paixaorpg | Life's a tunnel [active]

Character(s): Ma, open
Content: Ma's been keeping distracted while her son explores the big ol' world.
Setting: Wherever someone wants her to pop out :D
Time: Late afternoon
Warnings: A certain song getting in your head?

Ma had been very reserved lately, once more sucking in her fears and worries to let Timon out from under her loving care and out into the big, new world that was Paixao. She could do it! She could. It was hard, sure. It was insufferable. She just... needed to keep herself distracted and watch (and sometimes listen) from afar. And what was the best distraction for a meerkat? Well.

Funny you should ask.

Beneath the floorboard of the building Timon had moved his mother to was the start of a tunnel system. There was no real order to the system of tunnels; in fact, there was none to speak of. After all, the digging was her distraction - anytime her worry returned in full force, her tunnel jerked off in some other direction...

But she always made it "home"... enough to make face if Timon returned...

Eventually, the meerkat manages to burrow back to the surface somewhere in Paixao, humming a tune softly, piling dirt away from her hole and quickly surveying her surroundings.

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Iroh had been working on a new delivery system for his tea that would leave him more able to relax during busy days. He had devised a pulley system that would have secured ropes brings trays to any table in the restaurant and then give the customers the work of bringing the tray down from there. All in all, it was a rough day. Engineering had never been one of his strong suits, and there were countless cups on the ground. Fortunately, he had discovered the unbreakable plastic cups available around the city before embarking on his adventure. His ceramics were too precious to waste on trial runs.

He was working on measuring another length of rope across his shop floor, humming his own tune. Slowly, there was another hummed tune that was dissonant with his own. He noticed his notes were off and tried to hum again, only noticing the other humming growing louder. He looked around the shop to see if any customers were coming in, but every time he turned his wide body, he saw no one else near him. He kept spinning as the humming continued to grow louder. Finally, Ma had made it through the floor of The Golden Turtle.

He looked down at the newest visitor, blinking a few times while still holding rope that had wrapped around his body into an odd knot.

"We also have a front door," he noted with the two inches of slack his lassoed body could afford.

Ma, despite all her attention to her surroundings, still jumped at the voice, then quickly squints in the mook's direction. Skepticism begins to cross the lines of the meerkat's face. "A front door, huh? Sounds like something Timmy would concoct..." Skylight, anyone? It was hard to say that there were any such doors in the tunnels - here or back in the pride lands - entrances, sure, but nothing like a block of wood to guard the entry.

Hm. It was an interesting concept but - that returned to the similar idea that Timon would try, and no matter how much she loved her son dearly, those ideas didn't tend to work well in the tunnels.

Without another word, Ma plucks herself out of her hole and curiously looks over the shop, then back to Iroh as though he were crazy. She didn't seem to care about the hole she made in his floor.

"What are you doing?"

Though Iroh was almost certainly distressed from the total wrap-up from his rogue rope and the now-ruined portion of his floor, he still had to bring up an obvious point. "You look fairly familiar. Do you have any relatives living in the city?" he said exasperated.

After a few wiggles and struggles with the rope, he finally used his bending powers to burn the rope in places until it sank to the floor off of his body. He stretched his limbs and finally responded to Ma's initial question. "Yes, a front door. There are some dangerous folks in Paixao and I like to think that my squeaky front door will alert me to any unwelcome guests in my tea shop. I was just about to set up a new delivery system for it, but I am afraid it did not work. My talents usually remain in board games, musical instruments, and being old. One more so than the others," he said with his warm chuckling tone, "Can I help you with anything?"

Ma tilts her head at the question. "My son Timon is in this place." She turns her attention to the rope, walking over to get a better look at the strange going-ons. Her focus breezes over most of his words (still chalking most of it up to Timonisms), but when he asks her another question, she looks back.

"No. I've just been tunneling and popped out here..."

Iroh nodded toward Ma as her response carried the name his old mind had been reaching for. "Timon! I had thought that was the name, but I did not want to speak of him without getting that right. Please, come in and make yourself at home!" he said.

He gathered the remaining rope, scorched and sizzling, and placed it on the countertop. "My name is Iroh, and this is The Golden Turtle. I usually give at least one free cup of tea to any new customers. What is your name, if I may ask?" he politely inquired as he moved toward the pots near the stove.

Well, since he offered... she relaxes a bit more in his presence, certainly not seeing any dangers in the place, and she could always quickly duck back into her hole if anything set her meerkat paranoia off.

"Golden Turtle, huh?" She'd never seen a golden turtle before. She followed behind him, knowing from the house she lived under to not jump up on the stove. Those were some near-misses she didn't tell Timon about. "Everyone just calls me Ma," she explains. "And I can't say I'm familiar with 'tea'."

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MEANWHILE, AT THE GOLDEN TURTLE...

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