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.