streetduck (streetduck) wrote in earth12_logs, @ 2009-01-30 18:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | chip!chipped, tim!streetduck |
I thought *I* was the little one. [Complete]
Who: Chip n' Tim (chipped, streetduck), guest NPC appearance Bruce Wayne
What: Knock-knock-knockin' on... the Wayne china cabinet?
Where: Stately Wayne Manor
When: One lazy schoolday afternoon
Why: Because it was too quiet around here, anyway.
Chip: *So poor Tim comes downstairs to investigate what all that knocking is and tracks it down to the Closet He's Not Allowed to Touch?*
Tim: *Pretty much. And normally even he knows better than to intrude upon Specifically Forbidden By Alfred, but there's knocking.*
Chip: *And possibly a little kid's voice*
Tim: *So uh. Better make sure it's not an alien Invasion Of the Tiny Bodysnatchers, right---- *
Tim: =c
Tim: *Okay yeah definitely jimmying the lock open.*
Chip: Helloooooooooooooo! Open uuuuup! *And rushing at the door just as you open it and flying out at you!* :o
Tim: *holyshitwut BLOCK!*
Chip: *Tumbling to the floor! Clinkityclinkclink*
Tim: *uhoh did I just break Alfred's china* D=
Tim: Awcrap.
Chip: *Shaking himself and looking around and oh hey there's a person there!*
Chip: Hi! 8D
Tim: . . .
Tim: *stare*
Tim: *quick glance back at the cabinet, nothing else outta place, no hidden springs. And up to check for puppetstrings. And then back down to stare at the... teacup.*
Tim: o_O
Chip: *Hopping over to your foot clinkclinkclink* Did you get lost in the woods too? :o
Tim: *does not compute* Uhmm.
*lemme just crouch down here to get a better look at you, hi*
Tim: *like, a REALLY good look, because that is definitely a moving face on that teacup* o_O You gotta be kidding...
Chip: No. :o
Tim: *starts!*
Chip: *Inspecting your jeans* Hey you're dressed funny! :o
Tim: You can hear me. o_o
Chip: *Giggling* O'course! You're talking, aren't you? c:
Tim: And-- hey! Who says I gotta take fashion advice from a walkin' teacup!
Chip: *Still giggling* You're weird. c:
Tim: You're a talking teacup. =|
Tim: *pokes*
Chip: *Squirmysquirmy* Heeeeeeey, that tickles! X3
Tim: *startled little laugh!* Sorry. =T
Tim: *still crouching and craning his neck, hands on the floor attempting to examine, wondering tone* So y'can hear me, and feel that-- how can that tickle? You're a CUP--
Tim: uh oh. =[
Chip: What? :o
Tim: Oh man... are you okay? *hovering a finger around the chip off, why am I asking porcelain if it's okay, wtc*
Tim: I didn't mean to, I swear, you just startled me... =[
Chip: Huh? *craaaaaaaaaaaaning what little he has of a . . . "neck" to see what you're poking at* What? :o
Tim: Sorry. You're kind of, um. . . broken. D=
Tim: Listen, maybe I can find the piece... *looking around, checking under the cabinet, maybe this is all just a dream*
Chip: Huh? Oh, yeah, that. *Sheepish little laugh?* It was kinda an accident.
Tim: Yeah! And I'm really sorry, I just kinda acted on reflex when you jumped out at me like that-- *rrgh can't find it under here*
Chip: *Ignoring you, not intentionally, but hey! He doesn't remember seeing this room before so going to investigate! Clinkitclinkclinkclink* Heeeeey, I don't remember this stuff. :T
Chip: An' why's everyone so quiet? :T *nudging a lamp*
Tim: *pulling self out to just sprawl on the floor and stare.*
Tim: . . . Uh, they don't usually talk. o_oa
Chip: Sure they do!
Chip: In the castle they do, anyway. c:
Tim: The castle. o_oa Your castle?
Chip: Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell
Chip: Not my castle. But I live here! c:
Tim: Um. =/
Tim: This's the manor.
Chip: *Blink at you* The manor? But . . . what happened to the castle?
Tim: Uhhh. Probably nothin'?
Tim: I mean, a whole big castle, right? S'not like you can just lose it behind the sink. =/a
Chip: But I did! *Looking around* I was just in the cabinet the whole time. :T
Tim: *looking back at it, that's slightly more manageable* Y'sure it's the same cabinet?
Chip: I don't think so . . .
Chip: And all the dishes inside are just reg'lar dishes. :/
Tim: Insteada ones that talk.
Tim: ... Doesn't that make it hard to EAT?
Chip: What? :o
Tim: If the plates talk!
Chip: No. :o a
Tim: Huh. =|a And you don't have a problem with, y'know... being drunk out of?
Chip: No. :o a
Chip: Not a lot of people come to the castle anyway!
Tim: Must be pretty lively anyway. =|a If everything in it talks.
Tim: *little laugh, sinking his chin into his folded arms* This's too weird.
Chip: *Giggling* Not everything talks, silly! c:
Tim: Uh-huh. =] Just the dishes, and the cups. And the lamps.
Chip: What's a lamp? :o
Tim: *pointing at that one you were nudging* =T
Tim: 'fraid nothin' much talks 'round here.
Chip: Guess I'm really not in the castle then, huh? :T
Tim: Stately Wayne Manor. =T
Chip: Where is it? :o
Tim: Upper Gotham.
Tim: Kinda out on the east edge a' town.
Chip: Where's Upper Gotham? :o
Tim: North part of Gotham City?
Tim: USA?
Tim: Earth? =T
Chip: *Blank*
Tim: Oh wow. You're really outta your turf. . .
Tim: Okay, so, where's the castle?
Chip: *Oh hey, he knows this one!* In France!
Tim: *and he gets a smile for that, alright then!* France! Okay then, that's not too fa- well, it is kinda far. =T
Tim: But you can get there from here!
Chip: Really? 8D
Tim: After awhile. =T And we'd kinda need to know WHERE in France. But at least you're still on Earth, right?
Chip: Yeah! *Hop!*
Tim: *laughing! Kicking his heels up as he watches, head in arms*
Tim: . . . I'm Tim.
Chip: *Hopping up to you!* Hi, Tim! My name's Chip! 8D
Tim: ... seriously? |D
Chip: Yeah? :o
Tim: *snickering!* Nicetameetcha, Chip. *holds out a hand, out of total habit.*
Chip: *Hops into it!*
Tim: *blinkblinkblink* ... wanna see the Manor? =T
Chip: Yeah! 8D
Chip: *Hop!*
Tim: *catch, and cautiously sweeping you back up into the air!*
Tim: *rolling to his feet, let's see if he can catch you on his head!*
Chip: *Laughing, spinning, aiming!*
Tim: *fdsfgs you can aim, that's kind of hilarious, balance-catch!*
Tim: *enjoy ur nice combed-down hairchair?*
Chip: *It's kinda comfy up here and hey no one else ever let me ride on their head!* 8D
Tim: *well you can see better there right, and I'm totally good enough to balance you* =T So this's the main drawing room. . . *lalala Manor tour?*
Tim: *with snarky commentary?*
Chip: *The teacup finds you hilarious*
Chip: *Hope you appreciate this*
Tim: *hell yes I do, laughter is contagious*
Chip: *Except half the time he's laughing at things you weren't necessarily trying to make funny*
Tim: *aw well. He's excused, probably. He's kinda misplaced.*
Tim: And see the really ugly wooden mask, up there on the top shelf?
Chip: Yeah? :o
Tim: Bruce got it from a 'friend'. Vicki. And EVERY TIME Vicki comes over, she's gotta talk about it |D
Tim: so he can't get rid of it or throw it away or burn it or ANYthing. Even though everybody else thinks it's gross.
Chip: *Giggling*
Tim: =|a I dunno WHAT we're gonna tell Bruce...
Chip: About what? :o
Tim: About you! =T
Chip: What about me? :o
Tim: You're a talking teacup. =T
Tim: And you are kinda in his house.
Chip: . . . oh. :T
Chip: Does that mean I gotta leave? :<
Tim: No! =[
Tim: No way. =[ I'll deal with it, it'll be okay.
Tim: He's just gotta... welllll... =/a
Chip: What? :o
Tim: *thinking thinking* I dunno!
Tim: We could try to keep you hidden, I gueeeess... =/a
Bruce: *Why hello there Tim, this is your adoptive father speaking* Keep who hidden?
Tim: *aw jeez holycrap whirling around and catching Chip as he falls off, oh so smooth, Drake, very smooth* Sorry!?
Chip: *Chip is squirming in your hands :o *
Tim: *holding loosely don't wanna break him! aw geez holdstill*
Bruce: *Bruce is looking around the room a bit perturbed* Who were you just talking to?
Tim: I was, uh. Thinking out loud?
Bruce: *Stepping inside, time to investigate* I distinctly heard another voice.
Tim: *hahaha, crap.* Any particular kinda voice? |D;
Tim: *ttly subtle in his hiding of his hands, yep*
Bruce: *Checking out windows, behind curtains, the usual hiding spots* It almost sounded like a young child.
Tim: No kidding! =|
Bruce: *Eyeing you* Are you sure you were in here alone?
Tim: *shrug!!* I was the only person in here last I checked!
Tim: =|
Bruce: *Watching watching watching*
Bruce: Hm. *Alright, since there obviously aren't any other children in here* Have you finished your homework?
Tim: Ahh... done with the math? *one hand scratching head sheepishly, also possibly distracting from the other hand shoving into his baggy pocket?*
Bruce: *Going to leave* Be sure to finish the rest of it quickly. We have work to do tonight.
Tim: YesSIR. *this salute isn't actually a Heil Hitler*
Tim: *really*
Bruce: *His back is turned away*
Bruce: *And he is out the door*
Tim: *he probably saw it somehow anyway. phewwwww*
Chip: *And there is a little teacup squirming around in your pocket* Heeeeeeeeeeey, can I come out now?
Tim: Shhhhhh. *hissed quietly*
Chip: :T
Tim: *gonna just scamper up to my room*
Tim: *enjoy ur quick, wild ride*
Chip: *In ur pocket bouncin around*
Chip: *And giggling*
Tim: *probably involves leaping banisters and sliding through the door*
Tim: *and as soon as the door shuts yes, fishing you out and checkin' for damage.*
Chip: *Hopping around in your hands* That was fun, let's do it again! 8D
Tim: *snickering in relief and triumph!* Maybe some other time. >D
Chip: 8D
Tim: Phoo! *flopping on his bed, tossing you on the nightstand more or less gently*
Chip: *Clackityclack! Investigating your nightstand is go!*
Tim: *not much there but the comb, the laptop, and maybe a minitowel, sorry*
Chip: *Burrowing into the towel anyway!*
Chip: *It's good to be easily amused*
Tim: *snicker. Rolling over to his civics homework.* That was close.
TO BE CONTINUED!?!??!???
(Answer: yes)