dangerous! What if there's something wrong with her!?

NINA: Harry…

FOXY: He's right! If they want to risk their necks trying to talk sense into my momma, then let them. But I'm not going.

ABBY: Foxy…

Suddenly, from inside the house, we hear Buck's voice.

BUCK: Hey, everybody, guess who's home! ...Uhh, it's me! I'm home! Annie? Harry? Where are youse guys? Chicken Little? Kids?

CHICKEN LITTLE: We're out back, Dad!

ABBY: Great! Your dad can give us a ride to Foxy's mom's house!

FOXY: We're not going!

CHICKEN LITTLE: Yes, we are!

NINA: Well, come along if you like.

NINO: Annie, they can't!

NINA: Why not? It sounds like they're involved.

Ugh, why won't she listen to me! If Roxy's infected or corrupted or whatever, we don't want those kids going anywhere near her! This is cray!

What is wrong with Nino all of a sudden? If the children want to go, then that's up to them. Besides, I think they probably know the situation better than they do, especially since, as you said, Foxy is probably at the heart of the whole conflict.

But then, Foxy doesn't want to go…

So, what do we do?

???
I'm honestly kinda tempted to follow Nino's lead here. This seems like an arena he'd do well in...And honestly, I'm pretty much nearly out of ideas on how to handle this.

So split up. For safety!

goddamn why are you so large Nina

It would probably be best for Foxy not to come, as that would likely lead to a major confrontation before we know enough. Maybe some can come with us while others stay behind?

>>540865
It seems like everyone here is either huge or tiny, really.

Nina & Nino 2013/10/27(Sun)13:19 No. 545590 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>540865
I'm not large! This is all mostly feathers. I'm not quite used to it myself, and I suppose it is a little strange... But that's no reason to be rude!

>>540836
>>540967
NINA: Alright. I suppose if you don't want to, you don't have to go, Foxy.

FOXY: Thank you.

NINA: Would any of the rest of you still like to come?

ABBY: You know what? Forget it. If Foxy can't talk to her own mother, then there's no way any of us can get through to her.

FOXY: That's right!

CHICKEN LITTLE: Come on, everyone. Let's just go to Abby's house for some karaoke or something.

RUNT: YES! Karaoke! Never gonna give you up...

ABBY: No, no, no! Anything but that one!

The other children laugh, and they walk out of Buck's backyard without a care in the world.

Buck stands at the back door.

BUCK: Oh... Where are the kids?

NINA: They decided to go to Abby's house.

BUCK: Aww, man... I was gonna make 'em those little sandwiches. You know the ones, with the lettuce, and the... Well... I guess Abby's mom can take care of them. Sheesh...

He looks really disappointed.

Why are we standing here listening to this guy ramble on and on about friggin' sandwiches? This is ridiculous.

NINO: Hey, Buck, we were wondering if you could give us a ride to Roxy's house.

BUCK: What? Why would you want to go there? Do you two wanna get run outta town? Is that it? 'Cuz I'm sure she and her gang would be happy to do it. I mean, you saw the way those folks looked at you.

NINA: We really need to talk to her about Foxy. It's extremely important.

BUCK: Well... I sure hope you guys know what you're doing. I mean, I'm sure it's important and all, but come on...

NINO: Are you driving us there or not?

BUCK: Take it easy! Yeah, sure, okay, I'll drive you!

FINALLY! We get back in the car, and drive to a kinda weird house. It's all earth tones, with some grass on the roof. I guess it's supposed to be a fox den or something, but it's not really that cool. I just... Why is this world so freakin' annoying? It seems like it's supposed to be fun, right?

BUCK: Alright, this is the place. Do you... do you need me to come with you? Because, you know, Roxy knows me better than she knows you, we went to school together. She won't listen to me, but, you know... moral support? Safety in numbers?

NINO: Nah, we're good.

NINA: Thanks for the offer, Buck, but I think we'll be fine.

BUCK: Alright. I'll just... I'll just drive over to the corner, then. I mean, it's not like I'm scared she'll see me or anything, but... Well, maybe I'm a little scared. When you're done here, I'll give you a lift back to the house.

NINA: Thanks!

NINO: ....Sure.

He waves and drives away. Great! I thought he'd never shut up!

We go to the door, and Nina knocks.

NINA: Ms. Loxy? Are you home?

I can hear her in there, her footsteps getting louder as she approaches the door.

Oh, goodness. What do we say? What if she's angry? I'm really not sure how to handle this situation.

I'm not sure Roxy's the kinda lady to appreciate a good burla. But there has to be something we can do to make this whole situation just go away or something? Honestly, I'm still not entirely sure what we're supposed to be doing.

Firstly, butts.

Secondly, I would be cautious, she might come out swinging a shovel or something wildly 'cause she seems kinda nuts. Maybe try and fain concern over her daughter, maybe lie about how you think her behavior is not normal (Even though it is), how the aliens seem like a bad thing etc (they are not they just like acorns, the nuts not the baseball team. Basically her daughter used to be a bitch and got turned into a nice girl via teleportation when they were looking for their own kid who accidentally got left behind when collecting acorns, it was for the best).

Thirdly, butts.

Also cheer up Neno, humor in this world works via people who are horribly socially awkward, so that is why it is different, and why Chicken Little's dad is so friggen terrible at talking and manages to say the wrong thing every time. (It doesn't use that much slapstick as far as my knowledge serves).

Lastly, jiggly butts.

>>545859
> terrible mother produces a spiteful hellspawn who makes everyone's lives miserable
> aliens fix that by accident
> terrible mother can't deal w/it

She probably feels guilty like she made her daughter be a bad person or something. That Foxy turned a 180 in personality just makes Ms. Loxy feel guiltier, because she can't just blame a bad nature in her child.

Which is all sort of foolish because good mothers raise bad children all the time. What happened to Foxy was not natural, even if it turned out for the best. Before that Foxy may indeed have been a "bad seed" so to speak, not to take culpability away from her mother, who really is a terrible mother.

So, lets review the leads we have seen. Roxy has been hostile so far, and is possibly influenced but possibly just a jerk who is upset for kind of understandable reasons. The other lead is the mayor's guards, who appear to be controlling what he says through signs, possibly due to influence or possibly due to being Men-In-Black types in a cover-up operation. Since we are here, we should try to get her help in investigating the mayor by telling a story close to the truth.

Tell her that she was correct in noticing that we are not who we said. 'Explain' that we are not from this world, but are not associated with the aliens she is familiar with and are in fact investigating this incident. In particular we are looking for a shape-changing criminal who is known for seemingly senseless acts of malice, and who we believe to be hiding in the area, possibly in disguise among the regular aliens. We should say that since she noticed who we are she might have noticed other evidence that might in our investigation, and ask if she is willing to share any. If she asks about the mind scrambling, say that the reports he have heard said it was accidental but we have not yet ruled out the criminal being involved in some way. In particular we should ask what she has noticed about the strange recent behavior of the mayor and his guards.

Nina & Nino 2013/10/30(Wed)23:40 No. 546085 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>545859
...Excuse me? I... I don't understand why... Why would you...? Just... So improper... You are making me extremely uncomfortable.

Ha! Hahaha! You said "Butts!" Dude, I think I love you.

Huh. Socially awkward? I've never been socially awkward in my life! I'm too smoooooth! So... are you saying that, in this world, I'm... I'm... NOT FUNNY!? I... I don't think I can handle that...

NO! I have to try! I WILL be socially awkward, even if it kills me!

...Well, maybe not if it kills me.

Suddenly, Roxy swings the door open, staring down at us.

ROXY: Oh. Hello, Annie. Harry. What brings you two here? I thought you left with Buck.

ANNIE: Oh, yes, well... we did. But we happened to meet your daughter there, and...

ROXY: Of course. Come inside.

She gestures into a pleasant, but slightly dark living room, with baseball paraphernalia all over the walls.

ROXY: Have a seat.

She seats herself in a large armchair, and we sit across the room from her on a sofa.

ROXY: Make yourselves at home. I have some lemonade in the fridge if you want some.

NINO: Yes! I'm super-thirsty! Go get it!

What? Why is he being so rude? I nudge him subtly as Roxy gives him a pained expression and heads to the kitchen. He just looks at me and shrugs, whispering:

NINO: Gotta be socially awkward!

NINA: This is neither the time, nor the place.

If I don't do something funny I'm gonna go BANANAS!

Ha! Bananas! Like... like a monkey! With bananas!

Roxy comes back into the room with two tall, cold glasses of lemonade and gives them to me and Nina.

ROXY: So, I take it that you saw the sorts of children that my daughter has been associating with.

NINA: Oh, well... Yes.

ROXY: Isn't it just disgraceful? Sure, the town loved them after the whole alien thing happened, but they're basically pariahs at Foxy's school. And now she's one of them.

Jeez, what a bitch!

NINA: Yes... Her behavior does seem rather... strange. We think it's just terrible what those aliens did to her mind.

NINO: Oh, uhhh... yeah! She was a total pro at baseball, so... it's so... sad that she wears old dresses and acts all southern and stuff. What a waste. Uhh... yeah.

ROXY: So glad you understand. Nice to know that someone's on my side.

NINA: Oh, Ms. Loxy, the whole town is on your side! Even outsiders like Harry and I can see that.

ROXY: I guess you're right. Well, it's nice to have two more, anyway. I'm sure we'll get the mayor to force the aliens to turn Foxy back into Foxy.

NINA: And just how are we going to do that?

ROXY: Oh? I thought I already made my plan perfectly clear. Three days from now, the aliens are going to have their annual acorn harvest here in Oakey Oaks. They'll probably stop by to visit Buck, like they do every year, and maybe do some shopping around town. When they come, I plan to have every reporter in the county here to get it all on national television, unless the mayor does the sensible thing between now and then and gives in to our demands. That's why I haven't called them yet... But it isn't like they have anything better to do than come the second I call.

NINA: And if the mayor does give in?

ROXY: Then we, as a town, band together and take the aliens hostage the second they step out of their ship. Their guard will be down, and they won't have any means of communication on them--that's all in the ship. We refuse to let them go until they turn my daughter back.

NINA: How easy do you think they'll be to convince?

ROXY: Easy enough. Without their big fancy weapons, they'll be helpless. And it gets better--they've got a little kid, too. Threaten the kid, and the parents will fall in line quick enough.

NINO: Threaten the kid? Doesn't that sound kinda harsh?

ROXY: Harsh? Hardly. They took my daughter from me, so why should I care about their brat? And besides, we wouldn't really hurt it. But they sure as hell aren't going to call our bluff.

She leans back in her chair, sighing.

ROXY: Of course, if we fail, the town will be ruined, I know that. Those reporters certainly won't help Oakey Oaks at all. But it was the only threat big enough to get the mayor involved, and besides... I don't care. I have nothing left to lose. I... I just want my daughter back.

This bitch is coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs! What the hell are we supposed to do? I mean, sure, we figured out what her plan is, and I guess we should maybe save the town or something? But then, maybe the whole getting-lots-of-outsiders-here thing would be good for Oakey Oaks. But... I dunno, it sounds kinda like a big deal in this stupid, awkward, weird-ass world.

I don't know what to do. I feel really bad for Roxy, but... Foxy seems happy. And Roxy did seem a bit unpleasant about Foxy's friends. They all seemed like decent kids to me. A bit strange, maybe, but... Oh, I don't know. Who are we supposed to even be saving here? Roxy? Foxy? The town? The aliens? I... I'm so confused.

And whoever we're supposed to save... How are we going to do it?

>>546077
Your suggestion couldn't be included. Sorry, post was written many hours ago, and drawing took forever for this one.

You can't try to be socially awkward you- it- uggggh

hyuuuuu~

I guess the question is where do we stand on this...

Here's my take on this... Oakey Oats being a small town is not a bad thing, just a different thing. Same with having aliens there. That to me, is sort of the point of that small group of friends- they stick together DESPITE not going with the herd that the rest of the town becomes sometimes. It's a question of bending to peer pressure versus doing what works for you/being who you are...I think.

>>546085
Oh god...
Look guys, in a strange, twisted way. She really does want to get her 'old' Foxy back. Except, from what we can remember, Foxy's old personality. Was kind of... well, you know that kind of alpha bitch in most stereotypical high schools, with all the friends and the center of attention. Who picks on the losers? That was foxy. I'm thinking that loxy was teaching foxy to do whatever it takes to get to the top. Even if she has to use others as stepping stones to do it.
And Nino: J-Just stop. If I had a face, I would have a broken and bloody nose from PUNCHING myself by now.

(Ohgoddamnitshitfuck, I thought Roxy was Loxy and Loxy was Foxy and FoxyLoxyRoxyGODDAMNIT! Just imagine I said their names right.)

Nina & Nino 2013/10/31(Thu)18:00 No. 546160 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>546087
But... But... But I GOTTA be funny! I just GOTTA! If I'm not funny, then what the fuck good am I!?

I guess you're right, though... being socially awkward is haaaarrd....

>>546097
Oh, yeah? Well... Well... Fuck you, too, Buddy!

I guess you're right. She does love her daughter. Who are we to judge something like that? Maybe... Maybe we should help her after all.

NINA: So, what exactly are we supposed to do?

ROXY: We continue to picket daily until the game against Spud Valley. If the Mayor gives in, we meet up at the Spud Valley game and wait until nightfall, when the aliens arrive. If he doesn't, then I have some phone calls to make that evening.

NINA: Right. Got it. Thank you, Ms. Loxy, it's been a pleasure speaking to you.

ROXY: Anytime. I'll see you two around.

She rises and moves towards the door, gesturing for us to go outside.

Phew! We're finally outta there! And she didn't kill us after all!

NINA: So, Harry, I've been thinking... Maybe we're supposed to help Roxy get her daughter back?

NINO: What!? But we met Foxy! She seemed happy!

NINA: Yes, but... Well, you heard the head-voices. Roxy wants her daughter back. Maybe that's what's wrong here. Maybe we need to get the old Foxy Loxy back.

NINO: Why the fuck would we do something like that?

NINA: Well... Splitting up families seems like something our enemy would do, right?

NINO: But, Nina, that happened two years ago. If that were the problem, something would have gone really wrong by now.

NINA: Maybe you're right. But I can't think of anything else. Do you have any better suggestions?

NINO: Well, maybe we should just let the press get here. It might be good for this little podunk town after all!

>>546094
NINA: Come on, Harry... There's nothing wrong with Oakey Oaks. And it's like Roxy said, I don't think anyone would be happy if this sweet little town turned into some sort of gaudy tourist-trap.

NINO: Okay, okay, maybe you're right. But we gotta do SOMETHING!

NINA: We help Roxy. She's the only person who's given us any sort of direction since we've come here.

NINO: Really? I thought you were "Team Buck" all the way!

NINA: Buck has been incredibly kind, and he did save us earlier. But he hasn't exactly given us any real ideas.

NINO: I really don't think we're supposed to do what she says. She wants to kidnap some alien kid!

NINA: She's bluffing, and she's desperate.

NINO: Yeah, but she's totally CRAZY!

NINA: Maybe. But... She just misses her daughter. And besides, it's not like you have any better ideas.

NINO: I don't. But the head-voices might. We should just wait for them to tell us what to do.

NINA: They haven't given us much direction in this world.

NINO: Well, no.... But, I dunno, I think we're out of ideas.

NINA: Too right. I suppose we'll just have to side with Roxy, then. As I said.

NINO: NO! We. Wait. For. Suggestions.

Buck is waiting at the corner, and we walk towards the car in silence.

Nino isn't thinking clearly at all. We can't wait forever. We're going to have to come to a decision sooner or later, and it seems to me that you voices have already ruled out the possibility of letting Roxy call the journalists, and you clearly understand that she loves her daughter. Please make him see reason!

Come on, guys, Nina's lost it! She's just as crazy as Psycho-Bitch-McFox back there! We can't help her, we've gotta find some other way to fix this world... Whatever's wrong with it.... Ugh, whatever happened to the good old days where we could just fight zombies and I could get laid and life was simple and stuff?

>>546160
Look, guys,please don't fight! We really do want to help you, we're doing our best.
W-We just...
We really do care guys, we're thinking of actions and consequenses and all that and...
A-And we're trying our best to form a plan! But if something goes wrong and one of you gets hurt or-
Nina? Remember when you were disfigured? Saving Nino? I was... Scared! Scared that you were so hurt! In so much pain! And don't think I forgot about you nino! You're a funny guy! Why I bet you could be great one day! Have your own show! W-What I'm saying is. We really care guys. Even if the other head voices don't say so, We really do. Please guys don't fight. Mark my words, we'll come up with a plan yet!
(Oh god, we need a plan now!)

[Nino]
I know right!? This feels like we're on a wild goose chase! Fix the daughter or fix the mother or fix the town or what is even up!?
[Nino&Nina]
I really don't know WHAT gives, but...Hrrrm.
Ok, Foxy's deal is that she like, got her brain scrambled from...AH! Mass alien abducting in them searching for their son...
And Roxy was thinking of triggering that again!?!
Okay. So, if I understand this right...And judging by how this particular world works...I think it's mainly that Roxy and Foxy don't get along anymore because Foxy went from 'prom queen' to 'weirdo', and somewhere in there Foxy got off playing on the baseball team.
BECAUSE of this, that made things really tense between Roxy and Foxy-it's not just 'oh I can't connect with my daughter anymore', there's a side of 'noooo we're gonna lose to the Spuds and it's all because of her!' and that's making things worse!
So...Here's what I think. Talk to Roxy, ask her if it's really the upcoming game as well as Foxy's changes weighing on her mind, and try and help her through that, somehow? If that doesn't work, we could also talk to Foxy and try to see why she quit baseball-last i recall she was REALLY good-like straight home-run record good.
Sooo those two things we can try, for now. HOPEFULLY if that doesn't deal with it, it will at least get us closer to finding out just what we're actually supposed to be doing.

We are in a bit of trouble for ideas, but we do have three days to investigate things. Finding some way to reconcile Foxy and Roxy is almost certainly part of this, but first I am kind of tempted to suggest we investigate the mayor in the meanwhile because those sign holding guards are really suspicious.
As for a plan about Roxy and Foxy, I am starting to form an idea about how to approach that. I think we might be able to make an argument about how we were thinking about how bad it was that Foxy's personality was rearranged against her will, but making the aliens try to reverse the process would essentially be doing the same thing to her again. What happened to Foxy wasn't fair then, but would re-changing be any more fair to the Foxy who is here now?

...You know, while there is an actual disagreement at hand, I find it notable how it has gotten quite severe quite quickly, much like all the disagreements we have seen among the natives. They are similarly caused by a complex and emotional situation, but I have to wonder if a certain something is subtly amplifying every conflict around here. (Perhaps we could ask the kids if they have noticed a recent increase in number or severity of arguments?)

Hey, maybe we should end all doubt and ask the spirits for help.

1/2 Nina & Nino 2013/11/02(Sat)15:07 No. 546387 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>546165
Wow... I guess I never really thought about it like that. You guys really do care, huh? And what the hell am I doing getting so mad at Nina? If it weren't for her, I'd be super-dead by now.

You're right. We need to stop bickering. Thank you for always having our best interests in mind.

NINA: I'm sorry, Ni... Harry. You're right, we shouldn't just latch on to the first idea to come our way. We have three days to figure things out.

NINO: I'm sorry, too. And I'm sorry I called you a psycho bitch.

NINA: That's alright, I... Wait, you never called me any such thing!

NINO: Oh... Well, I was thinking it. Sorry.

>>546188
NINA: What if the head-voices are right? What if it is our enemy that is making us fight like this?

NINO: Yeah, they might be on to something there!

>>546167
NINO: So, what's the plan?

NINA: We go back and talk to Roxy again...

NINO: Won't that seem weird? We just left!

NINA: Desperate times call for desperate measures. Then, we find Foxy and her friends and talk to them.

NINO: Only if talking to Roxy doesn't work?

NINA: Even if it does, we can ask them about the arguments, as the head-voices suggested.

NINO: Oh, OK!

Whooo! It feels SO good to have a plan! Feels like everything's back to normal! Well, as normal as stuff ever is for us...

We turn around and walk back to Roxy's house, knocking on the door again. She opens it, confused.

ROXY: Oh, well... Hello again, you two! Did you forget something?

NINA: No.

NINO: Yes.

NINA: Well, yes and no. We didn't leave anything here, but there was something else we wanted to ask you about.

ROXY: Oh, I guess that makes sense. Come in.

We sit back down on the sofa.

NINA: Well, about the Spud Valley game...

ROXY: Yes... I'm really not looking forward to it.

NINO: Huh? Why not? I thought you were super-jazzed for baseball!

ROXY: I am! But, Harry, you're an Acorns fan. You understand that... that crushing disappointment that comes from losing, especially to the Taters.

TATERS? Waitaminute waitaminute waitaminute... The big, bad team the Acorns are so afraid of is called the TATERS!? Oh. My. GOD! That's just... that's just priceless! Why can't I stop laughing?

ROXY: What's so funny?

NINO: TATERS!

ROXY: I don't see anything particularly funny about the Spud Valley Taters. You know they've been our rivals for years, and that they aren't a joke. You act as though you've never heard of them before.

Her eyebrow raises, her entire appearance suddenly becoming guarded. Stiff upper lip, Nino, please! If he cannot control himself, our alibis will completely fall apart!

NINO: No, no, it's not that... I just... Those guys are such stupid bums. Sure, they're tough, but the Acorns'll take 'em. If they're not a joke yet, they WILL be after the big game!

She sighs, at ease once more. Jolly good save!

Phew! That was CLOSE!

ROXY: I wish I could be as confident as you, Harry, I really wish I could. But you know the team hasn't been the same since Foxy...

NINA: We know. But, Ms. Loxy, isn't that part of the problem?

She suddenly snaps to attention, her eyes narrowing. What did I say?

ROXY: What do you mean?

NINA: Well... You love the game. You're a passionate fan. I understand that it hurts to see your team lose. Since your daughter was the Acorns' best player, they've been losing a lot more often lately, right?

ROXY: ...That's true... Just what are you getting at?

NINA: What I mean to say is... Could it be that part of the reason that you're so upset about Foxy's... behavior... is that you've had to watch your favorite team suffer for it?

ROXY: The Acorns' decline has been hard to watch, yes. But, Annie, that isn't half of it. You really don't understand, do you? She's my DAUGHTER. I LOVE her. I MISS her. She isn't the same little girl she used to be, and it's killing me. Yeah, I'm the biggest baseball fan there is. But this isn't even about baseball, Annie. This is about getting my baby girl back.

NINO: Are you sure?

NINA: Harry...

ROXY: Sure? About what?

NINO: That this isn't about baseball? I mean, she IS your daughter. She's still your daughter, right? But you've been talking about her like she's dead. She's not dead. Actually, I think she looked just fine.

ROXY: She may as well be dead! Sure, she SEEMS fine, but she isn't herself anymore!

NINO: I get it, I really do, and it's not fair that what happened happened. But... But if you make the aliens change her back, then wouldn't you be losing your daughter all over again? She's someone new, now. Why do you want to kill the new Foxy?

ROXY: That is NOT my daughter. My daughter was tough, a champion. She was confident, and well-liked. She was a good student, a great athlete, and an even better daughter. She was everything a mother could ask for, and we used to have so much in common. Now, I can't even talk to her. She's become some silly little girly-girl. She spends all her time with that pig and those other kids, and she's turned her back on everything she used to love... And me, too. Whoever that girl is, she isn't my daughter, and I don't care what happens to her. I just want MY daughter back.

NINO: What if you could talk to her? What would you say?

ROXY: We have nothing to talk about.

NINO: Bullshit. What would you say?

ROXY: I guess... I guess I'd ask her why... Why she can't just be the girl she used to be. I'd ask her why she can't just change back by herself. I'd ask her if Foxy, my Foxy, was still in there somewhere. I'd.... Wait. Why the HELL am I telling you this!? You can't talk to me like that in MY house! Out! Out, both of you!

NINA: But, Ms. Loxy, we're on your side! We're just asking...

ROXY: I don't care if you're on my side, or the aliens' side, or the goddamn Prime Minister of Japan's side! I want you OUT of my house! And if you don't get out of my house right now, I'm calling the fucking cops!

Quickly, Nino and I run for the door and down the street, and right into Buck's car.

BUCK: Whoa, whoa, whoa! What happened? I saw you come out, go back in, and now you're running like there's a fire!

NINA: We just had to ask her a few things, it isn't a big deal.

NINO: She threatened to call the cops!

NINA: Yes, well... You were rather disrespectful...

NINO: Annie, she needed to hear it.

NINA: ...Maybe.

BUCK: Well, is there anything I can do to help? I mean, I know the cops in this town. They're great guys! Lots o' fun. Love them some coffee. Used to play baseball with some of them. If you need me to explain anything to them, I could...

NINA: I don't think that's necessary, Buck, but thank you. You could do us one rather important favor, though.

BUCK: Say, anything you want! I mean, you know, within reason. Because, like, I'm not sure it's really possible to promise ANYTHING anything. Like, if you wanted me to drive you to the airport, that's one thing, but I'm not going to balance little cakes on my head for your amusement. Because that would be silly. And I'm not sure I have any little cakes. And...

NINO: FOR FUCK'S SAKE, DUDE! WE JUST WANT TO GO TO ABBY MALLARD'S HOUSE!

NINA: Harry!

BUCK: Well... Gosh... I... Why didn't you just say so? I mean... Yeesh, sure I could do that, sure. I... I didn't know I was bothering you. I... Uhh... I'll just drive.

We drive the rest of the way in silence. Nino really IS in a foul mood. Poor Buck, he was only trying to help.

I don't know what came over me, I just... He just... He's like the thing that wouldn't shut up! I... I feel like a douche.

2/2 Nina & Nino 2013/11/02(Sat)15:08 No. 546388 ID: 2ae1fb
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We pull up to a house decorated with a pattern that looks a bit like cat-tails, with small ponds all around the front yard.

BUCK: I'll... Uhh... I'll just wait here for you. If, you know, if you want me to.

NINA: It really is kind of you to do all these things for us Buck. I really do appreciate it.

NINO: ....Yeah. Sorry I kinda blew up at you.

BUCK: No... No, it was my fault. Don't worry about it.

We knock on the door, and Abby opens it.

ABBY: Oh, hey! Guys! It's Annie and Harry! They must have talked to Foxy's mom!

Suddenly, Abby grabs us by the hands and pulls us inside, shutting the door. She ushers us into the living room, where a large telly is displaying the lyrics to some song that I'm not familiar with. Runt is holding a microphone, but is silent, staring at us. All of the children seem to have frozen in place, waiting to hear what we have to say.

FOXY: Oh, thank heavens! Y'all are alive! I was worried she'd gobble you up!

CHICKEN LITTLE: Oh, come on, Foxy, you're mom isn't a cannibal!

RUNT: Technically, cannibals only eat members of their own species... And Annie's an owl, and Harry's a monkey, and owls and monkeys aren't the same species as foxes.

ABBY: I think you missed the point, Runt.

FOXY: What did my momma say?

NINO: She's crazy, alright!

FOXY: I knew it!

NINA: But what's important, here, is that we need to ask you some questions.

FOXY: Oh... umm... alright.

NINA: Have any of you noticed that there have been more arguments in Oakey Oaks lately?

RUNT: I haven't noticed any.

CHICKEN LITTLE: What are you talking about, Runt? Everyone's been at each other's throats!

RUNT: Well... I dunno about that... Everyone seems normal to me...

CHICKEN LITTLE: That's because you've been too busy listening to your old Spice Girls CDs to notice anything!

Abby just shakes her head and shrugs.

ABBY: I think that answers your question.

RUNT: Oh, no! Sorry, sorry, sorry!

CHICKEN LITTLE: I didn't mean it, Runt.

RUNT: We're good.

NINO: Also... Foxy, I'm curious... You used to love baseball. And you were really, really good at it! So... why did you stop playing? You can still play, right?

She just shrugs.

FOXY: I don't know. I haven't tried. I guess I still could.

NINO: Then, why don't you? It would solve a lot of problems.

FOXY: I just don't want to. It doesn't sound like fun anymore. It's just so... so boring! A lot of running around, and sweating, and for what? I mean, sure, trophies are nice and shiny, but... I'd rather play with my friends! And sing, and dance! And I don't want to wear those hideous, tacky uniforms anymore.

ABBY: Well... she does have a point, there. Those uniforms are pretty lame.

RUNT: Besides, she shouldn’t have to do anything she doesn't want to do!

He crosses his tiny arms and makes the most determined-looking face I think he's ever made.

NINA: I agree, but Foxy... I think that that's part of why your mother is so upset. She doesn't understand, and she thinks that you aren't you anymore.

FOXY: But I am me! I'm a better me! The old me was horrible!

CHICKEN LITTLE: She's right!

ABBY: She was a bully.

RUNT: She used to say hurtful things to us all of the time!

CHICKEN LITTLE: She and Goosey Loosey used to beat me up!

FOXY: I'm sorry...

ABBY: Don't be! You're different now.

RUNT: And I love you just the way you are, Foxy!

FOXY: Awww, Runt, you're so sweet!

NINA: I understand all of that. But she doesn't understand why you don't love the same things you used to. I think she's scared.

FOXY: I don't understand it either, but this is who I am now. And my momma's never been afraid of anything in her whole life.

NINA: You're wrong. She's scared that she's lost you.

NINO: She thinks you don't care about her anymore.

FOXY: I... Well, I never! That's a lie! She doesn't care about me! If she did, maybe she'd still treat me like she used to. But she doesn't talk to me anymore. She doesn't care, and she doesn't want to hear how I feel. So, we don't talk, and it's not my fault.

RUNT: No one blames you, Foxy.

ABBY: You can talk to us, Foxy!

CHICKEN LITTLE: Cheer up!

Well, this is a cluster-fuck. They won't talk, and they won't listen. And between the baseball-nazis and Foxy's gang, they've been totally convinced that they're right. But I gotta say, I agree with Foxy. Her mom's a complete bitch! From the sounds of it, turning Foxy back is the stupidest thing ever. We have to do something... But first, we gotta eat something. I haven't eaten since breakfast, and lunch time was like an hour and a half ago!

What do we do? What do we say? They're both hurting so much. Foxy can't even understand that her mother is hurting, too. I doubt she's even considered the possibility. I mean, it sounds as though the old Foxy had many flaws, you've all told us much the same thing... But her mother painted a completely different picture. And the new Foxy isn't perfect, either. I'm so conflicted, and I wish this whole thing were less complicated.

And I'm STILL not sure what any of this has to do with saving the world.

>>546388
We really need a plan here... hurm, why don't we grab some lunch? Maybe a bit of food will help us think of...
Of something. Do you still have the bucket Uncle Remus gave you, Nina? Or does Nino have it.

Hrrrm... Most confounding!
Even IF we're beyond the reach of this world, this is an ethical quandary enough to even get to us!
Something that might be a good idea is to try to step back, calm down and think carefully before speaking.
Now, we have two individuals who are...
Hrrrm...
CRAZY THOUGHT HERE!!!
Has Foxy TRULY changed? I do think that while her interests have changed, she's still Foxy, underneath them!
I think the issue is that her and her mother is too hung up on the differences!
Like how Chicken little is more of an intellectual person while Buck is/was a jock! But it's not the differences that we should focus on! Whether you're girly or a tomboy, a nerd or a jock, a Toon or a Witch! When you get down to it, you're there for each other! Mother and Daughter, Father and Son, or even Best Friends!

I again suggest we use that spirit-contacting spell so we know exactly what we're supposed to be doing here. We need to know who our enemies are.

As for saving the world, my guess would be that the main disaster happens when Roxy's group attacks the aliens, things escalate, and things go in one of many possible unpleasant direction from there. So I think our general goal is probably to prevent that from happening, though reconciling Foxy and Roxy is still probably the best way to do so if we can manage it.

Firstly, (again) butts.

Secondly, I don't know why you get uncomfortable when I say butts, you have a very cute one when you are human :P.

Thirdly, cute butts.

Fourth, I have a plan guys, first, get Nino to wear tinfoil on his head (like a nut) and call the media prematurely about the aliens and basically act like a nut spouting horrible conspiracy theories (Dale Gribble level of conspiracy theories, Neno I am sure you have heard of him). Basically remove all reliability from anyone claiming there are aliens by being 'the boy who cried wolf'. Then while Neno is doing that, Nina could be trying to patch things up between the mother and daughter, seeing as that seems to be the main visible problem, outside of the increased arguments, and the cause of those arguments will probably become apparent through that discussion. I would suggest getting Buck in on it and bring up the 'he was a jock but Chicken Little is a brainer and he is okay with it' angle, as well as the other kids and how she used to beat on them and she never had any real friends etc.

Fifth, bu-bu-bu-butts!

Sixth, I know that people get hung up on things, but the Dogs that are the mayors secret service have cue-cards are not some sort of insidious group with mallevolent intent, turkeys are just that DUMB. He NEEDS to be helped out like that. (It was a joke from the movie).

Butts, butts, butts, butts, butts, butts, jiggly (again) butts.

Nina & Nino 2013/11/03(Sun)20:16 No. 546575 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>546440
Aww, thanks! I mean, I KNOW I do, but it's nice to get a compliment every once in a while! I don't get uncomfortable, though. I think it's hilarious!

Oh... That wasn't directed at me, was it? Oh, well.

That tinfoil hat idea is BRILLIANT! Super-funny! Only... I don't know have the reporters' numbers like Roxy does, and she probably wouldn't give them to me. So... I guess that kinda rules that out.

......No. No, that's it. I won't stand for it. I'm not going to stand here and be harassed by voices in my head. I told you that I was uncomfortable, and yet you continue to behave in such a rude manner. If it doesn't stop, I'm through listening to you lot. Disgusting perverts! What sort of girl do you think I am, anyway?

Whoa... Nina looks really upset... I think she might actually cry...

ABBY: Hey... Annie? Are you alright?

NINA: Me? Never better. Why do you ask?

ABBY: You just look pretty upset.

>>546392
NINA: Yes, well... I just... Harry and I were wondering if you would mind terribly if we used your kitchen. We brought our own food, but we're terribly hungry, and would like somewhere to eat it.

ABBY: Sure! It's right through there.

NINO: Thanks!

We go into the kitchen, and the children resume their karaoke. I don't think they can hear us.

Dude, is that ABBA!? These kids are cool!

We open the pail that Uncle Remus packed. This is delicious! It's quite a lot of food, but between the two of us, we manage to finish it all.

Uncle Remus is the best cook ever. I wonder if we could hit him up for food all the time? Don't wanna be rude or anything, but that was AWESOME!

I throw the empty milk bottles, the handkerchiefs, and the bucket into my bag. I don't really know what else to do with them, and I don't want to leave a mess for Abby or her parents to deal with.

Nina was really quiet for the whole meal. Like, more than normal quiet. Kinda shaky, too. Jeez, overreaction much?

NINO: Are you okay?

NINA: I'm fine, I just... I feel a little ill.

NINO: From the food?

NINA: No... But the head-voices have become rather offensive. This was just the last straw, after that comment about my feathers. Isn't it mad? Being… harassed in such a manner by the voices in your own head? I... I don't know if I can continue taking advice from voices that clearly don't respect me.

NINO: Annie, chill! They were just joking! And besides, we kinda need their help.

NINA: You don't get it. You don't get it at all.

NINO: No, I really don't.

NINA: You'd probably enjoy it if they made some sort of disrespectful comment about your body.

NINO: It was a compliment! Embrace it, girlfriend!

NINA: NO! I don't want that sort of compliment. I just feel... violated.

NINO: We'll worry about that later, OK? Right now, we gotta come up with a plan. Can we just focus on the other things the voices said, please?

NINA: I guess... I guess you're right. I'm completely overreacting, aren't I? Stiff upper lip!

NINO: Exactly! Try to think about the nice things they've said!

>>546420
NINO: Like, we don't understand each other all the time, I get it. But, you know something? With all we've been through together? I think the head-voices might be right. We DO need to stick together! You get on my nerves sometimes, with your boring stick-in-the-mud prudish prim-and-proper act, but you know what? I think you might be one of my best friends, Nina.

NINA: Annie.

NINO: Seriously? You're just gonna be like that? I know, yeah, alibis, whatever. But no one can hear us, and you just completely ruined the mood.

NINA: Sorry, but I'd rather not be run out of town.

NINO: Whatever, Annie, whatever. And, hey, you were talking about the head-voices OUT LOUD just a minute ago! But I meant what I said.

NINA: I guess... I guess you're right. It's just....

NINO: What? What's wrong?

NINA: I mean... I've never had a... A "best friend" before. I mean, I had friends at school, but they all got jobs, or moved to London, or off to uni. I haven't spoken to any of them since graduation, and I'm sure none of them miss me much. I don't particularly miss them.

NINO: Dude, harsh!

NINA: No, not at all! I just... I was fine by myself. And I wasn't really alone; I had gran.

NINO: Yeah, well, you've got a best friend now, so deal with it.

NINA: I guess I have.

He breaks out in a huge grin and spreads his tiny monkey-arms wide.

NINO: Come on, Annie! Don't leave me hanging!

Oh, Nino... He's so silly. But I suppose it would be rude not to humor him. He means well.

Dude! She hugged me back, no way! I was totally expecting her to just shake her head at me!

NINA: Alright, then. That's quite enough of that.

Same old Nina! But she's right. It's plan time!

>>546427
NINO: So, we get Foxy and Roxy to talk, right?

NINA: You make it sound so simple!

NINO: Well, one of the head-voices seemed to think that Buck could help.

NINA: Oh, that's right! We should get him involved.

NINO: I'm not sure how he'll be able to help. He's super awkward!

NINA: Yes, but he means well. And I think he may be able to speak to Roxy better than we can at this point.

NINO: What about Foxy's friends?

NINA: If they want to come along, absolutely. I think they may help our chances. But either way, the most important part is to get Foxy and Roxy talking again.

>>546423
The last time I used that spell, it didn't go very well. But it might be worth a try. It worked in Prydain, right?

NINA: There's just one more thing I want to do before we talk to the kids again, Nino.

NINO: Alright. I'll wait.

NINA: Serpents and spiders, tail of a rat; call in the spirits, wherever they're at. Rap on a table; it's time to respond. Send us a message from somewhere beyond. Goblins and ghoulies from last Halloween: awaken the spirits with your tambourine. Creepies and crawlies, toads in a pond; let there be music, from regions beyond! Wizards and witches, wherever you dwell, give us a hint, by ringing a bell!

This vision is... strange. I see a movie theater, nearly empty. On a small stage in front of the screen stands Chicken Little and Buck. Buck is pulling on Chicken Little's hand, and then they suddenly look up at something past my head. Chicken Little pulls his hand out of his father's grip, and suddenly, I can hear them, as well.

CHICKEN LITTLE: You're never there for me!

BUCK: What?

I can hear Abby's voice from somewhere far away, but it's clear that the spirits want me to focus on what is happening on stage.

CHICKEN LITTLE: You're never there for me. I mean, you were there when I won the big game, but not when I thought the sky fell, and not at the ball field, and certainly not now! You... You've been ashamed of me ever since the acorn thing happened, and we have to talk about it, because Modern Mallard says avoiding closure can lead to molting, and I'm already small, and on top of that I don't think I could handle being bald!

I wish I had some idea of what on earth they were talking about! This vision is one of the clearest I've ever had, though, almost like the visions that Uncle Remus made.

BUCK: I... I... I... Didn't realize, Son. I... I... I never meant to... The acorn, the sky, I mean, the whole...

He sighs helplessly, seemingly lost for words.

BUCK: You're right. You're right! Hm. You.. Your mom. She... She was, you know. She was always good with stuff like this. Me? Ha! I'm gonna need a lotta work. But you need to know that I love you, no matter what. And I... And I'm sorry I... And I'm sorry I ever made you feel like that was something... you had to earn.

Buck wraps Chicken Little in his huge arms and lifts him up, and the two embrace... And the vision ends.

NINA: Well... that was strange.

NINO: What did you see?

NINA: Chicken Little and his dad. They were... I don't know.

NINO: Why them? What were they doing?

NINA: I don't know. It looked like they were... reconciling. They were talking, and then Buck said he loved Chicken Little, and they held each other. It was a touching moment, but... I'm afraid I don't understand why the spirits showed me that.

Nino snaps his fingers, his eyes suddenly wide with realization.

NINO: That's why the head-voices want to get Buck involved! What you saw must have been the past!

NINA: How would the head-voices know about that?

NINO: I don't know, but we have to get Foxy and Roxy to be all huggy and stuff, too! It's like the head-voices said, we need to reconcile them! The spirits were confirming it!

NINA: So, then, what's the plan?

NINO: Well, I guess we convince the kids to come with us, get Buck to drive us, convince him to come talk to Roxy with us... And then we bombard her with feels until she can't do anything but hug her daughter!

NINA: In the vision, Chicken Little did most of the talking.

NINO: Well then, I guess we have to get Foxy to do the talking here!

NINA: Foxy? But she doesn't want to. On top of that, are you sure that's a good idea? I'm afraid she won't be able to get anywhere diplomatically; she believes that her mother is mad.

NINO: We have to try!

He gets out of his chair and goes back to the living room, and I follow. The children immediately silence their karaoke machine and turn to look at us.

NINA: Foxy, would you do us a huge favor?

FOXY: Me? Why, sure, Annie, but I'm just not sure what I could....

NINA: We need you to speak to your mother.

FOXY: No! I've already told you, I can't do it! I just can't!

NINO: It might be the only way to make your problems go away. You gotta face them!

FOXY: No! She won't listen!

ABBY: They're right, Foxy. It's time to stop the squawk, and start the talk.

CHICKEN LITTLE: Trust me, I know from experience. Don't be afraid. She's your mom, right? She loves you!

FOXY: No, she doesn't! She hates me, and I am NOT talking to her!

The fish makes a sad gurgling noise, and Runt crosses his arms, his face red. His eyes have a determined sort of expression, and he is using his massive size to loom threateningly over the rest of his friends. His voice is still the same as it was, gentle and soft, but there's an edge to it that wasn't there before.

RUNT: Come on, guys. Calm down. Foxy's scared, okay? And I don't blame her! Her mom is scary! Don't make her do this. You... You can't make her do this.

FOXY: Oh, Runt, my hero!

ABBY: Runt...

CHICKEN LITTLE: You're not helping, Runt...

RUNT: I. Am. Helping. My. Girlfriend. She doesn't want to talk to her mom, and she doesn't have to. I won't let you force her!

Jeez, REALLY? Now we have to calm the pig down, too? What the hell, dumb furry world!?

Alright, we need to calm down Runt and convince Foxy to go with the plan. But, what do we say? If we tell her the world is at stake, she may not believe us... If we tell her who we really are, we could get run out of town... And if we don't say anything, I doubt we'll be able to save this world.

What do you say to someone who thinks there's nothing left to say?

Runt has a point though. Buck is not Roxy, and it would break Foxy's heart (and probably the universe) if she got yelled down (again) by her mom. The vision you had says reconciliation is the key, but maybe for Roxy that more means being tough than asking for attention. It means being confident, not taking no for an answer. It doesn't mean being nasty and hurtful; being a champion means when someone pushes you, you stand firm and don't let them hurt you or others. What I'm saying is Foxy needs to reconcile with her mother by kicking her ass.

[Nina]: Sorry about that other voice, Nina. I wish I could say that one is because of a sinister influence but honestly a few of us are just jerks with an immature "I'm not toughing you" sense of humor. Rudeness and harassment like that is an understandable thing to be upset about, though unfortunately that probably isn't the last we will hear from that voice.

[Nino]: Try not to encourage the rude voices. I know it isn't offensive to you, but different things are offensive to different people. For comparison are probably some things that specifically offend toons, like some guy who repeatedly interrupts your jokes with booing and undercuts punchlines with pedantic "well actually" speeches about why the punchline doesn't work.

Anyway, tell Runt that he is right that we won't and shouldn't force Foxy to go to a conversation she doesn't want. We do think they should talk eventually, but that won't go anywhere if Foxy has to be okay with it for there to be any chance of it working.
This one >>546580 has an idea that seems worth exploring, but it is risky if someone's emotions get out of hand during the conversation (from either the normal stress or the influence).

Also butts.

If it's possible to bleep out all utterances of "butts" from us to Nina, I would like to do that.

>>546575
Sorry about the other voices Nina. But they don't mean to insult you or be rude, just trying to lighten the mood some! You know?Like, certain words are funny, others are not. Lettuce is not funny, cabbage is funny! C'mon Nino, you can back me up on humorous linguistics, can't you? What I'm saying nina, is that they're just trying to get so much as a giggle out of you.

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>>546597
Guys, this joke is getting kinda stale, don't you think?

STOP.

>>546607
Oh, yeah, I agree! Some words are just awesome! Like "butts!" But Nina doesn't get it... She's not very funny. I guess we just kinda have to be patient, she just really doesn't understand the concept of "funny."

No. It's not funny to me. If that voice thought that it was, then it doesn't know me very well. Do I look like some sort of tart? I don't "giggle" when I've been harassed, I won't stand for it.

>>546582
Huh, I guess you're right. I never thought about it that way. Man, it has to suck being so easily offended, though! Oh, well. She's my friend, and I really should stand up for her, huh?

Okay! No more butts! Or, maybe, we could just talk about MY butt instead! I don't mind!

>>546580
NINA: It's alright, Runt. You're right. We can't force her to do anything she doesn't want to do.

RUNT: Really!? Oh, uhh... I mean, yeah! You can't!

NINA: But, you know, Foxy, you're going to have to talk to your mum sooner or later. If you don't, this will never get any better, and you'll spend the entire rest of your life wishing your mother would understand you.

FOXY: NO! I'm not speaking to her.

NINO: But we already talked to your mom. She misses your confidence, and your strength, and all of the things that made you "you" before. But you still have those things, right?

FOXY: Of course! I'm still me. I'm just a better me. And my mom can't see that!

NINA: How can she if you won't show her?

NINO: Yeah! We're not saying you need to sit down and have a nice long touchy-feely talk-session.

ABBY: You're not?

NINO: Nope! Just... stand up to her! Demand her attention! Be strong! Be... Be a champion! It'll prove to her that Foxy hasn't gone anywhere after all, she's just grown a better fashion sense and stopped being a bully!

FOXY: Well... maybe...

RUNT: Are you really going to?

FOXY: Well... I... No! I can't! I can't do it!

She starts to cry, and sits on the sofa in the living room. Her friends all gather around her, comforting her. Runt sighs and turns to us.

RUNT: Sorry I kinda... freaked out. Maybe you guys should leave, we'll see you later.

NINA: Yes, I suppose that would be best.

We get in the car with Buck, and return to his home in silence.

The chicken-coop house feels rather empty. Buck goes upstairs to his room, I suppose, and invites Nino and I to watch telly in the living room.

I feel useless. What are we supposed to do? It's late afternoon, almost evening, and I feel like my hands... er, wings... are tied. We spoke to Roxy, we spoke to Foxy, and we can't get either of them to cooperate. What on earth do we do now?

And you had better not say anything inappropriate this time. I... I really mean it.

>>546682
[Sighs heavily] W-Well, I guess we could maybe. Talk to the mayor? Or some other people around town at least. Gathering some more information should help us come up with a clear plan.

Maybe we can check if anyone has a way to contact the aliens? I suspect they aren't actually able to change Foxy back, and it might help if we can get them to explain that.

OK let's all cut out this bawdy profanity. It's really upsetting Nina. I'm very serious about this. It needs to stop. No if's and's or but's

Are you lot tormenting crippled war veterans again? Classy. You get her shot in the face, horribly maimed and then you mock her. A real step up in taste, well done.

...Hrrrrm...
Let's search around town, and if we don't find anything...Go somewhere really secluded, and fly straight up, but carefully...
Let's just say I think the sky is worth investigating...And we REALLY can't afford to be caught if we do the flying thing.
Maybe Nino can set up a comedy show of some sort? His normal routines, that is, as a cover while Nina checks out the hunch I have.
Before, the opposition has ALWAYS had to send in some sort of opponent or force we could find...I know, it's probably different, but let's check to be sure the opposition can't influence worlds without some sort of Beacon or 'foothold' in the world.

Nina & Nino 2013/11/05(Tue)18:33 No. 546777 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>546696
Thank you very much for trying to help, but I am not crippled! This eye is considerably better than my old eye ever was. I also can't seem to recall ever having been shot in the face, or having been involved in a war.

>>546703
NINO: Hey, that's a great idea!

NINA: Won't it take time and planning to stage a comedy show for the entire town?

NINO: Hmm... good point. If we started planning now, maybe we could do it the day before the big game!

NINA: If we don't get this world sorted out by then. And I sincerely hope that we do.

NINO: Yeah... I guess you're right.

>>546683
>>546685
NINA: We should go talk to the mayor, though. If anyone can contact the aliens, I'm sure he would know. He is in charge of this town.

NINO: Should we go get Buck?

NINA: Actually, I think we can manage to find Town Hall on our own. I'd hate to bother him again.

Sure enough, Nina leads us to Town Hall. We go inside, and there's a big room with a desk in it. The adorably fluffy dog-lady at the desk smiles and says "hi" and then goes through the big double doors behind her. And then we wait...

And wait...

And WAAAAIIIIT! Ugh! This is so boring!

The receptionist comes back and waves us through the door.

Inside the next room, the mayor is sitting behind a large desk, and his bodyguards are standing at attention all over the room.

TURKEY LURKEY: Oh! Uhhh... Hello!

He looks vaguely behind us, as if reading from something.

TURKEY LURKEY: I mean, uhhh... How can I help you?

NINA: Well, Sir, we came to ask about the alien invasion.

TURKEY LURKEY: Oh, you did, did you?

Suddenly, I feel a furry paw on my shoulder.

Hey, what gives!?

The bodyguard speaks with a soft, yet firm voice.

BODYGUARD: Mayor, this woman is armed.

TURKEY LURKEY: Armed!? Armed!? Why is she armed? Is this... an assassination attempt?

BODYGUARD: Ma'am, I suggest you come with us. You too, Sir. Your audience with the Mayor is concluded, and we'd like to have a word with you.

Oh, no! My rifle! Of course they would notice it! What on earth do we say? I feel like we were starting to make progress, but now it looks like we're going to be arrested! This is not how I imagined this going at all!

We need to come up with some sort of alibi without ruining the ones we already have... My goodness this is getting tangled.

What the FUCK!? I KNEW I hated this town! We're trying to save them! Why can't we just tell them? At least then we'll have a chance! I'm sick of all the bullshit!

>>546777
Nina, relax. Just say you forgot you had it, as you've been carrying it all day, and you're perfectly willing to leave it outside.

Also personally I think if our goal here is to reconcile Foxy and Roxy then we have no reason to keep the world-hopping thing secret. This isn't the same sort of situation as on the ship. Might as well tell them.

>>546777
Tell them that it doesn't make sense that you would be carrying a weapon openly if you were an assassin.
Say that you are perfectly willing to leave your rifle outside. So long as you get it back when you leave.
Nino: Don't fault the Guards for doing their job Nino,they're supposed to keep the mayor safe.
As for the mayor himself, from what we know, he's a rather jittery fellow. Very nervous and usually prone to making decisons based on the people's agenda due to pressure. As well as trying to maintain a high reputation in they eyes of the public.

Let them take the rifle off your shoulder and put it where they want, don't try to take it off yourself.

Nina & Nino 2013/11/07(Thu)19:04 No. 547047 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>546778
>>546781
>>546852
NINA: I'm so sorry! I didn't realize. I forgot that I was carrying it.

BODYGUARD: How do you forget an M1 Garand strapped to your back?

NINA: It's complicated. I promise that I'm not an assassin. If I were, I wouldn't be carrying such an obvious weapon, though, would I?

The guards all whisper among themselves, then turn to me and nod.

BODYGUARD: Even so, we're going to have to confiscate it.

NINA: Alright. But I would like it back.

BODYGUARD: As soon as your audience with the mayor is over, you can have it back.

I raise my arms... er, wings... above my head, and they slide the rifle gently off.

BODYGUARD: What about the broom?

NINA: Oh, I suppose you can take that as well. But I would like it back, as well.

TURKEY LURKEY: So... What can I help you two with today? I see you're new around town!

NINA: Oh, well... We're not staying long.

NINO: Three days at the most!

TURKEY LURKEY: Three days? So, you're here to see the baseball game, aren't you?

He nods his head, as if prompting us to say yes.

NINO: Yeah!

NINA: No... No, not really, Sir.

NINO: Errr... no, no we're actually not, sorry.

TURKEY LURKEY: Really? But I thought...

NINA: That was a lie, Sir.

TURKEY LURKEY: I see.

He stares helplessly at his bodyguards, but they just shrug.

TURKEY LURKEY: Ummm... So.... What are you really doing here?

NINA: My real name, Sir, is Nina Bradley, and this is my colleague.

NINO: Nino Johnson, at your service!

TURKEY LURKEY: Why the fake names, then? Seems a little fishy, doesn't it? And aren't you friends with Buck Cluck?

NINO: Not really.

NINA: He's been terribly kind, but he doesn't know why we're really here, either.

TURKEY LURKEY: Huh. Then.... Why are you here?

NINA: It's very complicated, Sir, but try to understand. We need to reconcile Roxy and Foxy Loxy.

TURKEY LURKEY: So, let's see if I got this right. Two outsiders with fake names come to Oakey Oaks, armed, to fix a mother-and-daughter relationship.

NINA: Basically.

TURKEY LURKEY: That's kinda weird, don'tcha think?

NINA: It's more complicated than that. We think it could be the key to saving your entire world.

TURKEY LURKEY: What!? Save the world? From what? The aliens? Because they're not...

NINO: No, it's not them! There's this thing, and it makes zombies, and stuff happens, and people are fighting, and it's really really bad!

TURKEY LURKEY: Uh-huh.

NINA: And your world is just one of many. We go from world to world stopping this... "thing," as my friend put it, from destroying the worlds.

TURKEY LURKEY: OK.

NINO: And we need your help! Anything you could tell us to make Roxy and Foxy love each other again so that the bad thing will go away and everyone will stop fighting and Oakey Oaks will be nice and safe again!

TURKEY LURKEY: Hmm... Do you two want some Tic-Tacs?

NINO: Yes, please!

Aww yiss, peppermint! I LOVE Tic-Tacs!

NINA: No, thank you.

The mayor shakes a small white mint into Nino's paw from a plastic container before sitting back down.

TURKEY LURKEY: Maybe you two should just.... go take a nap or something? You'll feel better in the morning.

The mayor is smiling blankly at us, with something like pity in his nearly-vacant eyes. The bodyguards are all just sort of standing about, scratching their heads and watching us with raised eyebrows.

My goodness, they think we're completely mad!

NINA: If you could at least point us to someone who could help us contact the aliens, Sir, we would really appreciate it.

NINO: Maybe they would be able to know what's going on! Or at least help!

TURKEY LURKEY: Sorry, kids. The aliens are waaaay outside of any cell phone carrier's plans. Can't talk to them until they get here.

NINO: But we can't wait that long! Roxy Loxy is going to try to take them hostage or something if we don't do something!

NINA: That is, she will if you let her, Mr. Mayor. If you do not, she plans to call the press.

TURKEY LURKEY: Yeah, we know. Don't worry, kids, everything will be fine! Oakey Oaks is the safest town in the world!

NINA: But it won't be if we can't reconcile Roxy and Foxy!

TURKEY LURKEY: Don't worry, kids, everything will be fine!

The bodyguards open the door and gesture us out, handing me back my rifle and my broom.

NINO: Well, THAT was a pointless waste of time!

NINA: I can't help but agree. It does sound sort of mad, though, when you think about it.

NINO: Well, duh! Of course, it's completely nuts! So what do we do now?

NINA: Well, the sun's setting. Maybe we should go back to Buck's house, unless the head-voices have any other plans for us.

>>547047
Perhaps we sould go back now. Maybe Opprotunity will show itself tomorrow.
*Sighs* I-I just feel like I've failed you two, for now being able to come up with a decent plan. And for that, I'm truly sorry. But maybe tomorrow something will happen, hopefully. We just have to see. Well, on the plus side, sleepover!

Well you could always try proving you aren't crazy by using magic. It would be kind of strange to go back in and do that now though, so we can try that tomorrow if we don't find any other options.

Nina & Nino 2013/11/08(Fri)22:21 No. 547169 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>547054
Don't worry. I'm sure we'll come up with something. Besides, we still have three days.

We walk back to Buck's house. By the time we arrive, the sun has set. Buck answers the door and lets us in.

BUCK: Hey! Where were youse guys? You left without saying anything!

NINA: You were in your room, and we didn't want to disturb you.

BUCK: It's alright, I was just worried. Chicken Little and I ate dinner already, but I figured you'd come back, so there's leftovers in the fridge if you want them.

NINA: Thank you so much, Buck!

NINO: Yeah, that's actually really nice!

BUCK: Yeah... no problem. It's.... uhhh... a lot of corn. We really like corn. And potatoes. So... it's basically corn and potatoes.

NINA: Sounds lovely!

We go into the kitchen and heat up the covered plates in the microwave.

NINO: You know, maybe I was wrong about Buck. He's alright. Just... really, really awkward.

NINA: I'm so glad you've finally noticed.

NINO: So... we still don't have any leads?

NINA: No, but I'm sure we'll think of something in the morning.

We finish our leftovers and watch some telly with Buck. Before we know it, he stretches and heads up stairs.

BUCK: Goodnight, guys! Do you need help with the couch-bed-thingy?

NINO: The futon? No, I've got one at home. I can do it.

BUCK: Oh, great! That's great! Well, goodnight!

We unfold the futon, and Nino curls up on one side of it.

NINO: Goodnight, Nina!

Within moments, he's snoring. I have no idea how he manages to get to sleep so quickly!

I lie down on my own side of the futon.

....My, but this is awkward! Oh, well... I shall try to ignore it. After all, Nino is asleep. And besides, he knows my opinions perfectly well. And he certainly isn't the type to abuse my trust.

Eventually, I close my eyes and manage to sleep.

I am awoken to the sound of the doorbell. It is morning. Nino is snoring peacefully, curled up into a ball on his pillow. I don't think that Buck heard the doorbell, I can't hear him upstairs.

Strange as it is in a near stranger's house, I answer the door.

Standing there, her eyes full of fear, is Foxy Loxy.

FOXY: I must be crazy, but I just had to find y'all before I change my mind.

NINA: Foxy? What is this about?

FOXY: Well, I've been thinking about what you said yesterday... And I don't want any of my friends to know, 'cuz they'll just tell me how they were right all along... But I think I'm ready.

NINA: Ready?

FOXY: To talk to my momma.

Well, this is quite the development! She seems to be in a hurry. What should I do?

>>547169
Wake Nino, if she really is ready we need to get going.

We shouldn't rush off quite quickly though, get everyone up and head off.

Maybe we should discuss what she plans to say?

Nina & Nino 2013/11/09(Sat)20:14 No. 547300 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>547188
>>547193
NINA: Nino! Nino, wake up!

He mumbles something, and just rolls over.

NINA: No, Nino! There isn't time for this. Wake up. Now!

He sits up and yawns widely, rubbing his eyes with his tiny monkey fists.

NINO: Nina? What...?

NINA: Come on, we have to go. Now!

NINO: But... Can't we have breakfast first?

NINA: No! Foxy wants to go talk to her mum, and we have to be there for her.

NINO: Oh.... OK. As long as we can get breakfast afterward?

NINA: Nino, if this goes well, we can have whatever breakfast you like. But, for now, try to ignore it.

Ignore breakfast? Is she CRAZY? Oh, well, I guess it's time to go save the world!

We follow Foxy to her house. She opens the door without knocking.

FOXY: Momma? Momma, where are you?

ROXY: I'm in the kitchen, Foxy.

Oh, yes she is! I can smell those... those beautiful sausages...

Foxy looks like she might be sick.

FOXY: Well... I was just wondering if I could talk to you about something... kinda important.

ROXY: Whatever it is, Foxy, could it wait until after breakfast?

FOXY: Oh... Well... Uhh.... No! No, it can't.

She marches into the kitchen, and we follow. Roxy looks up from her pan, fury creeping into her eyes.

ROXY: You two? I told you not to come back here...

FOXY: No, Momma. It's OK. They're my friends.

ROXY: Friends? Foxy, if you think those people are really looking out for your best interests, then you're crazier than I thought.

FOXY: I'm... I'm not the one who's crazy, Momma!

ROXY: And just what is that supposed to mean?

FOXY: I AM STILL FOXY LOXY, MOMMA!

She stands with her feet apart and hands on her hips, a steely determination in her eyes.

ROXY: Oh, you are, are you?

FOXY: Yes.

Foxy's determination wavers for a second, and she looks back at us for reassurance.

NINO: Come on, Foxy! Tell her what you told us!

FOXY: Well... I'm... I'm still me. I don't like baseball anymore, but...

ROXY: But MY Foxy loved it.

FOXY: I know. But... I don't want to get sweaty, and run around, and wear such a hideous uniform.

Roxy throws her head back and laughs a cold, cruel laugh.

ROXY: Oh, Foxy. Poor Foxy. See? You're not the REAL Foxy. It's like I said. MY daughter was a champion. You? You don't have the guts.

FOXY: I do have the guts! I'm... I'm standing up to you, aren't I? But... I don't want to play baseball. I want to sing, and dance, and play with my friends...

ROXY: Those kids AREN'T your friends. Goosey Loosey is your friend. Whatever happened to her?

FOXY: She started throwing things at me the second I started dating Runt.

Roxy's face falters for a moment, but she composes herself.

ROXY: Maybe she's... she's just trying to tell you what you SHOULD already know. About your place, Foxy.

FOXY: My place is where I want it to be! I MAKE my own place! I AM FOXY LOXY, and no one controls my place but ME!

Foxy's chest is heaving, her eyes as enraged as her mother's had been.

Damn, this room got super-quiet! YOU GO GIRL!

FOXY: I... I don't want to be a bully, Momma. I want to... to be free. To love, and be happy, and... And...

She starts to cry.

Without hesitation, Roxy runs to her and holds her.

FOXY: Mom... Momma?

ROXY: It's... It's you. My Foxy. I've never seen you so... so determined. So strong. I was... I was wrong about you.

FOXY: You... were?

ROXY: Baby, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry, I... I've been an idiot.

Foxy just laughs.

FOXY: Yeah, you have. For two years!

ROXY: I know, I know... And I'm sorry, Baby. We have... We have a lot to talk about. And I don't get it. I really, really don't get how you can have more fun putting on make-up than playing baseball. It sounds... really really stupid.

FOXY: That doesn't matter, Momma. But... If you listen to me, and I listen to you, maybe we could understand each other better?

ROXY: I'll try, Baby. I'll try.

She looks up at us.

ROXY: Hey. Annie? Harry? Thanks. Now get out. I have to talk to my daughter.

We leave without a word.

And.... CLICK! It's that vault sound! We did it, we did it!

NINA: That was all we had to do?

NINO: Yeah, I guess so.

NINA: I feel like we hardly did anything.

NINO: Did you see their faces? Do you think they would have had that conversation without us telling them to? I think we kinda fixed things, Annie.

NINA: I guess you're right.

NINO: So... breakfast?

NINA: Absolutely.

NINO: Hmmm... but where should we go for breakfast?

NINA: I don't know. Perhaps we should ask the voices? Besides, they probably have other things they want us to do before we go to the next world.

NINO: Okey-dokey. As long as I get breakfast, I don't care what we do next!

Hrrrm... I dunno, really. Part of me thinks it might be nice to hang around here and see the game, but another part is excited to see what world is next!
I'm thinking as far as breakfast goes... Hrrm, Runt's place might be fun, though we could head back to Buck&Chicken Little's home for breakfast.

Aren't you guys sick of this place? Tell you what: teleport to Lilo and Stitch's universe, but go to a city called Los Angeles. There's a great sandwich shop on a street called Larchmont Boulevard, they'll make you a delicious, gourmet sandwich for $8.50, it's called The Larchmont Village Wine and Cheese Shop. Give it a shot.

>>547389
Do we have the funds? Stay here for a little while longer and we get a free meal.

Oh, and when you're about to leave after the meal, tell everyone thanks for the help, and their world will be safe now that Foxy and Roxy have reconciled. Though you're not sure why that was what you needed to do. Then shrug and teleport out in full view.

Give them something to talk about.

>>547398
I wanted to see if they could travel to a real-world location. Plus, I love Wine and Cheese. Great spot.

>>547300
They would have reconciled, but it would have been, at worst, years, growing distant and bitter. But all they needed to make up was a little push, I think.
We can go back for breakfast, then leave this world. I'm sure we could come back to check up on things anyway.

Nina & Nino 2013/11/10(Sun)19:57 No. 547515 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>547389
Larchmont Village!? No way! I love that place! We should TOTALLY go there!

>>547398
Hmmm... Good point. I don't think they take gold pieces. I think we have 7 left, but I'd have to ask Nina.

We do have 7 gold pieces, but a free meal sounds lovely to me. Besides, it would probably be a good idea to say good-bye to Buck.

>>547302
By the time we return to Buck's house, he and Chicken Little are already eating breakfast.

BUCK: Oh, hey there! I didn't hear you all get up, and I was wondering where you went so fast. Did you sleep okay, on the futon, I mean? I haven't tried it recently, so I'm not sure if it's very comfy...

NINA: No, it was lovely.

NINO: Really comfy!

BUCK: Good, good. Glad to hear it. So... you want some breakfast? We have plenty! It's... uhh... mostly corn. And potatoes. So... corn and potatoes.

For breakfast? Lame! We should have just gone to Larchmont Village!

NINA: Thank you, Buck.

We eat our corn and potatoes. It's quite good.

NINO: Anyway... We're heading out.

BUCK: Oh, alright. Where you headed? I mean, you just got back and all.

NINA: No, Buck. We've done what needed to be done in Oakey Oaks. We're leaving.

BUCK: Oh. So... So what happened?

NINO: Well, for some stupid reason, we had to make Foxy and Roxy start talking again. And now they're happy? I guess? So, the world is safe, and we can leave.

CHICKEN LITTLE: They're talking!? Oh, that's awesome! I gotta go tell Abby!

He jumps out of his chair and runs off, through the front door.

BUCK: I don't understand.

NINO: It's alright. You don't have to.

NINA: Thank you for all of your help, Buck. You've been so kind to us.

BUCK: Well, gee... Thanks. I mean, I tried. I'm sorry if I was... you know, annoying or...

NINO: Nah, don't worry about it!

NINA: So, shall we go, Harry?

We link hands and I activate my ring.

Suddenly, I am standing alone in the white room with the monitor. Daisy's pre-recorded voice plays, just as it did before.

DAISY: Welcome back, Nina. Press the button on the screen to resume your human form, then continue through the door to your desired destination.

I press the button. Oh, it's so wonderful to be human again! Those feathers were rather uncomfortable. I head through the door.

Wait, is this the next world? Where am I?

DAISY: Welcome back, Nino. Press the button on the screen to resume your human form, then continue through the door to your desired destination.

Oh, right! Now I know where I am! This is where I turned into a monkey. Oh well! Time to turn back. I push the button...

WHOA! I feel HUGE! Aww, man... no more tail! Oh, well...

I walk through the door.

Nina's already there, looking around in awe. This is... actually really neat. It's like we're in a scene from some kinda history textbook! There are these tiny little houses and buildings made out of tree bark or something, and everyone's wearing deer-skin dresses and loincloths. It's a village! It's a real-life Indian village!

The women are tanning hides or whatever, and I can see some dudes fishing, and there's an old man with really long hair telling stories to the children around a fire.

Oh... Oh, my... I've never seen so many people walking around wearing so little before. I mean, at least the women are mostly... sort of... wearing respectable dresses. But all of the men are just... walking around in loincloths. I suppose it's normal for them, but that certainly doesn't make me feel any less uncomfortable.

Uh-oh, I think they noticed us. I see some people who look really confused, and one lady runs to a pretty big bark house. This dude comes out, and he's wearing big feathery-crown thingy. He's got really long hair on one side, but he's bald on the other. He's totally tall and muscle-y, and is super intimidating, like some kinda king. He folds his arms and looks at us, his eyes suspicious.

???: Who are you, Strangers, and what brings you to our village?

>>547515

Greet them politely, and see if they happen to know about painting colors with the wind.

Say that you're traveling warriors that are fighting evil demons. Ask if they've noticed anything really... wrong, or otherworldly.

>>547515
The man you are talking to is the chief, head of the village. Tell them you are fighting evil spirits and if they've noticed anything unnatural. Be respectful. In a way, this will be easier to explain since they also belive in spirits and the like.

Nina & Nino 2013/11/17(Sun)23:18 No. 548835 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>548399
>>548372
NINA: Hello, Sir. We are travelling warriors, fighting evil spirits.

A whisper spreads through the village, and the chief stands a bit straighter, his eyes widening.

NINO: Mr. Chief, Sir, we were wondering if you've noticed anything unnatural happening around here lately.

The whisper gets even louder, and the chief holds up his hand for silence.

???: You appeared quite suddenly, Strangers. We were not expecting you.

NINA: No, Sir. It's... It's how we travel.

???: Your ways are unknown to me, but we are familiar with strangers with strange ways.

The chief suddenly smiles warmly, moving his arm in a semi-circle, with his hand extended.

POWHATAN: I am Powhatan, Chief of this village. Welcome, Strangers. If you have business with spirits, you ought to seek the advice of Kekata.

He points towards the old long-haired dude telling stories.

The guy looks over at us, suddenly, then says something to the kids around him. They all run off, and he comes over to us.

KEKATA: Strangers, I have known of your coming. You wish to return the land to its former vitality. Our crops have been failing, and the animals have not been giving themselves in the hunt. I tell you these things, for I know you will not take advantage of our destitution. You come to help.

Powhatan smiles and nods at us, before walking away.

NINA: Yes.

NINO: How did you know we were coming?

KEKATA: The spirits reveal things to me. They have been... distant lately, but your coming was a beacon in the darkness. The one who bends spirits to her will, and the one who calls to the laughter in all things... I was uncertain who would be coming, but surely it is the two of you. The spirits told me of others, powerful warriors as well. But the two of you should be able to put right what has been wrong.

NINO: Whoa! You're awesome.

The old man chuckles.

KEKATA: I am only using my natural gifts, Great Warrior, as you do.

NINA: Do you know how we are supposed to make everything right again?

KEKATA: Sadly, the spirits have hidden this knowledge from me.

>>548371
NINO: Oh, right! We were supposed to ask you, ummm.... Do you paint with the colors of the wind?

The old man throws back his head and laughs.

KEKATA: I have heard that one many times before! A great wisdom, the gift of the spirits... I have heard it called this before. If you want to paint with the wind, Warriors, you should speak to our beloved princess.

NINO: A princess?

KEKATA: The daughter of the great Powhatan.

NINA: Where can we find her?

KEKATA: She goes wherever the wind takes her, as did her mother before her. Now... Before you set off on your quest, is there anything else you would like to know?

I wonder what else this fellow might know. I can't think of anything else to ask him, but perhaps it would be wise to use him as a resource. He's certainly very old and very wise, and he did predict our arrival. Perhaps he can help us, even if he does not know exactly what we are supposed to do here.

Sounds like we got a princess to track down! Maybe she knows more about what's going on than this old dude. I mean, she knows that wind thing you guys were talking about, whatever that means.

>>548835
I wonder if he knows any spells you can use?

Knowing a bit more about the local goings-on would help. Any dangers in the wilds?

Perhaps you can ask if he has any spare healing powder, or similar stuff. Their methods may seem primative, but trust me, they know what they're doing.

Nina & Nino 2013/12/15(Sun)04:37 No. 552133 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>548837
NINA: Yes, we do have a few more questions, actually.

KEKATA: Then, I have a few more answers.

NINA: Do you happen to know any spells?

He looks at me for a moment, confused.

KEKATA: You have a powerful medicine, Warrior. It is as my visions foretold, you bend the spirits to your will. But my medicine is a different one. I have nothing to teach you, I'm afraid.

NINA: Are there any dangers in the wilderness that we should be aware of?

KEKATA: As far as I know, there is nothing out of the ordinary. As long as you do not get lost, or washed away in the river, or fall from a great height, you should have no trouble.

>>548860
NINA: We may require some sort of... healing powder of some sort on our journey, if we get injured.

KEKATA: Oh, yes! Thank you for reminding me, Warrior. I have prepared this for you.

He hands me a small leather pouch.

KEKATA: This healing powder should be useful.

NINO: Ooooh! How does it work? How does it work?

KEKATA: Simply rub it on your wounds. It should completely heal minor wounds, and could help with more serious ones as well. It should ease pain, and prevent the wound from worsening.

NINO: Neat! Thanks!

NINA: How much should we use?

KEKATA: There are three doses in that pouch.

NINA: Alright. Thank you very much.

NINO: Where can we find this princess girl?

He smiles, and his eyes sparkle playfully.

KEKATA: I have no idea. As I said, she is a free spirit. It is impossible to predict where she is at any moment. She could be anywhere in the forest, or out on the lake, or on the river.

NINO: Oh. Well... thanks, anyway.

KEKATA: Take care, Warriors.

He bows his head to us for a moment, then walks away. Other villagers cast glances in our direction, but none of them come to speak to us.

NINO: So, are we going to look for this princess girl now?

NINA: I suppose that would be the next logical step. But how do you propose we find her?

NINO: Huh... I dunno. Don't want to end up getting lost in the woods. There's probably wolves, or bears, or spiders...

NINA: Spiders?

NINO: I don't know about you, but I don't want to get spiders in my hair! EWWWWW!

NINA: So, the next thing we need is a decent plan for finding the princess.

NINO: Yup.

If she is on the river or lake she would have taken a canoe, and that probably would have been seen by the fishers. We can ask them to check that option before worrying about the woods.

Nina & Nino 2013/12/18(Wed)00:17 No. 552551 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>552269
Great idea!

We head down to the edge of the river, where the dudes are fishing. Nina looks pretty uncomfortable, hehehe....

NINO: Hey, guys! Did you happen to see the princess around? Kekata told us to find her.

They kind of look at each other and smile, then look at us. They're keeping straight faces, but I'd know the look of laughing eyes anywhere!

???: Good luck finding her.

???: Yeah, she took a canoe out a while ago.

???: She could be just about anywhere.

NINO: Oh. Well... thanks, guys.

Alright, we have our information. I don't really care to speak to anymore men in loincloths at the moment.

Nina starts walking away from the river.

NINO: So... what do we do now?

NINA: Hmm... Well, I could get on my broomstick and try to spot her from above, or I could use my spell to contact the spirits...

NINO: Or we could grab a canoe and follow her. She's probably out on the lake, or heading down the river.

NINA: Do you even know how to pilot a canoe, Nino?

NINO: Well... no. But it would be fun! And I kinda always wanted to learn!

NINA: Really?

NINO: Yeah. Well... Always since five minutes ago. But come on, Nina, please? Besides, if you just take your broomstick, how can I go with you?

NINA: Well... that is a good point, I guess. Still, it seems dangerous to attempt to use a canoe when neither of us know how.

NINO: Maybe the headvoices could explain it to us? Or maybe we could get someone in the village to help us?

NINA: But who? Nino, you really haven't thought this out at all. We will wait for the voices to guide us, like we always do.

Nino, can you twist your legs up around eachother and then unspin them so that they propel you forward like propellers on a boat? Nina can steer by grabbing your nose and pointing your feet where they need to be.

Nina & Nino 2013/12/21(Sat)02:13 No. 552957 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>552566
That sounds absurdly complicated. I can't even really quite picture it.

Oooh! That could work! That could REALLY work! I just need to work up a burla. There are a lot of people here, so it shouldn't be that hard.

I reach into my bag and pull out... an empty milk bottle? What's funny about that? Hmm... Maybe with something else? I reach in again and pull out.... my big hammer? Well, I could smash the bottle, but I'm not sure how funny that would be. Let me try one more time.... an apple? Awww, come on! No fair, retrying again! For real this time! And.... it's an umbrella.

Alright, that's it. I'm done trying. Let's see.... Got a glass bottle, an apple, a big hammer, and an umbrella. I just can't think of a good burla with these things!

A few of the villagers have started coming closer, watching Nino get more and more frustrated as he pulls random objects from his bag. They are whispering to each other, and seem to be fascinated by Nino and his bag.

NINA: It's alright, Nino. I'm sure you'll find something useful if you keep trying.

Wait, she might be on to something here! Everyone's watching me like I'm already doing something amusing.... OK, then! I'll keep pulling! I guess the key is the frustration.

So, I keep pulling: my riding crop, a banana peel, another banana peel, freaky-looking cactus...

Oh, yes... I can hear some people chuckling at that one! I'm gonna try not to get too excited... Act flustered, keep pulling... another apple, another banana peel, inflatable bra, handkerchief...

The chuckles are getting louder... I'm not sure it's good enough to pull off something as crazy as the good old leg-propeller trick, but it's something. Time to pull out the big guns...

I grab the bag by the bottom and let out a huuuuge shout!

NINO: RAAAAAAAAAAARRRRAAAAAAAOOOUUUGGGAAAAARRRAAAAAAAAA!

What on earth is he doing? He just screamed and dumped everything out of his bag into a large pile, and now he's rolling around in the pile like some sort of dog. He rolled directly on top of one of the banana cream pies, getting banana cream all over himself.

Ack! My suit! Nonononono.... Oh, the sacrifices I make for comedy!

The villagers are all laughing openly now. Suddenly, Nino springs to his feet, scoops everything (except the destroyed pie) into his bag again, and leaps very far in the air.

Oh, goodness! I didn't know he could do that! He barrels towards me in mid-air, grabbing me with one arm. We both land in the bottom of one of the canoes by the river bank.

NINA: You could have given me a bit of a warning before doing that.

NINO: Come on! We gotta hurry before the laughter wears off! I got a lot of it, though.

I twist my legs up real tight like a pair of noodly-noodles, and climb half-way out of the canoe, holding tight onto the boat.

NINO: Grab my nose to steer! Alright! Hold on tight!

This is so strange... His legs look like they ought to be broken. I tap his nose gently and.... Goodness! We've taken off! His legs unwind slowly and we speed down the river.

NINA: Nino! There's a fork in the river! What do we do?

NINO: I don't know! Just steer!

One of the forks is wide, smooth, and inviting. If I had to choose myself, I would recommend that one. The other one seems craggy and much more perilous... But I don't know. If I make the wrong decision now, we could miss the princess completely and be lost in the woods.

We don't have much time; we're moving very quickly, and I'm not sure Nino can slow down!

>>552957
I'd say go with the safer one right now. If that doesn't work out, turn Nino into a frog and carry him in your pack while you fly on your broom to find our quarry.

Try the wide one. Getting lost isn't that much of an issue because (a) We are on a river, so we can find our way back by going upstream and (b) you can fly upwards for a bit to get a bird's eye view of the area. Crashing our boat would be more troublesome and kind of rude because it isn't really our boat.

1/2 Nina & Nino 2013/12/23(Mon)01:10 No. 553223 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>552958
>>552999
I grab Nino's nose and turn him to the smooth branch.

We continue down the river for a while.

NINO: Hey... Do you smell that?

NINA: Oh, no.... What do you smell?

NINO: Oh, it's not vinegar or anything. It just smells like ocean water. I think we're getting close to the beach! I wonder if the princess is having a beach party?

NINA: Don't be silly. Besides, we don't want to get swept out to sea in a canoe like this. We need to get over to the bank, now!

NINO: Turn me! Hurry up, my legs are almost outta juice!

I grab his nose again, and we bump against the bank. The canoe settles onto the mud, and Nino's legs completely uncurl.

NINA: Alright, Nino. You heard the head-voices. Are you ready?

NINO: Yep! This is gonna be fun!

NINA: Alright....

I point my finger at Nino.

I'm gonna be a frog! I'm gonna be a frog! This is gonna be hilarious!

NINA: Enough of this!

Blue lightning shoots from my fingertips, and Nino turns into a frog.

Whoa! Dude, this is AWESOME! I'm a frog! Don't know where my stuff went, but I guess I'll get it back when I turn back.

Nina opens her backpack and I hop in. There's some random crap in here, but it's not really that uncomfortable.

NINA: Lackipo nikrif scrumpet leech!

I rise quickly and soar above the treeline. I try to keep low to the trees, but they're very thick. I cannot see all the way to the ground.

Suddenly, I see some smaller trees and brush shaking at a distance. I fly over to investigate, when suddenly, a woman appears above the treeline, her head sticking out of the top of a very tall tree. She is silent, but her eyes are wide with fascination.

NINA: Oh... Uhhh... Hello. Are you the princess?

???: Follow me!

She disappears as quickly as she appeared.

I lower my altitude slowly, careful not to get stuck in a tree. I watch as the woman climbs down the tree as quickly and nimbly as a squirrel. It's rather impressive, and hard to imagine how she doesn't fall to her death.

We finally reach the forest floor. She is tall, with long, flowing black hair. She is barefoot, which just makes it even more impressive that she managed to climb such a large tree without injuring herself. Her skirt is rather short, but on the whole, her outfit is not as scandalous as I feared it might be.

Before saying anything else, I pull Nino out of my backpack and set him on the ground. I hold my palm towards him.

NINA: Come here, Nino!

The pink mist envelops him, and he becomes human again.

NINO: Whoa, Nina that was so cool! It was like an airplane, only I was a frog and it was super dark, and I.... Oh... Uhh... Hello. Are you the princess?

She's gorgeous! That hair... I wonder how she keeps it so silky-smooth? I want whatever products she's using!

POCAHONTAS: Wingapo, Strangers. My name is Pocahontas, and yes, I am the daughter of Powhatan.

NINA: Oh, excellent, then you're just who we're looking for.

She stares at us for a moment, and then her face lights up.

POCAHONTAS: A red bird, and a strange shell....

NINA: I'm sorry?

POCAHONTAS: I had a dream that my land was saved by a red bird, and a strange shell.

She walks closer to us, and gingerly brushes her hand against Nino's hair.

POCAHONTAS: Red bird....

She walks over to me, and gently taps my control panel.

POCAHONTAS: ....and strange shell.

NINA: Err... yes, well.... I'm Nina. And this is Nino.

NINO: Hi!

POCAHONTAS: I would have so many questions for you if this were any other time. How you fly with the birds; how you can turn into different creatures. What your village is like, where you come from.... But maybe there will be time for that, later. First, you must meet my Grandmother Willow.

NINO: Dude, that would be cool! We'd love to meet your Grandma!

She smiles.

POCAHONTAS: Then, follow me!

She takes off into a sprint through the woods, a hummingbird, a raccoon, and a dog trailing close behind.

NINO: She is so awesome! Like some amazing nature princess!

NINA: Right now, we just need to worry about keeping up with her!

We manage to catch up, and find her sitting on a massive stump. She stands and offers a hand, helping us up. Next to the stump is an old, withered-looking tree, its brown and dead leaves falling all around us, making a sort of sheltered, but creepy, grove.

POCAHONTAS: Grandmother Willow! I found them, the red bird and the strange shell! They're here to help.

The bark on the dead tree seems to ripple on a smooth spot, and the face of an old woman appears.

NINO: Whoa.... that's awesome.

The old tree-woman chuckles weakly.

GRANDMOTHER WILLOW: I'm glad you think so. I would be much more awesome if I were as strong as I should be.

The dead leaves stir and brush gently against our faces.

POCAHONTAS: Grandmother Willow is very old, and very powerful. She can restore this land, and make the crops grow, and the hunting and fishing plentiful.

GRANDMOTHER WILLOW: But I can't do it alone.

NINA: Just tell us what we can do to help.

NINO: Saving the world is kinda our specialty.

GRANDMOTHER WILLOW: I will need to borrow your spirits. But only for a short time.

NINO: Whoa whoa whoa.... what does that even mean?

GRANDMOTHER WILLOW: You two will sleep and dream.... And while you do, I will restore the world. But you must get through the dream, first. You will each face an enemy greater than any you have ever encountered before. While you do, I will borrow your spirits to replenish this place.

NINA: That sounds dangerous.

GRANDMOTHER WILLOW: You must not fight with weapons in your dreams, but with greater strength. That is what I need from you. There are spirits all around you, my children. They just need your strength.

NINO: I still have no idea what we're supposed to do.

POCAHONTAS: Just trust Grandmother Willow. She knows what she's talking about. I'll watch over you the whole time, I promise.

NINA: Alright. What do we have to do?

The dead leaves gently wrap around our bodies, and lift us off of the stump. They seem fragile, but they are surprisingly strong.

GRANDMOTHER WILLOW: Just sleep.

I feel my eyelids starting to get heavy. I can't resist sleep any longer, and I find myself drifting off...

I'm super sleepy all of a sudden! These leaf-branch-things are really comfy. This is probably gonna be super easy. Good night!

2/2 Uplifted 2013/12/23(Mon)01:11 No. 553224 ID: 2ae1fb
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Whose dream will you assist with first?

Nino!

Hrrrm...
Nino~
This should be interesting.

Nino 2013/12/24(Tue)03:18 No. 553433 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>553235
>>553297
I'm standing in the middle of a clearing in the woods. It's really quiet. Like, way too quiet.

Suddenly, I see a dark shape slowly walking through the woods. Oh no! This has to be the enemy! He looks huge....

NINO: Come out! I see you!

The shape stops moving.... This is totally freaky!

NINO: You're... You're my enemy, aren't you?

The shape laughs.... I don't like the sound of that at all! Normally, laughing is my favorite thing ever, but this guy doesn't sound like he as anything to laugh about. It's more like an ironic bitter laugh. I HATE ironic bitter laughter.

???: I'm not your enemy, ese.

The guy comes into the clearing with me. He's actually not that big. I mean, like, tall big. He isn't any taller than me, and I'm kind of a short guy! He's kinda huge, though. He looks like he lifts like a champ! And he's got lots of tats... Not much fashion sense, but he looks like he could really mess me up if he wanted to. I'm scared, guys!

???: I'm you. Just... not a pussy.

Sweet mother of armadillos! How am I even supposed to respond to that?

>>553433
Looks more like he's trying too hard. A poser.

Hrrm...
Part of me is imagining him punching you in the face only for you to just bounce back afterwards with no harm done.
Another part thinks that he's sort of an evil clone of you, and works off fear instead of laughter, somehow.
But as far as practical plans go? Dunno, but I suspect Tom & Jerry shenanigans are the way to go here!

Remember, guys, she explicitly said no weapons. I think we're supposed to embrace this side of Nino, accept him. This is some damaged internal part of you, friend. Let him know he has no need to put his defenses up around you.

>>553473
Well in that case Nino should ask for combat training. Learn how to be TUFF.

>I'm you. Just... not a pussy.
Well good for him; "Burly McMusculine" can make for a number of decent comedic archetypes. Is he looking for a position as a straight man perhaps?

Nino 2013/12/29(Sun)15:26 No. 554181 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>553473
>>553547
Aww, man! So you're saying this is some serious, psychological something-or-other? Ugh, boring! Aww well, guess I better play along.

NINO: Oh... Uhh... I'm sorry you feel that way about me. Maybe you could... uhhh... teach me how to be tough like you? That could be fun.

He kinda smiles and shakes his head. Man, I don't really like this guy.

???: Teach you? It's not that easy, ese. I can't just teach you. It's all about the thug life, you know?

NINO: No, I don't know... But I'm a fast learner! Just try me! Teach me how to fight!

He reaches into the pockets of his baggy jeans and pulls out two switchblades, and tosses one to me. Hey, doesn't this break the "no weapons" rule?

NINO: Are you sure it's a good idea to use these?

???: Just like I thought. You're just a little pussy, pretty boy. What, you wanna run home and cry to your mami, 'cuz mean old Nino tried to teach you how to use a knife? Bitch.

NINO: You leave mama out of this.

???: Aww, did I hurt your little feelings?

NINO: And what about you? You're me! We have the same mama, right?

???: Yeah, I guess that makes sense.

NINO: So, if I'm such a bitch for wanting to run home and cry to her, then what the hell does that make you? When's the last time you even talked to her?

???: Hey! Shut up, ese! You don't know nothing about my mama!

NINO: She's MY mama, dumbass. And yeah, I know a hell of a lot about her. She goes to Mass every Sunday, and her favorite color is blue. She's the best cook in all of California, and probably the entire world. She's secretly scared of clowns, and her guilty pleasure is telenovelas. And more than anything, more than anything in the whole world, she loves her son. She's always been there for me, and she always calls to make sure I'm OK. And yeah, it's annoying. But I. LOVE. MY. MAMA.

???: You're crying? You're seriously crying? Over your mami?

NINO: And what about you?

???: Me? What about me?

NINO: Don't you care about her at all?

???: Of course I do. But I'm not a little bitch, ese. And I wouldn't want to break her heart.

NINO: What the hell is that supposed to mean?

???: Mama's a good woman. But it's like Tio Guillermo and Tio Esteban always say, right?

NINO: Shut up.

???: How can a big pussy protect Mama? When her husband left...

NINO: I told you to shut up.

???: No. You gotta hear this. See, that's the difference between you and me, ese. When that man walked out, you became Mama's little girl, didn't you? Let her protect you and spoil you and fuss over you, like the little bitch you are. But I made a promise to Mama that I would become ten times the man that THAT son of a bitch ever was. I toughened up. And besides... You know she wants you to settle down with a nice girl, ese. Now, me? I'm not ready to settle down yet, but I could have any bitch in LA if I wanted. You? You even like girls, ese?

NINO: OK, well, there's an awful lot of problems with your little speech, and...

???: Answer the damn question, ese.

NINO: Not yet. First of all, women aren't "bitches" or whatever, and neither am I. Second of all, I'm not ready to settle down yet either, so what the fuck makes you any better than me? And third... if you're me... then you're lying to yourself, home-boyyy.

???: Never told a lie in my life, ese.

NINO: Sure you have. Must have. You know I like girls, you're me. Duh! But... you don't JUST like girls, do you, Captain Muscles?

???: What? Me? No. No way. I'm not some kind of... of...

NINO: Come on, "ese." You've been all "bitch" this and "pussy" that since we first started talking. But you can't say the F-word, can you? You can't say it, even though you'll talk all kinds of other insulting trash. Why not? Hit you too close to home?

???: I'll cut you! I swear I will!

NINO: I have a knife too and, since it sounds like YOU don't hang out in Toontown, I'm faster and more agile than you'll ever be.

???: Ese, you've never had to dodge the 18th Street Gang.

NINO: And you've never had to dodge the Warner Brothers assholes.

???: What kinda shit are you talking about? You mean those Looney Tune kiddie show things? Ese, you really need to grow a set of cojones.

NINO: If you don't think toons are dangerous, you've clearly never met any. I could take you any day.

???: What's this? A bit of machismo? Didn't know you had it in you, ese.

NINO: You don't have to be an asshole to be tough, Dude.

???: Still... here I am, pretty sure I can kick your bitch ass whenever I want. We gonna have to settle this, ese?

This douchenozzle is really getting under my skin! I don't think I'm supposed to fight him, but I don't know what to say to him! I don't even WANT to accept this guy. How the hell is he some part of me? I HATE him, and that's really not helping me stay calm around him.

I gotta diffuse the situation, and somehow.... ewwww... "embrace" him. Ugh, if only Nina were here. She'd know how to handle this!

Hrrrm.
Strength.
That's what this comes down to, frankly. And each Niño only has it part-way right, in my opinion.
[Thug Niño]
You're tough. You're armored. But you have no kindness or empathy. You might be a Man for your Mama, but how often do you leave her worrying for your safety? That Niño across from you probably doesn't make her fret nearly as much.

[Toon Niño]
You might have the courage and willingness to stand up to danger and opponents, but you don't SHOW it, which is why Thug Niño over there dislikes you. You play the fool and endure the laughs and suffer for your art, and you probably aren't taken seriously as often as you'd like, for it.

[Both Niño]
You have different views, but there's one thing I bet you have in common. You're both tough and soak blows, Thug probably could just take a punch and say "Is that all you've got!?" While Toon'd get socked and he'd bounce back with that same happy smile.
Regardless of HOW you show your toughness, it's an integral trait to who you are, Niño.

It is normal for people to be self-critical in some ways, and I suspect that thug!Nino represents a subconscious anxiety like that rather than a direct reflection of some part of your personality.

>What kinda shit are you talking about? You mean those Looney Tune kiddie show things?
...He acts like he isn't aware that toon powers are a thing. Ask him if he is aware of what has been going on recently, and start pulling things out of your bag and piling them on the ground. If my theory is correct, he will have no idea how the hell you are doing that, and moving him from angry to confused would be a decent first step.
From there ask him if he is aware how he got here. Does he think he is dreaming and picking a fight with a figment of his imagination? That would be silly.

1/2 Nino 2014/01/02(Thu)15:15 No. 554782 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>554224
NINO: Whoa, whoa, whoa.... let's just slow down a second here.

???: What? You chicken?

NINO: That's not it, it's just... you really don't know what I can do, do you?

???: Some stupid-ass kiddie tricks. Yeah, whatever.

NINO: Just watch me for a sec, OK?

I reach into my bag and pull out... a glass bottle?

???: Ooh, scary. I have a knife, ese. You think you can scare me?

NINO: Just shut up and watch!

I pull out a handkerchief, an apple, and a banana cream pie.

???: You having a picnic or something, ese?

NINO: No. I'm showing you my awesome bag. You don't have an awesome bag, so it sucks to be you.

???: Come on, really, what the fuck are you doing?

I pull out another apple, my umbrella, and my riding crop.

???: Ewww, come on, ese. I don't wanna see that shit.

NINO: No, you're not paying attention. How did all of this junk fit in my bag?

???: I dunno. It's kind of a big bag?

NINO: No! See, you're not so smart! It's a toon bag! I can carry lots of things in it!

???: Oh, I get it. So... your superpower is having a magical purse. Did I guess it?

NINO: Well... Kind of? There's more to it than that, but... the point is, my bag can break the laws of physics. And so can I!

???: Well... I guess that's kinda cool. You're still a pussy, though.

NINO: You know what? How the hell did you get here? Are you dreaming? How do you know I'm not just a figment of your imagination?

???: I know exactly how I got here. I came out of your bitch-ass head. I'm you, ese, or who you could be. Or who you SHOULD have been, maybe. I'm what you are deep, deep down. You're just too much of a pussy to admit it. And that's why I'm even bothering to talk to you right now. You need someone like me to tell you everything that's wrong with you.

>>554189
NINO: I... I get it! You're me. I mean, I know you're me, but you're not just some stupid version of me that sucks. You're like... You're like the head-voices said. You're my subconscious anxiety, or... Or something.

???: What is this, some kind of revelation? That's what I JUST said!

NINO: Yeah, but... strength. Can you hear the head-voices?

???: No. I'm not some pussy who needs dumb voices to tell him what to do.

NINO: OK, well, I'll tell you what they said.

???: I don't wanna hear that shit, man.

NINO: You SHUT UP AND LISTEN! You're tough. You're armored. But you have no kindness or empathy. You might be a "man" for mama, but how often do you leave her worrying for your safety?

???: What the hell?

NINO: She doesn't need to worry about me!

???: She doesn't? What if you catch some disease or something, ese? And you know how mama feels about...

NINO: Well... what she doesn't know won't hurt her. And I always use protection, anyway.

???: Protection? You ARE a pussy!

NINO: See what I mean? You put yourself in danger all the time. I'm smart enough to avoid it. How would mama feel if you get shot, or stabbed?

???: It... It would break her heart.

NINO: More than sleeping with every man this side of Toontown?

???: ....Probably. Hey! Shut up! You're gross, ese.

NINO: I'm just as tough as you are, Dude. I just don't need to show it. I've gotten into and out of plenty of scrapes. And when things get tough, I stand up for myself. But I don't need to get myself into danger just to prove I'm strong. I play the fool and stay happy because... well... it gives me joy. What gives you joy?

???: I... I don't know.

NINO: You're so busy being tough, you don't even know what makes you happy, do you? Look... you're right. Maybe I need to stand up for myself more. Maybe I SHOULD care whether or not people can take me seriously. I mean, I have a lot of worlds I need to save. But... I won't become you. I can't become you. I'm... I'm happy being me.

The other me is silent for a really long time.

???: I guess... I guess I have a lot to learn, huh? But... But what about mama?

NINO: She's fine. When she's sad, I cheer her up. When she needs to talk, I'm there to listen. What about you, Dude?

???: I guess I just make her worry. I guess I'm too busy to listen.

He suddenly locks eyes with me, and smiles for the first time. I mean a real, genuine smile!

???: Ese, you're alright. For a pussy. Just... Take care of mama. And save the world!

There's, like, this really bright light, and he's gone. I feel... different somehow. Like, as if all the little tiny bits of him were really little tiny bits of me all along, and we're kinda the same person. But I'm the cool half.

So... I guess there's nothing left to do but wait to wake up. I hope Nina's doing OK with whatever she has to do in her dream.

2/2 Nina 2014/01/02(Thu)15:16 No. 554783 ID: 2ae1fb
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It looks as though I am back in the woods. It's eerily silent and still.... No, not completely still. There appears to be someone, or something, moving through the trees. Could this be the enemy? And what am I supposed to do if I can't fight it?

NINA: Who's there?

???: Mmmm... you finally decided to show up, Sweetie.

Strange... that voice sounds a lot like mine. But slower, deeper.

She steps out of the shadows, and...

Oh, no. Oh, no no no no no no... This is unacceptable. I won't stand for it.

It's me, but I would NEVER be caught DEAD wearing... THAT. She looks like the absolute worst sort of tart, and she's wearing entirely too much makeup. Even her broom is somehow... vulgar. She also doesn't have my scars or my new eye, and certainly not my restraint or sense of decency.

???: Whatever's the matter, Sweet? Expecting someone else? I must say I'm rather disappointed to see you looking so down.

NINA: Who are you? Who are you and what do you want with me?

???: Oh, my dear, sweet little Nina... Don't you recognize me?

NINA: Well, you look uncannily like me, only...

???: Ah, you've guessed it. I AM you, Sweetie. The REAL you.

*whistles*
Tart or not, gotta admit she's prettier than you. Even if we didn't...Well, assuming you hadn't ended up with scars from this adventure...
Hrrm.
[Nina]
Ask her how much magic she knows. She's pretty, but getting to look like that probably takes a fair bit of time, am I right?

>>554783
"Uh huh. Yea, no, we're not doing this."
Walk away and focus on things that are less stupid than people saying "I'm the REAL you".

>>554783
Oh dear lord...
First of her clothes, where did she get them, a thrift shop? And the fishnets, ugh, SO out of date. I mean, what is this, the 80's? And that color, red? Really? It doesn't fit you/her at ALL. Secondly, that makeup. Putting on that much is CLEARLY trying too hard.

>>554783
Alright, you're seeing a representation of your insecurities that is using a flawed approach to solve them. That getup she's wearing makes her look more ridiculous than attractive and nobody would take a witch seriously that looked like that. She is not Maiden, Mother, nor Hag.

However, sexuality is something that makes you uncomfortable, and she has no problems with it whatsoever. You need to address that issue during this. Ask her why she can stand wearing that. Also, why does she wear it? Does she go around sleeping with lots of men? If so, why? What's the point? Is that really what it takes for her to be happy, to feel good about herself? Do you need that? Surely you have a different approach that works better without risking pregnancy and STDs.

Also, point out that your ugly face is due to sacrificing yourself for your friend. You wouldn't trade that for his life, would you? Did she?

Nina 2014/01/03(Fri)11:20 No. 554893 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>554785
NINA: No, sorry. I don't have time for this.

I turn my back on her and walk away through the trees, until I finally come to another clearing.

???: Back again, are you, Sweetie?

What? How did she...?

???: You can't escape, you know. This is your dream, Sweet, and you're not getting out until you deal with it.

NINA: Oh, joy.

>>554784
And your point is? Why should I care if she is more.... attractive than I am? At least I have a sense of modesty!

NINA: Alright. Let me see now.... I have to deal with you before I can escape, do I? Tell me, how much magic do you know? If you're as much of an empty-headed trollop as you appear, I'm guessing you aren't terribly capable, are you?

She sighs, and gives me a sickeningly sweet grin.

???: Well, let me think, Sweet... I can turn people into rabbits temporarily, I can fly on a broomstick, I can enchant objects with the famous Traveller's Spell, I can give bad luck to my enemies and take it back whenever I want, I can contact the oh-so-unreliable spirits to help me solve mysteries, I can turn people into frogs and turn them back whenever I want, I can enchant ammunition with fire and with electricity, I can take the wounds of others onto my own body to heal them, and... wait... no, I think that's everything. A modest list, I'm afraid, but what would you expect from an empty-headed trollop like me?

NINA: But that's.... that's impossible. That's the exact same list of spells that I know!

???: Oh, is it, Sweetie? Looks like we're both idiots, then, aren't we? Still, it certainly is nice to be a confident, vibrant, desirable idiot rather than an idiot who dresses like someone's gran and sees about as much action.

NINA: Dresses like someone's gran?

???: If Nino hadn't been there to pick out that new outfit for you, you'd still be wearing that horrible sweater and skirt set.

NINA: I made that sweater myself!

???: Give up knitting, it doesn't suit you.

NINA: But I'm good at knitting! Gran told me I was.

???: Maybe so, but you have your whole life ahead of you, Sweetie! You can knit once you've retired.

NINA: It keeps me busy, and I think it's fun. Certainly better than wasting time putting on a face every morning.

???: Ooooh, you wound me, Sweet! Besides, it doesn't take that long once you've gotten a bit of practice. It's only hard for you because you haven't tried since you were twelve.

NINA: Yes, and it looked horrible and I never did it again.

???: You would have gotten better at it.

NINA: It doesn't suit me. I'm not a tart, and I don't need to be... attractive.

???: You don't have to be a tart to wear make-up. Gran used to wear make-up, you've seen the photos.

NINA: Yes, but she was young and foolish, then. I'd much rather be as Gran is now.

???: Silly Sweetie! Everyone needs a chance to be young and foolish. You've skipped it completely, I'm afraid, and you'll wither and fade before your time.

>>554787

NINA: Yes, well... I think you're trying far too hard. The problem isn't that you're using cosmetics, but that you're using far too much. Your clothes are cheap and horrid, and red isn't our colour at all. And fishnets haven't been in style since before we were born.

???: Where are you getting this from, Nina Dear? You know perfectly well that you don't have any sense of fashion at all.

NINA: I know I don't. But neither do you.

???: Exactly! I AM you. I know my clothes aren't exactly Louis Vuitton... but they were affordable and comfortable, and I feel confident when I wear them.

NINA: What about the make-up?

???: I rather like it. It makes me happy.

>>554789
NINA: Either way, you look ridiculous.

???: Sticks and stones, my sweet, sticks and stones. But you know you like it.

NINA: Err, no, I most certainly do not. You hardly look like a proper witch, do you?

???: And I suppose you do?

NINA: Well.... yes? Besides, what are you? You aren't Mother, or Maiden, or Hag, or...

???: Oh? Which are you, Nina?

NINA: Me?

???: You're a paradox, Sweet. A virgin, poor dear, so I would be tempted to say Maiden. You're only eighteen, so that phase of life suits you. You're young, and have all of the time in the world to discover and explore... But you don't. If it weren't for Mickey Mouse, you'd still be sitting on the sofa with Gran, watching "Doctor Who" and eating Blue Ribands, becoming the wise hag who wastes away to nothing. You can't just gain wisdom from sitting on your arse. You have to gain it by living it up now.

NINA: Living it up? Is that what you call it?

???: Oh, absolutely.

NINA: But why do you feel the need to wear an outfit like that?

???: Hmm... I suppose I never really thought about it. It just makes me happy. I feel confident, and beautiful. Some people like it, and some people don't, and it's all the same to me.

NINA: You... I'll bet you... errr... that is to say....

???: Sex?

NINA: Yes. That. You....?

???: Well... seeing as how I'm a construct of your mind, I suppose I haven't really gotten any more than you have, eh Sweetie? But, yes... I want to. I'd love to. All of the beautiful people walking about... men, women... a whole world, really. And I know I'm attractive, too. And I know how good it would feel.

NINA: What? Whoring yourself out to the entire world?

???: No. Well, maybe. That's not the point. I want sex, yes, I want it badly. But, more than anything, I just want to feel real.

NINA: Real? What on earth are you talking about? I thought you were "the real me" or some such nonsense?

???: Nina, Nina, Nina... I only said that to get your attention. But, in a sense, it is true. You've hidden me away, you naughty thing. You're embarrassed to look at me.

NINA: Well, that's your own fault, it is. Dressed like a tart, and...

???: Look past that for a second? I am a part of you, Nina, whether you like it or not. The blush that rises to your cheeks when you see someone you rather fancy...

NINA: Stop it.

???: Those weird dreams you have where people you've met, total strangers sometimes, take off their clothes, and...

NINA: Stop it!

???: The desire that flashes across your mind for just a moment before you smash it down with your giant hammer of prudish, Victorian values...

NINA: I said SHUT IT!

She is silent for a moment, and then she flashes a horrible, triumphant smile. I loathe her.

???: That's who I am, Nina. That's who WE are.

NINA: Well... I have news for you. I'm NOT you. Look at you. Look at your face.

???: Yes. As a mental construct, I have no need to actually reflect your physical reality.

NINA: I know, I can see that.

???: Looking at my breasts, were you? Not surprised, Nina dear, though I know you'll convince yourself you weren't looking at all. They are rather nice, don't you think?

NINA: Shut it. Just look at me.

???: Yes, I know... the scars are rather hideous, that can't be helped. But, Nina, you're still....

NINA: NO! Just listen! I got these scars saving Nino's life. I don't regret them. I would do it again. But... I wonder... Would you? Would you sacrifice that pretty face to save him?

???: Don't act so grand. You had no idea that would happen. In fact, the head-voices told you it wouldn't. They told you nothing bad would happen to you; that the acid only affected him because of his powers.

NINA: I...

???: Besides, THEN they told you that Jumba could fix you. Well, he certainly did that, didn't he? But he never told you you'd come out looking like a B-movie villain, now did he? You blundered your way into that hideous face of yours. Nothing heroic about it.

NINA: Maybe. But... But I still don't regret it. I don't care, do you understand! I've NEVER been ATTRACTIVE in my life! Why should I start caring now?

???: Oh, Nina. My poor Sweet. Lying to yourself again.

NINA: What do you mean, lying?

???: Never attractive? Sweet, that's part of your problem. You were beautiful. And I am the part of you that always knew it.

So, she's clearly mad. And I think I want to smack her more than I've ever wanted to do anything in my life. If she's a part of me, then I must be mad, too. What on earth am I supposed to say to her? I'm worried I'll say something foolish if you don't help me.

>>554893
"I find it hard to take advice on attractiveness from somebody dressed as a candied whore. You're trying much too hard."

>>554893
Nina, I think you ARE in denial. You're a virgin so sexuality is even more awkward for you than your Victorian sensibilities require. Look at her. You used to look just like that, under the makeup. You were pretty, before the accident. I'm sure we can eventually fix that, though. You'd have to give up the cybernetic eye, so maybe you can have it fitted to a set of goggles instead? It's worth looking into if you ever find a magical method of healing your wounds. Like back in the Cauldron's world. Could be expensive though, and money has been a consistent problem for us.

Anyway, tell her what the eye can do. Isn't that worth having instead of a pretty face? What you need now is strength, not beauty. However, you do still need to realize that sex is normal and healthy, especially for someone your age. You're not your Gran. The other you is right, you should be a Maiden. Uh, you probably shouldn't be waving around a dildo-broom though.

I think the right approach is somewhere between you and her. There's nothing wrong with keeping a modest outfit but you need to loosen up a bit, girl. Ask her for advice on how to overcome your insecurities. I mean, we can't even say the word "butts" without you getting offended.

>>554893
What I see is the problem that you're a bit prudish, and need to loosen up. But your refection is TOO loose. So much that she's succumbed to the pursuit of pleasure.
At your age, Nina, it's perfectly normal to talk about sex. To know about it. As long as you aren't vulgar about it. Do you understand Nina? Perhaps, in the future, we can find a magical way of restoring your sight. As, to our knowlege, there are very powerful wizards, witches, and mages in disney's multiverse. It would be easy for the higher-tier ones to heal you.

Hrrm...
On the one hand, you're well-read, well-bred, and well-mannered. Sensible.
On the other hand.She's over the top, in your face and unapologetic about it, with the sexiness thing.
But while that's the dominant point of view...Consider, for a moment, what she represents.
If she was real? She'd have seen so much more. That's a Nina that might have learned how to speak another language, or perhaps she played soccer and possess an agility adn athleticism you don't.
Granted, you're probably easier to talk to and deal with, thanks to your manners...But you're kinda shut-in, and in a sense, making yourself more of a wallflower, perhaps, with the sense of 'these are not my people.' I'd wager if you talked about Doctor Who to well, anyone you've met out here, you'd be lucky if you got anything more than a vacant stare...
Basically, right now, by treating her like the 'bad twin' you deny that you have those traits yourself, and thus deny a part of yourself.

How can you look in a mirror with such contempt.

or perhaps I should say jealousy.

I think she has points that are definitely valid in theory, but because your feelings on these issues are so black and white, she isn't equipped to make a more compelling argument. She only knows what you do, and your feelings on these matters are extreme.

She's not right, not really, and is even a little naïve... but only because you were first. Her current manifestation is a direct result of the lifestyle you have chosen to lead, whether you are willing to admit it or not. Her underlying points that taking risks isn't bad, experiences are required for personal growth, and that confidence in yourself is valuable -and warranted!- are all valid. But that doesn't mean her path is the way to express those sentiments, not if you don't want it to be.

And Nina, you were beautiful. Accepting that you were doesn't diminish you as a person with other merits, or mean you are any less now than before you were injured. Living without regretting injuries you suffered in saving someone else is noble, even if you didn't intend to be injured, because it means you look at your loss and consider the cost worth it for shielding someone else. But that only works when you admit you've lost something, acknowledging that you were attractive, that there was something of value to lose, and still saying it was worth it, that's true beauty.

>I suppose I never really thought about it. It just makes me happy. I feel confident, and beautiful. Some people like it, and some people don't, and it's all the same to me.
I find that to be a fairly valid point, and can't really judge her for that. However, her whole 'you need to loosen up' argument is essentially a similar judgement of 'improper behavior' for a very different definition of proper. If she wants to dress provocatively that is her decision, but by the same principle if you want to wear a homemade sweater that is your decision.

I kind of feel that you do have an issue to address, but it isn't an issue of how you do or don't behave so much as how you tend to quickly get angry at the mention of doing certain things differently. Getting angry is itself not necessarily bad, and is sometimes more appropriate than not, but try to hold off anger about something until you have specific reasons why it is wrong. It is alright to disagree with things, but an immediate "Shut up" is almost never an effective way to do so.

1/2 Nina 2014/01/04(Sat)17:05 No. 555137 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>554900
Restore my sight? But I can see perfectly well. In fact, my vision is better than it has ever been.

>>555003
Jealousy? Why should I be jealous of her!? She... She looks ridiculous. She IS ridiculous.

>>554894
NINA: I find it hard to take advice on attractiveness from somebody dressed as a candied whore. You're trying much too hard.

???: Maybe I am.

>>555047
NINA: Besides, if I was beautiful before I got my scars, then wasn't I beautiful regardless of what I wore? Why should I dress like a tart? Wasn't I beautiful in my skirt and jumper?

???: I... I suppose.

NINA: Why do you feel the need to dress as you do?

???: I don't really need to. I just do it because I want to. Why do you dress as you do? Why do you need to cover everything, Sweetie?

NINA: Well, I... It wouldn't exactly be proper to be exposed, would it?

???: Proper, improper... What does it matter? Wear what makes you happy, Sweetie.

NINA: I feel perfectly happy when I'm covered up, thank you very much.

>>554896
NINA: You don't know what my eye can do, do you?

???: Well, I suppose I don't, as you've never really taken much advantage of its abilities.

NINA: It can see in the dark, it can see through solid objects, it can track heat patterns, and it can zoom in on distant sights.

???: Very impressive, Sweetie.

NINA: Isn't that more useful than being beautiful?

>>555020
NINA: Look... maybe you're right. Maybe I was beautiful. Maybe. But I gave that all up to save Nino, and I'd do it again. Even if I didn't know it was going to happen, I would still do it again. I'd give up beauty for strength any day, and that's what I've done. That's what I need to do if I'm going to save the world.

???: Can't you do both? Be beautiful AND save the world?

NINA: My beauty isn't skin deep. If I am beautiful, it's a different sort of beauty.

???: Ahh, but you acknowledge that that is what it is?

NINA: What is that supposed to mean?

???: True beauty. Not a shallow sort of beauty, but beauty nonetheless. Are you beautiful, Nina?

NINA: Well, I...

???: Answer the bloody question, Sweet.

NINA: I... I am.

???: You are?

NINA: I am beautiful!

???: Fabulous! I certainly am glad to hear it.

Her face shimmers for a moment, and she copies my eye and my scars.

???: A tad awkward, perhaps, but I think I could grow to love it.

NINA: What are you doing?

???: I'm you, aren't I? If I'm going to reflect your beauty, I may as well reflect your REAL beauty.

>>554903
NINA: I... I still don't quite understand.

???: What, Sweet?

NINA: Well... The head-voices. What if they're right?

???: Right about what, Sweet?

NINA: How can you stand it? You talk about... about...

???: Sex?

NINA: Yes. That. ...Thank you. You talk about it as if it were... well... no big deal. If you are me, how can you... how can you do that?

???: You're eighteen years old, Sweetie. The fact that you CAN'T never ceases to amaze and disgust me.

NINA: Disgust? Do you want to know about disgust? All my life, I've wanted to be just like my gran. She doesn't get into any shenanigans like the silly young people in town. She's proper, she's wise, she's wonderful. Why can't I be just like her? Why does everyone expect me to be like Nino, or like you?

???: I think you know what's wrong with that, Sweetie.

NINA: What? What are you talking about?

???: Gran is in her eighties, Sweetie. When she was your age, she wore make-up. She had boyfriends. If one of them hadn't become her husband, and if she hadn't slept with him, you wouldn't be here. She's wise and proper because she's tired, Nina, and you know that. She's tired and happy from an exciting youth. If you don't have an exciting youth, you won't have anything to be tired and happy about when you're as old as Gran. And the saddest part? If you didn't already know these things, I couldn't be telling them to you now.

NINA: So that's it, then? You want me to become a tart, like you? And that's how I have an "exciting youth?"

???: Silly Sweetie! I'm only a part of you. The part of yourself that you are the cruelest to. I don't expect you to be exactly like me. Only spare me a thought now and again?

NINA: Spare you a thought?

???: Yes. You don't have to be so prudish, you know. You're a young woman with a healthy sex drive, Nina, and pretending you aren't only hurts you.

NINA: Now you sound like the head-voices.

???: Maybe there's a reason for that.

NINA: Look, you know perfectly well why I don't... don't like to think about things like that.

???: No, Sweet. I'm afraid that's one thing I don't know.

NINA: Relationships, dating... They were never for me.

???: And why not?

NINA: They were only for the beautiful people. Boys are only interested in pretty girls.

???: Then, who needs boys?

NINA: I... I'm afraid I don't know what you mean.

???: Your blush tells me otherwise, Sweetie. I'm only suggesting you keep your options open.

NINA: ...In any case, no one would be interested in me.

???: I thought you said you were beautiful.

NINA: Well... I am.

???: Then... Why not give it another go?

NINA: Well, I mean, I WAS beautiful. Now I'm not.

???: That's not what you said earlier, Sweet, and I think you're just making excuses. If you really want to be just like Gran, then be as she was at your age. Date, have fun, do what makes you happy. Have all the sex you want, it isn't 1900, Sweetie! And if you find someone special, then that's even better. Hold onto that.

NINA: That sounds... perfectly horrid.

???: Oh, come on, now. No it doesn't. Your vision is great, Sweetie, and I know you do an awful lot of looking.

NINA: Besides, you're wrong. I'm not some sort of pervert. I don't go about ogling people.

???: Oh, really? Tell me how uncomfortable you were in the village today.

NINA: Well... it's just that... everyone was dressed so... improperly.

???: Very revealing. Very sexy, right, Sweetie?

NINA: Shut it.

No... Wait... I can't just dismiss her like that. Not if I want to get out of here. And as you said, being angry won't do me any good, at least not with such an immediate response.

NINA: Maybe... maybe you're right. I'm not blind. Maybe I do look at people now and again. I try not to, I know it's horribly improper, and I know that nothing will come of it, but...

???: Why nothing?

NINA: Because I won't let it! I. Am. Not. A. Tart!

???: You don't have to be a tart, Sweetie. Just a healthy young woman.

NINA: Even... Even if that is true. Why? Why should I listen to you? Why should I listen to anyone? Why should I change my life? I'm happy! I'm PERFECTLY happy!

???: Sweetie....

Her whole body shimmers, and she is suddenly me. Just me. Not dressed as a tart, no fake breasts. Just me, as I am.

???: If you're perfectly happy, then why are you crying?

NINA: I... I don't know. I just am!

???: So, you save the world. And you go back home to Suffolk. Then you sit and watch "Doctor Who" and knit and eat Blue Ribands. And then, in maybe ten, twenty years...

NINA: Don't say it!

???: ...When Gran dies...

NINA: I said DON'T!

???: Sweetie, she isn't immortal. Then, you'll be all alone. And I assume you'll do much the same until you die, as well.

I... I can't do this anymore. I want to wake up. I don't even want to look at her.

Because... Because she has a point.

NINA: I... I will never be you.

She shimmers and returns to her old form, pretty face and all.

???: I know that. But I will always be a part of you. You can choose to accept me, or you can deny me.

NINA: Will you always be in me? I can't... I can't get rid of you?

???: I'm sorry, Sweet. I'm afraid it can't be done.

NINA: What happens if I deny you?

???: Nothing changes. Your life continues just as you seem to want it to. Cold, lonely, desperately dull.

NINA: And if I accept you?

???: I don't know.

NINA: What do you mean you don't know?

???: Who knows? Maybe you'll suddenly be filled with violent lusts, and jump on anything with a pulse that happens to get near you.

NINA: Not. Bloody. Likely.

???: Ooooh, temper, temper! No... More likely, your good English temperance and modesty will kick in again. You'll still be you, Nina. Just a bit less shy. And maybe a bit more honest with yourself about sex.

NINA: You'd like that, wouldn't you?

???: I would. But then, I'm you. So, make of that what you will.

NINA: I suppose it isn't really much of a choice, is it?

???: None whatsoever, I'm afraid.

NINA: I guess... I guess you are me. You're a part of me, and you aren't going anywhere. We are a beautiful, healthy young woman, and... And I guess I'll figure out what to do about that myself.

???: Good show, Sweetie.

There's a bright flash of light, and she is gone. I feel... different. I feel better. I feel as though a weight has been lifted off of my chest. I suppose I am rather beautiful, aren't I? And maybe... Maybe I will lighten up. Just a little. Maybe.

2/2 Nina & Nino 2014/01/04(Sat)17:07 No. 555138 ID: 2ae1fb
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I blink and yawn. Am I still dreaming? I still see trees everywhere.

No, I must be awake. The vines are still encircling my body, and I see Nino hanging beside me.

NINO: That was a nice nap!

NINA: You're awake already?

NINO: Yup! Just woke up a second ago!

NINA: Yeah... me too.

NINO: So... did you meet a totally weird version of yourself, or was that just me?

NINA: No... No, I did, too.

NINO: Oh, cool! Mine was like, this total jerk gang member dude. But then we had a nice talk and everything was OK. What about you?

NINA: I... I don't really want to talk about it.

NINO: Come on, Nina! Please!?

NINA: Well... she was a very saucy little tart, and insisted that I lighten up a bit.

NINO: Oh. Well... did you?

NINA: I don't know yet.

NINO: So... Are we going to get down from here any time soon?

GRANDMOTHER WILLOW: Just a moment! I think I'm ready!

Suddenly, it is as if a bright green light explodes out from Grandmother Willow's roots. The whole forest seems to grow stronger, and all of the leaves brighten. I can hear bird song again, and Grandmother Willow herself seems to strengthen and grow.

POCAHONTAS: You did it! This land is restored!

Come on come on come on... CLICK! Woooo! Another world saved!

The vines that hold us put us down gently, and we're back on the wooden stump platform thingy.

GRANDMOTHER WILLOW: It seems as though you both had excellent dreams.

NINO: Yup!

NINA: I guess so.

GRANDMOTHER WILLOW: Sometimes, it is not enough to listen with your heart. You must also listen to your heart. Isn't that right, Pocahontas?

POCAHONTAS: Of course, Grandmother Willow. And thank you, strangers. Thank you for all that you've done.

NINO: Any time! All in a day's work!

So, I suppose we ought to head to our next destination now?

Hrrm...I think we've done everything there is to see here, personally. Let's move on! I'm curious which world we'll hop to next.

>>555138
Everything seems in order. Well then...

Onward! To adventure!

Nina, wait! Your gun still has no ammo. We have to fix that before we go to the next world; there's no bets on it being as peaceful as this one.

Also it'd be nice to visit one of the worlds that knows you guys saved it, so we can maybe get some monetary rewards? We have a serious money problem right now! Be sure to mention that small items of intrinsic value are preferred, since worlds have different currencies and trade systems. Don't ask for much, of course. We just need something.

Oh, specifically mention that we can get to a medieval world that uses gold coins for currency and they seem to be pretty common, so if they want us to we can sell something there and bring back coins. It would have to be something that the medieval world would be able to recognize and want, of course.

On the other hand if you don't want to ask for handouts you could just go visit the Cauldron world and find a bowyer, then tell them we can enchant arrows for a price. Let them name their own price, because honestly I don't know how valuable that service is. 10 gold or something per arrow? Be sure to describe accurately how the enchantment works.

1/2 Nina & Nino 2014/01/05(Sun)13:59 No. 555351 ID: 2ae1fb
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>>555186
NINA: Right, then. Let's head to the circus. Ring, take us to Dumbo's circus!

In a flash of color, we're there. I see Babs walking between two tents in the distance. I walk towards her, and she answers without turning around.

BABS: Hey, kids! What brings you back to my neck of the woods?

NINA: Babs, I'm out of ammo. I was wondering if you could help?

BABS: Perfect timing! Just got a new shipment of Springfields in today! You taking care of that fancy rifle of yours?

NINA: Yes.

BABS: More importantly, is it taking care of you?

NINA: Well...

She turns around and her mouth opens in shock.

BABS: Odds bodkins! Kid! What happened to your face?

NINA: Well, to make a long story short...

NINO: I lost my eye and she did some magic to save me! But then, her eye fell out. And then, this alien guy fixed up her eye and gave her a science eye, with super powers!

BABS: I'm sorry, but that all sounds like Greek to me! Sounds like you got your scars in battle, though. Wear them proudly. Besides, there's good money in the side-show business, if you're looking to settle down!

NINA: Oh, joy.

BABS: Hey, I didn't mean it like that. Lots of great people work in side-shows.

She turns around and picks up a small crate.

BABS: You still have the ammo box I gave you?

I pull the empty box out of my backpack.

BABS: Alright! Here's ten more rounds. Come back whenever you need a refill.

NINA: Thanks, Babs.

BABS: Anything else I can do for you?

NINO: You said something about money?

BABS: Oh, sorry. Our circus doesn't have a side-show. I don't know why, but the boss doesn't like freak acts.

NINA: That's fine. I... I can't say as I'd really like being in a side-show, anyway.

NINO: Oh, I would! It would be hilarious! I'd twist up my arms and stuff, and then I'd...

NINA: No. I have another idea. Goodbye, Babs!

BABS: Bye, kids! And stay out of trouble, won't ya?

We wave goodbye, and I use my ring again.

NINA: Ring, take us to the castle in the Shire of Prydain.

Wheeee! A castle! I never got to see the caste; I was kinda busy with Orwen. Oh, wow, I bet it's gonna be super-cool!

And it is! We're in a big room with tapestry-thingies all over the walls, and there's a pretty blonde girl on a throne. There's some dude next to her, too.

EILONWY: Nina? You're back! How... How did you do that?

NINA: I have a magic ring of teleportation.

EILONWY: Extraordinary! Taran told me that he received word from Dallben that the two of you, despite the odds, managed to defeat the Horned King and prevent his return.

NINO: Yep! We sure did!

EILONWY: So, it seems you were right to trust the Witches of Morva after all. The two of you must be great warriors to have protected Prydain so completely. For this action, I bestow upon you the highest honor that I can grant. Please, kneel. Tell me, what is the name of your village?

NINO: Village? Uhhh.... Los Angeles?

NINA: I'm from Framlingham.

EILONWY: By the power invested in me as Princess, and acting ruler of the Kingdom of Prydain, I hereby name thee Lady Nina of Framlingham, and Sir... Sir... I'm sorry, what did you say your name was?

NINO: Uhh... Nino, Your Highness.

EILONWY: Thank you. Sir Nino of Los Angeles! Knights of Prydain, you may rise.

Dude, I'm a knight? This is SO COOL!

EILONWY: An official knighthood in the kingdom of Prydain comes with a weekly allowance of 30 gold pieces. Taran, would you be a dear and fetch the gold?

TARAN: Sure thing, Eilonwy.

Taran runs out of the room and comes back with two small bags of gold.

TARAN: One for Lady Nina, and one for Sir Nino.

NINA: Thank you so much for this honor, Princess Eilonwy.

NINO: Yeah, thanks! You're awesome!

EILONWY: The pleasure's all mine. Now, if you don't mind telling me... However did you manage to destroy the Horned King?

NINA: With a complicated combination of Nino's powers and my fire bullets.

EILONWY: Fire bullets? What on earth is a fire bullet?

NINA: Oh, well... a bullet is a projectile that fires from a gun. Which is... sort of like a bow. Except louder.

EILONWY: And yours are.... fire bullets?

NINA: Yes. They are full of fire magic, and burst into flames.

The princess sighs and shares a smile with Taran.

EILONWY: If only Prydain's army had weapons such as that! We wouldn't have to worry about outside threats ever again!

NINA: Actually, I might be able to help with that. Where do you keep your arrows?

EILONWY: In a barrel in the armory.

NINA: May I see them?

EILONWY: Taran, would you be a dear and fetch the arrows, please?

TARAN: Of course, Eilonwy!

He runs off again.

EILONWY: Taran is such a sweetheart, don't you agree? I think he'll make a great prince someday. Don't you dare tell him I said that!

He comes back a few minutes later, carrying a very large barrel full of arrows.

TARAN: These are all the arrows we have right now.

NINA: Alright. Here we go.

I put my hands on the barrel.

NINA: I charge thee with the element of fire!

The arrows all begin to glow, and the barrel becomes quite warm. The tips of the arrows have smoky red wisps under the surface, just as my fire bullets do.

EILONWY: Amazing! And these are... fire arrows?

NINA: Yes. They should be rather effective.

EILONWY: A service this valuable deserves some compensation, as well. How does... 15 gold pieces sound? Taran...

TARAN: I know, I know.

He comes back with a very small bag of gold. With my 30, plus Nino's 30, plus the seven we have left over... We have 82 gold pieces. What wonderful news!

We're in the money! We're in the money!

NINA: Thank you very much, Princess Eilonwy.

EILONWY: Again, I am the one who should be grateful. Tell me, my wonderful knights, is there anything else you require?

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>>555142
NINA: Not at the moment. Thank you for offering, but we really should be going.

NINO: Lots of others worlds to save!

EILONWY: Other worlds? My, you certainly are busy. Go, my brave knights, and represent Prydain!

NINA: We certainly will.

Without giving it instruction, I use my ring.

Suddenly, we are standing in the middle of a rather modern-looking living room. It reminds me a bit of Donald Duck's house. A small door on the side of the room is completely encased in solid ice, and from another doorway, Mickey Mouse appears.

MICKEY: Oh, good! I'm glad I got a hold of you!

NINA: Mickey? What's happening?

MICKEY: Oh, nothing. Just had to interrupt your adventures for a minute. Something pretty important just happened. Come on, Minnie made lunch.

NINO: Actually, I was starting to get kind of hungry.

NINA: Wait, what happened to that door?

MICKEY: Oh, that's just my closet. The less said about that right now, the better. We're trying to calm them down, not stress them out.

NINA: Calm them down? Who are we talking about?

MICKEY: Come into the kitchen! Lunch is waiting!

Sitting around the table are Minnie, Daisy, Donald, and Goofy, as well as two women I've never seen before.

There are some pretty ladies here for lunch! There's a really tall woman with blonde hair that's almost white, wearing the most fabulous icy-blue dress I've ever seen. Sitting next to her, there's this girl with reddish hair and freckles, who looks like she's dressed for a cold winter day. It IS actually pretty cold in here!

MICKEY: Nina and Nino, allow me to introduce you to Her Majesty Queen Elsa of Arendelle, and Her Highness Princess Anna of Arendelle. Ladies, these are two of the heroes who are here to save the multiverse.

The woman in blue gives Mickey a very measured smile, as if attempting to keep her emotions under control.

ELSA: That's all well and good, Mickey. But what of Arendelle?

The other young woman gets to her feet, the annoyance obvious on her face.

ANNA: Are they gonna save Arendelle? And where the heck even IS Arendelle? You still haven't told us!

MICKEY: I'm gettieng to that. And you know Arendelle is under quarantine. We have to stop this... this corruption from spreading.

ANNA: So, what, we're just gonna be stranded here? Until these two can fix whatever's wrong with the whole multiverse?

MICKEY: Well.... yes. Unfortunately.

MINNIE: Nina, Nino, please sit down.

Minnie points us toward three empty places at the table with heaping plates of meatloaf.

NINO: Who's the third seat for?

MICKEY: That's part of the reason I called you all here. These two are not the only ones tasked with saving the multiverse, Princess Anna. If we're going to be able to open Arendelle again and allow all of its citizens to return home, we're going to need all five of the heroes that we've been trying to contact.

MINNIE: We've finally managed to contact the third, and he or she should be here any minute now!

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Choose your character:

The Bard weaves stories unlike any other. These stories are alive, these stories are a part of the fabric of the world. With each new experience, new stories awaken.

The Nanny cares for children above all else. To aid in this noble cause, the Nanny uses magic both practical and whimsical. With each new adventure, more adventures can be had.

The Apothecary brews up potions, poisons, elixirs, and more. An expert at the sales-pitch, the Apothecary gathers ingredients to create new and exciting concoctions. With each new recipe, more discoveries can be made.

Which do you choose?

Bard. We need a better understanding of the underpinnings of the stories we're trying to repair.

Hrrrm...The Bard, who can actually tell us what's up with a story? Tempting...

The Nurse. This one I think would be a REALLY good idea-we could use someone with healing capabilities...

And then there's the Apothecary. potions and whatnot. I'm neutral towards this one, but I'm not sure exactly what this hero brings to the table...

Hrrm.
Personally, I'm picking them in this order:
Nurse > Apothocary > Bard.

Soo yeah, I wanna get to say "HELLO NURSE!!!"

>>555355
Nanny, not Nurse.

This Bard fellow sounds like a useful person to make aquainttance with.

(Can we choose the gender? If so, male.)

>>555360
Last time we chose the gender after choosing the role.

Apothecary would be interesting for some true healing via potions, and some area of effect damage via explosive bottles. We can even buy ingredients now. So I'm leaning towards that. I'm not sure exactly what Bard is capable of at this point. Summons? Buffs? I'd rather go with the sure bet.

How about a Bard? Sounds like a fun choice, and useful given that you're on a quest to unravel stories that have been damaged.

Apothecary. Maybe he'll even be able to fix Nina's eye, or at least make it look normal.

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You are a bard. You have the power to sense the underlying narrative structure of a world, and the power to call upon the tales of your ancestors for aid. Your powers expand in worlds with malleable narratives.

Are you a boy, or a girl?

What is your name?

Uhh...Fun choices. Yes. Fun.
Sooo...
Male Bard. He shall sing the tales of his people!

>>555519
Well I dislike the Female design the least, let's go with that. Christ, that hair, those tattoos, the shoes, the bowtie... ugh.

Name: Rita

Male

Jebidiah