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 Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 12:19 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 4:13 pm
The Wish
The morning of the strange occurrence in Ixxie Mizerlou’s life happened to be a Tuesday. She woke later than she usually did, falling out of bed around noon instead of six am. The woman had started getting used to getting up earlier seeing as her son, Phineas, tended to want to be out and about or in the library or something, and she had to get that stuff done with him before three when she opened the shop. However, today she wasn’t planning on opening it (she planned on taking a drive with her son later on), and Phineas was staying with her friend Charlie since the boy had wanted to hang with Charlie’s niece and nephews overnight.
Stretching, the woman dragged herself up off the floor and went about her morning routine as usual. She was planning on going to pick up Phineas and was just walking out the doors towards her car when the pink haired lady spotted something odd. On the ground before her were chalk white arrows leading somewhere beyond her front steps. What the heck? Um okay, lessee where they go. Being as the woman was the only one in the house and those hadn’t been there yesterday when she took Phineas out, so they were obviously directing her somewhere.
The woman didn’t quite pay attention to how long she was slowly striding down the path laid out before her but she did realize when she reached their destination, so to speak. Continuing onward, she smiled a bit as she semi-recognized the location and the method she’d been brought there by. They were the words of a poem she’d become fond of on this planet, having accidentally stumbled upon the poem books by that author when looking through the library for art books and design ideas. The tattooist had become rather fond of that poem and the others she’d found so it was rather nice and amusing to see one come to life a bit.
“Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, and we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, for the children, they mark, and the children, they know the place where the sidewalk ends.” The tattooist recited the verse from memory as she walked forward into the strange place, somewhat wondering why she’d been brought there.
Eventually, she managed to find her way to the base of the Wishing Tree and ended up finding a funny fruit fallen beneath it. With a shrug the woman knelt and picked it up to bite in. Being a rather quirky person, most desires in Isabella’s head were whimsical and odd, rather than for anything in particular. As far as she knew there wasn’t anything she really wanted or needed besides the odd random desire – which is what ended up being chosen. A wish to dance naked in the moonlight was what was granted, as the woman soon found out.
Before the woman’s eyes a child seemed to materialize. He was feathered, had big yellow eyes and small spectacles and a necklace of lightbulbs. Blinking at him and looking down at the fruit in her hand, the woman shrugged and held it out to the toddling. No reason not to share, now was there?
The pudgy boy grinned happily at the pink haired tattooist and reached out, taking the fruit from her and munging on it as she walked over to pick him up.
“Looks like Phineas has gotten himself a brother. I shall have to think of something equally cute and dorky to call you……hrrrrrm………” and with that, the woman carried the small one home from the place where the sidewalk ends and back to her home. When she actually did pick Phineas up, she’d decided to call the moonkin child Cornelius, and though the older boy was slightly surprised to have a sibling now, the pair took a liking to each other immediately. How neat.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 10:41 am
Bonding and Toys - Part 1
Bonding time, a special thing between families. Be it cooking together, playing sports, or…raiding a toy store? Now, one could not say that Phineas and Cornelius were the most spoiled or even sporty children. Truthfully, the pair had very few actual ‘toys’ at home. Their playthings usually consisted of the books they found or art projects with their mother, and money that would be spent on toys and games with other children was used more for going out or purchasing odds and ends to use for these art projects. However, Miss Mizerlou felt it necessary for her boys to at least have one or two toys about to amuse themselves with and keep active when she had to work rather than having to content themselves with trying to take apart her appliances.
So it was that she had taken the boys to the local large toy warehouse. It was filled with all sorts of things from the simple sort like jacks to crazy complicated like easy bake ovens or science kits. As part of their new ‘project’, Ixxie had told the boys to look in the simple active toys – things like jump ropes and whatnot – and pick something out that they liked. They were under orders to pick out something very simple in design and look since they were going to be ‘enhancing’ it. That usually meant, where their mother was concerned, that the items they chose were going to get doodled on, spangled up, and made just a tad more interesting.
Cornelius – the more active of the two – had gone off in search of a ball immediately. The boy liked the idea of being able to get a nice big bouncy ball that he could draw things all over and use for silly games. Had he wanted blocks or a toy boat, his mother would have gotten out a plank of wood and given the child a lesson in how to use a saw. But a big rubber ball? Now that Isabella could not produce so fast and so he sought it out.
The elder and more thoughtful of the pair, Phineas decided on something else his mother could not make for him. He spent some time looking at jump ropes and puzzles but both of those were easily over ruled – already the boy was able to reason what could and could not be made at home much better. A jump rope was merely a fancy cord – one his mother could find a better one of – and two handles – something that could easily be made of wood. And a puzzle? It was merely a board with a computer digitized image upon it that was cut up and had to be put together. They could have a much more unique one just by having Ixxie get the right kind of board and the trio drawing pictures upon it before cutting it up. No he, like his brother, deigned it would be better to pick up something his mother could not as easily make with them. But, unlike Corne, he wanted something he could spangle up more without ruining its proper use. One couldn’t put fake gems on a ball without affecting how it bounced.
He was just about to give up as not having found something productive when the boy passed a wrack of strange round plastic objects. Pulling a plain white one out, he found it to be a hoop of some sort – a hula hoop? How neat! Deciding on that item as his prize, the moose return to his mother and smiled, showing her the item.
“Hula hoop, huh? Plenty of neat things we can do with it, though we’ll have to make sure to keep it balanced on both sides.” Ixxie commented, turning it on its side and checking for bends or breaks. In stores such things tended to happen but this one seemed to be good – and its color was just right to be painted over.
After a while, both boys were walking out of the store with their prizes. A giant smooth rubber ball for one and the hula hoop for the other. The next destination on their journey was the arts and crafts store. After that trip was when the real bonding would begin.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 1:37 pm
Bonding and Toys - Part 2
The trip to the arts and crafts store had been short but productive for the trio, in search of things to decorate and customize their new playthings. They already had many things at the house for art projects and whatnot but Ixxie was decidedly out of wood planks, among other things, and she’d wanted to make them a few other items to mess around with. Even so, shopping hadn’t taken long and the boys and their mother were soon home again to work on their project.
Painting the toys happened first. Since they were going to start with airbrushing on a base coat, Ixxie needed to be able to take them outside and work on that since the paint fumes and such in their small home wasn’t healthy and they needed to do the outdoor portion before nightfall. Setting up the machines and showing her toddlers how to work them didn’t take more than an hour and a half, the boys were soon poking about with the airbrush, taking turns and having a grand old time.
Some would consider it a good idea to finish up the coloration for them where they missed spots or messed up by splotching on too much, but Isabella left it as is. Her boys could pride themselves on the fact that they’d done it themselves, without any help besides the initial instruction and showing them how to adjust the equipment when they messed up or forgot how to work the tools. The painting was theirs, faults and all.
Next they went inside to do the more simple work. In Cornelius’s case, it was working with a smaller and more detailed paintbrush to try and get little designs and workings in on the spherical toy he’d picked up. In the case of his sibling, it was wrapping ribbons around some parts of his hoop and bedazzling it in some areas (though minus the over priced machinery.) Ixxie moved about between the two, making sure they were careful with their tools, assisting where an extra pair of hands was needed, and just generally monitoring the activity. It warmed her heart to see them having a good time doing something creative. The boys weren’t particularly artsy type people but they had fun with their crafts and such as much as she did.
After a good few hours of this sort of thing, the woman decided it was time to clean up and take a break for a while. Their projects needed to dry, and the boys needed a chance to relax and do something else, lest they become bored too fast, and Ixxie needed to make dinner. So while she got up to see what could be made – tonight it looked like baked chicken – the boys stretched out on either end of the sofa for a nap. It’d been a tiring but fun way to spend most of the day.
The rest of the evening seemed to prove the project wasn’t getting picked up again that night. Phineas picked up whatever novel he’d been in the middle of to begin reading again, and Cornelius went over to the area he’d designated as his ‘work zone’ to start fiddling with some broken appliances his mother had gotten for him to take apart. Ixxie herself went to start some sketches for a puzzle she had decided they should make at some point. After that, the three went out onto their little back porch to watch the stars till bedtime rolled around.
The following morning, Ixxie had to work so the boys were left to their usual activities till she got home to help them finish their toys. Her shop was just off of their home, so the boys were easily monitored and she could check on them frequently between customers. It wasn’t until she’d closed up for the day that they finally got back to their projects.
Before too long the boys had their toys completed – or almost, anyway. It was a custom in their home to name frequently used items and appliances (which is why the toaster was dubbed Phillip, though that was also due to it having a face doodled on the side done by Ixxie years prior.) So Phineas and Corne had to debate on the titles to give their new toys – that was another fun part of this process.
At long last, and after a lot of deliberation, the names were settled. Cornelius had named his multi-colored and designed bouncy ball ‘The Pink Canary’ for reasons he didn’t’ want to explain, and Phineas had settled on calling the now ribboned, bedazzled and tasseled hula hoop ‘Martha’. Honestly, Ixxie thought they were decent for being named by children following an obscure little household tradition – and anyway, considering their fridge was called Jeb and the freezer was Old Purple Wainscotting (long story), they fit right in.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 10:17 pm
Random Ridiculousness Ahoy!
There are some fun things that surpass the boundaries of time, gender, and not being from the same dimension. In the Mizerlou household, karaoke in silly outfits seemed to be one of them. Or well, if by karaoke, one meant dancing and singing loudly along with a song one knew from the radio. Whilst wearing really really odd homemade accessories.
It had all come of Ixxie going to the dollar store to buy something to drink on her way home from grocery shopping. The boys were with her, of course, and ended up exploring the odd things hanging about as they wandered through the store. One such thing they spotted was a group of little girls putting on crummy plastic tiaras and ratty feather boas. Idly, the boys had asked their guardian why they were so awful looking to which she responded ‘because they were factory produced and made to be cheap not nice and durable’.
Somehow, this had morphed into the desire to see if they could make better. So off to their favorite craft store the three went, picking up things like feathers, beads and wire. After a couple hours of work at home, they’d ended up each creating a tiara of some sort that suited their tastes and decided it was only right to put on their new regal garments and do something fun.
Something fun was deemed to be ordering pizza and turning on the radio to see what sort of songs they could find. They’d ended up on a station that claimed to play the biggest hits of the ‘eighties, nineties and today!’ On that station, the current song starting was by some guy with groovy beats and rather fun, loving lyrics. What else could be expected to come of this but the trio singing along loudly once they figured out the words?
“Together forever, and never to paaaaaaaaaart!” Phineas sang into a large paint brush, twirling in his fluffy feathery boa and overly bedazzled tiara.
“Together forever we twwwooooo.” Cornelius had the next line, most of the line in his deep voice, but the final word cooed like a near bird hoot. His boa was simpler – meant to stand out from his feathers but not look ridiculous with them – and his tiara was to match, mostly only made of wire but very intricate. He was singing into his mallet.
“And don’t you know Iiiiii would move heaven and earth…” Ixxie continued, whirling around in her nutty looking boa – all crazy feathers and beads – and Seussified tiara. The pink haired woman’s ‘microphone’ was a hairbrush.
“To be together forever with yooooooou!” the trio chorused at last, before collapsing into giggles. Well that’d been pointlessly silly. But they were all secure in their sanity and masculinity to be able to do such things without feeling weird. And that’s just the fun a family can have together. Though, I can’t say the pizza man wasn’t a bit confused when the door was opened by a small moose with glasses in a tiara and feather boa. That’d been a bit odd.
(Lyrics from Together Forever - Rick Astley)
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 10:36 pm
Reserved
For PD with Ashton
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 12:48 pm
Quest time!An old VHS tape arrives in the mail for Phineas, delivered in a non descript brown envelope. The sticker says that it's a movie called The Pagemaster. But as Phineas begins to watch said movie, it becomes clearer to him that he is becoming just like the child in the story - and is experiencing life within a book! (If you are unfamiliar with the movie: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Pagemaster ) You can choose any book for Phineas to travel into. He will not really disappear into it (he is actually fast asleep) but the experience will seem incredibly real to him. Pick any story, preferably a well known one, and have Phineas overcome a challenge similar to one that the main character would, in that case. He is accompanied by three book friends sent to help him (just like in the movie) : Adventure, Fantasy, and Horror! Once the adventure is complete, the Pagemaster will bid Phineas adieu .. until next time! Good luck, young Hiccup!
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 2:29 pm
Into a Book? - Part 1
At Ixxie’s house, the boys were very responsible and tended to do many chores around the house – for example, getting and sorting the mail. Generally, the boys didn’t receive anything – it was mostly just ads or bills that the family got – but today there was something more. In a strange brown envelope addressed to the elder son was found a video. Now, this took a few minutes of reasoning – the family didn’t even own a TV, let alone a VCR, and why was someone sending him an old VHS anyway?
Had the boys been fond of horror movies, it might have been conjectured to be a freaky film that would kill the watcher in seven days time. As they hadn’t exactly watched many movies – maybe a few animated flicks or a few movies with fabulous special effects – they had no way of knowing about this idea. Instead, Phineas and Cornelius were reasoning out how the boy would even watch the movie and how come whoever had sent it had picked a film when the didn’t have anything to view it on.
Eventually it was decided that Phineas could go over to Ixxie’s best friend’s home. Charlie and his family owned a large TV (usually used for games or movies) and had no problem with Phineas going over to see this strange movie. So off he’d gone to see this strange movie. The day chosen for this was one that most of the family was out so they wouldn’t bug him if it was something important – Ebony’d said it probably wasn’t, having recognized the film, seeing as they owned a copy of The Pagemaster. Either way, the moose child was left on his own to watch the movie.
Things had started out okay enough – the movie didn’t seem anything too interesting. Though a very friendly child and tending to get along with most people, Phineas found a very hard time identifying with – or even wanting to support – the main character initially. He understood very well that the boy needed to learn lessons and probably would during the course of the movie – but that didn’t make him any more likeable in the beginning when he was running off facts and being so fearful of everything.
As the film started to get into the real story, some details became a bit more intriguing. He found that the rather nutty librarian – an actor his mother was actually fond of, one Christopher Lloyd – was rather amusing and the talking books somewhat interesting. Though, he couldn’t help but think this was just a little weird. However as the film started to progress and the child’s eyes started to droop, he was unknowingly starting on his own tale, in the world of The Pagemaster.
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 7:11 pm
Into a Book? - Part 2
In Phineas’ dream he seemed to have been taken to a library? The boy stared around, scratching his head a bit. Huh? This was that one from the movie – it was easy to tell since he was on his back in the middle of that weird compass in the middle room staring up at the painting of the Pagemaster. What? How had this happened?
“Avast ye!” a strangely familiar voice came from somewhere to his right.
The moose blinked and turned his head to the sound and promptly bonked his antler on the floor. Oh man, that had hurt – it always jarred his whole body when he bumped his antlers unexpectedly. “Ow…”
“Oh no, Master went bump!” another slightly familiar voice from his other side this time. What?
“Are you okay, sweetie?” the third voice was female and quiet suddenly up in front of him was fluttering the large purple book. She was one of the three from the movie – the one called Fantasy with the magic wand that fizzled out in areas besides her section. Well that explained where he recognized the voices – the other two had to be Adventure and Horror!
“I’m okay. Just a bit out of sorts. That happens whenever I hit my antlers on things, don’t worry.” The toddler explained, standing shakily.
“All ri-hey wait! What’re you? Some kind of weird animal or another?” Adventure lifted his false eyepatch to get a good look at Phineas before letting it snap back into place.
“I’m a moose. Or well, and a boy but that part was obvious.” The tot explained, fishing a small rag out of his pocket to clean off his glasses before he put them back on his face the right way. They’re apparently ended up a little dust covered and had been sitting wrong on his muzzle when he’d landed and shortly after bumped his head.
“That’s rather strange but I see all sorts in my section. Do you come to the library often, hon?” the female of the group said, rolling her eyes at the way Adventure was still starring and stammering in confusion.
“Yes, frequently, with my mother and my brother. Though, I don’t have my card on me today – I was visiting a friend’s house when I landed here.”
“Well that’s good that you like to read.” Was Fantasy’s reply with an approving nod. He couldn’t check them out due to his lack of a library card but at present, he was there in a dream anyway so it didn’t matter.
It didn’t take long for the little one to properly collect himself and realize that since he was in the movie’s plot, he’d have to follow its rules – that meant heading to the fiction section with his trio of new companions. As they walked, a minor discussion of interests and tastes in stories was discussed – Phineas was broad enough in his tastes that he managed to decently please all three books with them. As he was still rather young, the boy hadn’t read all of the great classics but that was forgivable and he was getting there at least.
It seemed that since the production of the film, the layout of the library had been a bit altered. This change might have been due to a resurgence of interest and funding in the public institution, or it might have just been due to Phineas’ mind adjusting the setting to what he generally saw in libraries these days. This meant that fiction wasn’t quite categorized just by fantasy, adventure or horror, and sections were all mixed up beyond relief.
So, because of this rearrangement, it was of no surprise that they ended up in a very strange setting. As they walked things had gone from looking like a neat library to being the grounds of a small empty cottage. Looking about for the inhabitants of the cottage, the brunette hoped to be directed to the exit. However, he soon found there were other issues to be dealt with.
“Horror! Adventure! What are you doing?” Phineas asked as he turned around and spotted the pair of books munching on a few plants pulled from the garden of the cottage. “Those aren’t ours to take.”
“Ack, no one’s even here so they’re ripe for the takin’, lad-…die?” his tone completely changed as the vegetables dropped from the pirate’s mouth and a dark shadow seemed to tower over them from behind the boy, causing his distress. Horror screamed at the sight and Fantasy didn’t exactly look pleased, fluttering up by Phineas’ head and trying to tell him now might be a good time to leave when she was cut off.
“Well, well, well, what have we here?” a cackle rose from behind the moose’s head as the person spoke.
Wheeling around, Phineas found himself faced to face with an old crone who seemed to be gone batty with insane glee. Being a polite boy, after he got over his moment of being startled, the moose bowed a bit and smiled (goggle)sheepishly at her.
“I’m sorry ma’am, is this your home? My friends seem to have started eating from your garden by mistake. I apologize. Did you want something to make up for it?” he offered shyly. Ixxie had always taught the child good manners, and even if someone was a creepy looking old crone didn’t necessarily mean that they were evil.
“Hehehe, yes, yes I do little boy. Your friends have eaten from my very special garden so that means your life is forfeit to me. Come this way,” the witch laughed before promptly grabbing Phineas by the antlers and yanking him off, running at a very strange speed for such an old woman. The books gave chase but it was of use – they’d never catch up to that crone now!
Just because they couldn’t catch the witch did not mean they couldn’t try to rescue their new friend. Across the land they trekked, following the trail of the witch from the sunny cottage on the edge of a hill into a huge and intimidating forest. There, they came upon a house upon chicken legs with a girl poking her blonde head from the attic.
“Rapunzel! Rapunzel, honey! What are you doing here? I thought you lived in a tower, sweetheart.” Fantasy called to her, fluttering up to the girl.
The young girl blinked, looking at the purple female as she continued to brush her long luxurious hair. “Oh, no, sweetheart. See, that’s always a misinterpretation. I don’t live in a tower – I live in the attic of this house. The Baba Jaga stole me as a baby and I’ve lived with her since. Having long hair is the only way anyone can get up to my room anymore, though. After a few wrong steps by the house one day my bed and dresser moved and ended up covering the door up here – but I really like where they are now so we’re just coping.”
“Huh, interesting – anyway! Have you seen a witch run by here with a little moose boy? We’re trying to find him!” the purple book continued. Now was not the time to wonder over the details of fractured fairytales.
“No, I am afraid I have not. Though if you are looking for a witch, B-yaggs has her bridge and poker club tonight – that’s choked full of witches.” The girl responded with a friendly shrug, pointing kindly towards the general direction of the party.
The book nodded and returned to her companions, directing them towards the party and heading off that way with them. It didn’t take long to spot the immense tower with a couple of witches circling and flying into the only entrance on their brooms. It seemed proper seclusion required a proper impenetrable-by-outsiders meeting place, and that meant a tower with no doors to get in but several floors and a very large window at the top.
Outside of this building seemed to be some of the few witches that didn’t fly, waiting in a group. One of which who highly resembled that witch which they had been chasing, though now she seemed to have a large stack of pizzas. The trio of fiction had just reached their group and were about to announce themselves when the witch started to call something up to the top.
“Hey! Phin! Hon, let down your Antlers!” she called loudly, “I’m back with dinner and the ladies gotta get in, sweetums.”
From window a bucket seat was lowered, a teenaged boy seated inside of it and using a rope to lower himself. His antlers were huge, large enough for several people to sit upon comfortably. And that is exactly what the witches did, climbing on with the assistance of the young man – thanking him kindly for his assistance (they were all very old and had rheumatism, among other things, they needed comfy seats). Fantasy, Horror, and Adventure stared in shock for a little bit. Um…what? Okay, they’d have to get to the bottom of this. So, the three of them jumped on as well just as Phin started pulling the whole group up the rope with his newfound older strength.
Once inside and after taking the witches about to where they needed to go, the boy ended up taking the pizzas to set up on a table full of all sorts of dishes for the party. It was about then that the books managed to crawl along the now teenaged boy’s antlers to ask just what was going on.
“Phineas, sweetheart, what happened to you?” Fantasy asked, fluttering over to the boy to stare at him over his now much smaller glasses.
“Well, Old Missy brought me here and stuck me in a special room called a Hyperbolic Time Chamber – she said she borrowed it from a graphic novel – so that I could age up very quickly. While I was in there, she had me spin some straw into gold so she could afford to go out and buy all of the makings for dinner since us tramping around in her garden and eating some of her plants completely ruined the crops she wanted for the party tonight.” The former child explained in a long drawn out statement. “The straw spinning was really hard at first but I got it eventually and while I was doing that and hefting all that gold I got older and much stronger and my antlers grew – Old Missy helped with a spell so I could help carry people in. Her friends are mostly all getting on in years so they need a lot of help and just can’t be dragging all of this stuff about so I offered to help out.”
Honestly, this got a bunch of very confused and weirded out stares from the trio of books. It seemed the child’s friendliness, generosity, and politeness had won over the witches to him and blinded him to the fact that he’d just been kidnapped but was helping the person who did it out. He seemed to just generally be to nice a boy and this story – or compellation, as it was turning into – was just too weird to give him proper trials it seemed.
Things seemed to be going well with the party – Phineas introduced his companions to the witches and things were going along swimmingly till dinner was finished and the games started. As snacks were passed around, Old Missy noticed with distaste that she must’ve missed the date on the magic bean dip and it was expired – this resulted in her tossing the now open container out of the window. To try and make up for it, the moose quickly located some yogurt for the older female and chopped up some magic apples one of her friends provided her with to serve.
Passing those out had been a great save – that was, until poor B-yaggs got some. One Miss Whinnie often says that every time the Baba Jaga eats an apple, somebody falls out of bed. Well, apparently in this instance, when the Baba Jaga eats a magic apple slide dipped in yogurt, our heroes will fall out of the tower they’d been in. Phineas, Fantasy, Adventure and Horror were all sent plummeting towards the ground, flung randomly out of the window by strange magic they didn’t understand.
Luckily for them, the group landed safely right on the top of a quickly growing beanstalk. It was strange and twisted and didn’t lead quite to the sky seeing as it was made from magic bean dip not beans themselves. Up, up, up and around they went, Horror getting utterly scared by the random jolts and changes in direction along the way, and Adventure seeming to get a bit twisted beanstalk sick.
They finally made it off of the crazy plant when it burst through the floor of a giant chessboard. There a rather frumpy woman decked in a regal red dress was having tea in front of a man in a top had and a hare of sorts – both of which were bound and gagged, sitting on clocks. The clocks spinning in opposite directions that seemed to like bonking the two characters’ heads together when the alarms went off (which didn’t take more than a minute or two for all the rotations).
Highly displeased to have her tea and show interrupted by a young man with a bunch of books clinging to his antlers, the Queen screeched in rage and picked up a huge battle axe from out of no where. “YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!” she screeched and promptly started chasing the now long legged moose boy.
Tearing across the board and past a bunch of very angry card soldiers and chessmen, Phineas and his friends found themselves in a decidedly less pleasant situation. So he continued to do the only thing he could think of – run for his life till he got a better idea! This carried them so far that they ended up escaping the Queen by jumping into a neighboring section.
This section consisted of a huge cloud with a gigantic castle – way too big for any regular person to reside in. The moose and his literary companions managed to sneak into this building through the servants’ entrance. Here, bunches of goose people were currently hiding under their furniture from their boss - a giant who was currently out walking his pet. Said pet was a large and malicious looking black dragon on a leash that kept hissing smoke at the help and causing all sorts of trouble.
Talks with the people seemed to determine that they had all been captured from a foreign kingdom and were being held prisoner by the tyrant of a giant. Being too good of a soul to let this go unchecked and way too into the story for his own good, Phineas allowed himself to be charged with the task they had for him. That task was of going into the giant’s treasure room to see if there was any sort of magic weapon that could help him beat the giant and dragon and free them all.
Though the group was worried, the boy put Fantasy and Horror on lookout duty while he and Adventure searched through the treasure room for something they could use. It was all gold and funds stolen, or gained through the forced labor of the goose people, or gained from those who challenged the giant and failed. Finding nothing, they were about to head out and see what else could be done when Phineas tripped over a large metal object.
Some who had heard the story of Jack and the Beanstalk have heard of the goose that laid golden eggs or a magic harp. This item was neither of those – it was a magical golden harpoon that had long ago been fashioned as part of a statue to the god of the goose people. Picking it up, Phineas got an idea.
Seeing as both the giant and the dragon were too tough to take with one method alone, the boy had to be creative. When the giant was on his way home, the moose rushed out with the books in a satchel on his back and threw the harpoon at the giant’s pet dragon, landing a square hit. The moose boy then charged forward and used another spear he’d found as a pole to vault himself up at the giant and knock him from the cloud with his antlers. The teenaged boy tried to use the giant’s body as a point to leap off of as they fell. He jumped from there to the nearby mountain where the Exit waited for them.
Through the mighty doors at the exit, Phineas and his companions found the Pagemaster grinning and laughing pleasantly. After congratulations and goodbyes, he let Phineas go home again until next time…
It was at that point that the moose’s eyes opened once more. He wasn’t in a library or even a strange place – he was laying on the couch of Dartsmoore’s home with his glasses off and the end credits of a movie playing. Strangely, the child felt a bit bigger now. Though that may just be the after effects of the dream on him – or was it?
(The characters Fantasy, Adventure, Horror and the Pagemaster do not belong to me and are from the move The Pagemaster.
The creative & literary characters, concepts and stories used in this are: Rapunzel, the Baga Jaga, Jack & the Beanstalk, Snow White (only minorly), and Alice in Wonderland. Oh! And Dragonball Z
The bizarre mishmashing would be my fault ^~)
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 3:29 pm
The Arrival Ixxie sighed as she entered her house and leaned against the wall. Damn, long day indeed. First, she'd had to take Phineas and Cornelius to the store – there were year end sales to hit up, after all. Then they got home and found they needed groceries. So they'd had to go back out again and get that and soon as the little family was home, Ixxie found some letter had been delivered specifying she had to go visit some strange place all the way in another town. Leaving Corni with Phineas, she'd had to go out once again, this time to Durem. And when she got there, she had to trek all over looking for these caves the letter talked about. At these strange caves, she'd met a pair of people who looked quite a lot like children (though no child she'd ever met had argued with her about whether she was or was not 30 seconds late or 5 milliseconds early). With them had been a little girl, who she was given care of. A cute little thing with purple hair, headwings and a knack with electricity (she had been carrying around a string of christmas lights, which was the only way Ixxie had known). After being given charge of the child, Ixxie'd bid the duo farewell and took the kiddo home, which was something she was super glad about. The pink haired lady smiled a bit as she went to sit down and watched her sons greeting and playing with their new little sister. Julie – as they'd dubbed her – had become instantly attached to Phineas and his antlers, and the feathery and furry Cornelius. The two in turn had had fun stringing the Christmas lights up so they were holding up her hair in pigtails and blinking. They'd even insisted on a picture together, even so soon after meeting, so the woman had had to get up and arrange for that. Well, one thing was for sure already: Julie would be fitting in just fine there.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 3:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 10:34 pm
The Second Arrival Ixxie Mizerlou was known for odd tastes in collecting. She collected odd art things, odd nicknacks and odd children. So when she came home with a large mannequin with ball-joints, a rainbow furry dress, fancy eyes and a pocketwatch wound round its neck, no one was at all surprised. In fact, her kids had actually liked it. Julie had insisted on them putting the funny doll up in her room, and Corni and Phineas had helped her put a set of her fake butterfly/fairy wings on it, which Julie had glued on with glitter paste. After all – if the dress was glued on, why shouldn't they make the wings stay too? All was calm and normal for a day or so. Till one morning the woman was woken up to a very shrill scream from Julie. The artist dashed out of bed and into her daughter's room to see what was causing the fuss. “Pogo” and “Patton” as the mannequin and watch had been dubbed were looking very bad. Pogo's color had started to vanish, leaving the previously vibrant doll very plain looking. But the loss of color was slow, dripping down from the doll like paint that'd been washed off. Julie was curled on her bed and sobbing, watching the large amount of rainbow goo forming a puddle on her floor. The pink haired woman had had to pick the tot up, snuggling and comforting her, as Julie was very upset at losing her favorite toy. It'd been a bit strange to see, but the toddler had insisted on sitting Pogo down to have a tea party with her the other day, and had seemed quite attached to the funny creation. Now it was melting and she was scared to lose it. “Oh mommyyyyyyyyy!” the imp sniffled, clutching Ixxie's shirt, “Make the color come back!” Ixxie sighed, patting her daughter's head and waiting for the drippy dropping to stop. Phineas had grabbed a mop after popping in to see what was up, and though he was trying to get the messy pile of color mopped up, it was avoiding him completely, slooshing and sloshing out of the way. The woman sighed again, shaking her head. “Leave it, Phin. Out of everything weird it's done, dripping rainbows is the least of our problems.” the pink haired woman said, waving her hand a bit. “Just let it pool up and we'll see what happens when it's done.” The moose boy shrugged and yawned a bit. “I'm going back to sleep.” he commented, going back to his and Corne's room. That left just Ixxie and Julie and the pile of goo. It was funny, only the mannequin was dripping – the watch stayed perfectly in tact. After she'd calmed down from the shock of her new 'friend''s color melting, Julie was perfectly calm and excited about watching the dripping color. She cheered on the goopy rainbow as she and her mother watched the little spectacle. It took a little bit, but soon enough there was a large mass of color on the floor, having dripped there slowly. Next, however, the watch started to lose its color, but unlike the doll it was on, the color from it seeped out in one mass and slid slowly down the body and formed into its own blob at the feet. The two blobs sat there for a few moments before starting to form up into shapes. And before long, there before the mother and daughter, were two little girls that couldn't look more different. The first words out of Julie's mouth? “YAY SISTERS!”
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 10:36 pm
Growth Response - Pogo and Patton Situating rooms is a tough job when you've got two new children that you weren't expecting. Luckily for Ixxie Mizerlou, her home was large enough that it allowed for more than one kid to share a room comfortably. Soon after their “birth” so to speak, the two girls had immediately started to get acquainted with their siblings. Julie had rushed over to give them hugs and chatter, and the boys had entered the room shortly after to see their new siblings as well. Pogo and Julie had hit it off the best. While Patton seemed more normal, she was also a little less bouncy and touchy feely than the other two, and found herself more interested in Cornelius's necklace of lightbulbs and the fact that her brothers had antlers, than in what colors the room was. It didn't take long for Ixxie to figure out that if anyone was going to stay in here, it'd be Pogo, and Patton would end up bunking with the boys. It wasn't really a bad thing – after all, the bunk bed her sons had had didn't fit Phineas anymore, so he had moved onto a bigger bed and there was an empty spot just for a little girl. As for Pogo, she and Julie had completely started ignoring the others in favor of running over to investigate the latter's ever growing stuffed animal collection and gab about Julie's best friend – a sweet girl named Imani. Over the next few days, most would expect a period of adjustment, but just like with Julie, the twins fit in perfectly. Patton didn't take long at all to claim some of Cornelius's “workshop” space in the basement and attempt to help him “invent” and “fix” things. Pogo and Julie had not only figured out how they wanted to convert their bedroom, but had started stringing the beads and picking out the fabric they were going to dye for the curtains between their halves of the room – because every girl wants her own “room” some of the time. It was silly but then again, so was her family. And Ixxie couldn't be happier with it.
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 10:48 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 10:52 pm
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