InsaneJournal

Who: Beast!Eames, Belle!Ariadne, possibly Arthur at some point?
What: First impressions and all that...
Where: The kitchen in their lovely new house
When: Just after this, 1st November
Rating: They are Disney people. What do you think?
Status: Incomplete



He made his way down the stairs on all fours (well. Three out of four. He was still holding the tiny device for voices in one paw), utterly confused by the strange house he found himself in. There were strange machines in every room, tiny fireplaces, odd furniture and a complete lack of normal decorations. There were paintings on almost every wall, covering all manner of subjects, and a large number of boxes sat about the place, full of all sorts of things. He almost went over to investigate a couple of the boxes, but then his stomach would grumble or growl and he would go further down and round the stairs, and all the while, looking for the kitchens and his staff.

He found the room he was looking for, a warm room that seemed to have a wall and part of a ceiling made from glass, and with a large wooden table set out under the glass roof. It was an excellent warm spot, he noted, then looked round at all the boxes that were piled up in this room as well. Some were obviously empty and he left them be, but there were others that still contained various cooking implements that made no sense to him. There were a few tea mugs hanging on hooks over by the odd-looking stove, and a metal thing full of water that was somehow attached to the wall. "I want tea," he told them, then sat down on his hind legs to wait for them to do their job. His tail swished across the floor as he waited. but nothing seemed to be happening, even when he repeated himself a few times, getting louder every time. This also made no sense to him.

Finally, he got back to his feet, and then stood up on his hind legs as he started to check in all the cupboards. He was careful at first, asking the cups and plates if they knew how to make him a pot of tea and perhaps a few steaks, but not one of them would reply. Dropping back down to stand on all fours, he left the talking machine on the counter and started checking through all the cupboards on the ground. There were saucepans and frying pans and all kinds of different things, and not one of them was polite enough to reply to him. He responded by pulling everything out of every bottom-cupboard that he could find, determined to find a working teapot, or even an annoying little mantle-clock and candlestick. They would be able to make him something to eat, he was sure of it.