_____________ in a box!

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

[In a commonly used hallway, there is a very large, open-topped cardboard cage box. A sign above the box says: 'FREE TO GOOD HOME'. And sitting inside the box is a very unhappy looking little Replica, who is currently kicking the sides of the box and not getting anywhere.]

Stupid box!



[OOC: Feel free to harass/help tinyRi. Or even magically end up in the box if you're the lost puppy/kitten/orphan-type. If you're in the box, you can't get out until someone pulls you out. Threadhopping is encouraged.]

Comments

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

Hm. There must be a way. Let's see.

[He looks at it, and at the young replica...]

If force will not do it, then the opposite.

[He waves a hand over the perimeter of the box to see if there's anything blocking him.]

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

*nope there's nothing blocking you from reaching in, though the tiny Replica can't reach out*

What if it sucks you in?

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

An entirely valid concern.

[Hand back down again. Ponder.]

Perhaps if I ... were unable to fit in the box...

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

You mean if you were bigger?

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[He smiles widely.]

Indeed. It might be a - tight fit here, but it's worth the try, hm?

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

But you're cool when you're big!

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[A chuckle.]

Why, thank you.

[Looking around for a moment... and hello, hallway full of Heartless.]

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

*it claps once you get bigger*

Yeah! You're really cool now!

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[He tilts his head.]

That is ... a positive, am I correct?

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

Uh huh! It means you're cool!

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

That's ... what you just said.

[Pause.]

Never mind. Let's see about your ... predicament.

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

*yes it's best to not ask about clarification*

Are you gonna try to beat up the box again?

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

Well - [a chuckle]- I can give it another try. But what I was thinking more, was simply this.

[Watch out, kiddo. Big old claw coming in.]

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

*D: that's kind of terrifying to see, and it holds very still*

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[Gentle, gentle, he'll be picking the replica up, then... hard claws, but no pressure to them.]

Hold on.

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

*it will cling then*

You got me out of the box!

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

Of course I did. I wasn't planning on leaving you there, now, was I?

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

I didn't know if you actually could. Are you gonna stomp the box now?

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles. Heck, it's not like he really knew either...]

It's worth a try, hm?

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

Yeah! Stomp it really good!

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[Massive foot coming down on box is go.

... If this fails, he thinks, he is going to feel like such an idiot.]

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

... it didn't work.

*indeed, the box seemed to get squashed, but sprung back up like you didn't even touch it after you moved your foot*

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[Ugh.]

Not permanently, at least.

[He'd be frowning if he could make that expression like this.]

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

*it peers over your fingers to look at the box, which is probably mocking you right at this moment*

Did you make sure to stomp it really hard?

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[Stupid box.]

Do you think I wouldn't?