Fairies Are Not Bugs! [Active]

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Character(s): Tinkerbell, Timon
Content: Tinkerbell vs the furry striped jerk. GO!
Setting: Jogo da Crianca
Time: Morning, Week 34
Warnings: None.

Tinkerbell had resigned herself to the fact that she was in this strange new world without Peter Pan or the Lost Boys. Luckily, Sora was here and she'd already made a couple of good friends, but she felt a bit trapped. She wanted adventure, excitement! Fairies weren't meant to just sit idle on book shelves.

So flew out of her new home and out into the fresh air of the city, trailing golden dust behind her. She laughed as she shocked some of the townspeople, mischievously zooming into their vision or tugging a sleeve here and there. Eventually her flight pattern brought her to the park, the only place under the domes that had even a trace of the wildness she was used to -- and even that was carefully groomed and meticulous.

Hovering low over the grass, Tinkerbell made a lazy loop, trailing golden dust behind her before she landed gracefully.

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Timon shot Tinkerbell an offended look. Forever? He wasn’t that slow, regardless how much he complained about getting places taking just that, forever. They’d walk. Walking was good enough for everyone else, why did they have to be any different? The meerkat found himself asking that again when he found himself covered in the same golden dust that had lead him to the pixie earlier. Hunched awkwardly in place, he scrunched his nose at the mysterious dust. What. Was. This? Timon looked almost disgusted as he looked himself over. Hopefully ‘pixie dust’ wasn’t just another name for-

“They’re only grumpy and sour after being beat up by… by…!” Unable to finish his sentence, Timon let out a sneeze which caused him to let go of the branches he had been holding, again, and be slapped by them, again. There were no happy thoughts here. The angry growl from his stomach said that it agreed to the thought. Although, it did make him wonder what he could have been eating instead of carrying this lady back to Sora’s. Like, real pancakes with a mountain of fruit piled on top and whipped cream. Strawberries, grapes, bananas, kiwis, cantaloupe, maybe even a side of flies and… why could he no longer feel the ground?

Glancing down at his feet, he found them moving further away from the ground by the second. Immediately, he did the first thing he could think of, scream. “No, no! No! No, this is not happening. This is not real! This is just a dream.” Scrambling to find something to hold on to, he clung desperately onto one of the branches he had been holding prior. “Just a terrible, terrible dream.” He hugged the branch while his feet continued to pull upward. “There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home!”