As he made it closer to the table with the cookies, or more followed the Cast Member who had them, Fibber smiled up at Helen in greeting as she bent down nearer. If he knew to connect that she and Dash were also the ones to save him, he would have given even more of a greeting (and made special thank-you cookies especially for them! He still planned to find both of the Supers again, in costume, and do such). Helen greeted him, and he smiled to her, closing his eyes at her small pat (and he was already eyeing the pineapple in the basket!).
Helen then told someone named Héctor that he was harmless, and Fibber glanced over towards who it might be, spotting what he thought was an Earth skeleton. Maybe, if he was recalling the stuff he'd learned correctly.
Fibber made a little noise in greeting that was not detection related and waved. Yet then caught what the skeleton said about being afraid of him. Blaaaaa. He beeped and then smiled.
While Moana hadn't met him, Fibber had heard about her, in silently taking in everything, and smiled to her next, making another sound that was a greeting.
As soon as Wiggins made his appearance, or nearly so, he was asked his opinion about the arrangement of the dishes.
"I'm sure we can fit them all," he answered the hostess, "if we only rearrange the plates a bit. Allow me." Suiting words to actions, Wiggins deftly slid a few of the plates here and there until they not only fit perfectly, but looked aesthetically pleasing as well. The fact that a young gentleman also pitched in to the task did nothing to diminish Wiggins's enthusiasm. So his name was Mateo. Sounded foreign--how interesting.
Wiggins paused to bestow a few pats to the head of a small dog that had appeared.
"Who's a good doggie, hmm?" There were so many interesting dishes laid out, many he couldn't identify, that Wiggins couldn't wait to try them all.
Basil was happy to surrender his offering, though he couldn't help but notice that awkward fellow upset one of the bottles. Wait a moment--was that a skeleton? Surely it must be a trick of some sort. But wait...with so much actual magic around the parks, it was certainly possible that an actual skeleton was walking about.
Basil greatly desired to have a closer look at it, as seeing the bones in motion should prove instructive. But first he must do something to mitigate that indiscreet greeting he'd made to Nick Wilde.
"No, not at all. I mistook you for an acquaintance of mine, a Mr Mild. Frightfully sorry, and all that." Not true, of course, but a plausible excuse.
But then he spied the skeleton approaching none other than King Arthur himself.
Leaving Toby at the table with the fox, the mouse detective hurried to the young monarch's side.
"Your Majesty," he bowed, "May I be of assistance?" Basil was careful not to say anything that might offend the skeleton, just in case its intentions were benign.
Wart looked around rather helplessly until a shabbily-dressed man came over to help. Though--
"Jumpin' hoptoads," whispered Wart. It was a skeleton! Some evil sorcerer must have enchanted the bones. Unless it was a good wizard.
As these thoughts buzzed around in his head, the boy-king only stood stock-still and stared.
You got helado?!
"Um, no, sir, it's cream ice," mumbled Wart. At least the skeleton seemed to be friendly, even kindly offering to help carry the icy treat, which was beginning to grow too heavy for Wart's underdeveloped arms.
He allowed the bone-man to take the tub, rubbing his arms to warm them, when--
Your Majesty, may I be of assistance?
The young monarch would be glad to see Basil at any time; he liked the mouse and was happy to rely on his judgement. But just now he wished to preserve his incognito.
Wart bent down close to the floor and whispered behind his hand, "Please, Mr. Basil, don't tell anyone that I'm a king." They might all start bowing and make him sit at the head table, maybe even ask him to make a speech! "Just call me plain Wart. Please?"
Post by Papá Héctor on Nov 25, 2018 18:18:47 GMT -5
"Eh..cream ice?" The skeletal songwriter echoed what he thought he heard being muttered by the boy. Was he saying it wrong this whole time? Then again.. he thought he saw a sign that spelled it as ice cream. "Ah, c'mon, kid, no..you got it in reverse! They call it ice cream, no?" The cynical skeleton lowered his eyelids and frowned in bemusement with a cross of his arms over his indigo vested chest, though this was not far from something his own wife used to do by seeing things in reverse like this to tease him, which he referred as much in the Spanish verse of his song Poco Loco. Little did the skeletal musician know that he was correcting a king!
Héctor smiled contently upon being allowed to assist the boy with holding the tub of icecream, holding it with hand in order to extend his free bony hand out to greet the boy, though he didn't catch the boy's name when the skeleton introduced himself. Well, that was realistic. Kids not talking to strangers.. that was the way it was supposed to be, he guessed. The cynical songwriter just shrugged it off and used both hands to hold the tub of icecream now. He was used to people not having a good impression of him.
Suddenly, another voice came, which sounded like a distinct accent compared to the Americans that he spent some time with. The tall skeleton glanced around, before remembering that they had mice friends and brightened up considerably upon seeing the mouse he wanted to talk to earlier! "Hey! This guy-!" Was the skeleton's enthusiastic greeting before his smile faltered sheepishly just when it suddenly occurred to him that he forgot the mouse's name. It would have been on the tip of his tongue.. if he had one. He just remembered a mouse being talked about between Gadget and Jake at the moment. "Wait, wait..what...Majesty?" He murmured to himself with a blink of his brown eyes upon realizing what the mouse had just called the king, then he tried to laugh at the thought that this must be a joke! At this point, he had already heard from both Mateo and meeting Queen Elsa herself about some royalty still existing despite being from a time period of only presidents, but a boy as a king sounded pretty out there! "Ha ha! Pfft. Good one..!" This mouse must be the joking one of the group of mice, Gadget the smart one, and Jake was the adventurous one.
The skeleton's laughter decreased and his smile faltered a little upon seeing the boy instantly bend down to whisper in front of him. Being used to people whispering in front of him and behind his back during the aftermath when most people learned the truth about that murderer, Héctor wasn't phased by this. However, the centenarian skeleton slowly did begin to doubt himself on that being a joke just now. What were the chances that this was as real as Mateo being a magician? He used to doubt Miguel wanting to be a musician, and Mateo being a magician, and he was completely wrong. "...Ay..no!..creo que metí la pata (I think I seriously messed up) with this one...!" Héctor muttered to himself as he placed his free skeletal hand on his own forehead to rub it a little, looking down at the boy with a perplexed expression as far as determining whether or not it was true. Don't tell him, of all the kids, he just had to correct the one that would secretly be king!
Edna was always happy to see her good friends especially when its the family that she has always been happy enough to work with all these years. She saw Helen and gave a hearty chuckle as she was greeted by her old friend. "It's so glad to see you too darling, I would never dread missing these holiday get together, it's always such fun when it's around this time of year." The Fashionista said with a laugh as she saw the many different meals that were placed on the table for the party and was intrigued so far.
"I know Jack-Jack's gonna be happy to see you here."
Edna was full of glee and surprise after the name Jack-Jack was mentioned, at first she never really consider herself a common run of the mill babysitter to any ordinary child. But Jack-Jack was no ordinary child when she saw him and she did wonder if the little tyke did made some good progress since her babysitting testing on him earlier on, she was hoping if there was new changes since the first experimental check up.
"Uhm.. E? Maybe we should keep the cookies far away from Jack-Jack?"
"Yes indeed, that is a very good idea. We don't want to risk a certain power damaging this party at all" Edna said knowing that if Jack Jack was to be denied cookies he would have that creepy demon form.
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It was only 35 minutes from The Earl of Sandwich on foot and by bus, but Reuben had still taken too much time preparing his sandwiches. He held a silver tray with six rows of sandwich triangles, wrapped tight in Seran. Each row held a different flavor: turkey (naturally), blt, pbj, tuna salad, cheese, and reuben. He was also cradling a pineapple under the other arm. He might as well, they were on sale. He hadn't cut it up. It'd be too much work after making all those sandwiches. And what if no one wanted any? Then he'd have done more work for nothing! He also had his khaki satchel hanging from one shoulder and resting against his side. Right now it didn't contain any sandwiches, but it did hold a plastic bag full of fresh, sliced pumpernickel, so he could potentially make more sandwiches with what materials were available at the potluck. He made a beeline for the tables, eager to be rid of his load, and even more eager to eat. Reuben found an empty spot, set the pineapple and the tray down, tore off the Seran, balled and tossed it into the trash like a season basketball player, and applied the little labels telling guests what sandwiches were in each row. How long did that take him? A minute? It didn't matter, time to eat! It seemed the best option was to eat the food off of a plate. Not that it really bothered him. He wasn't averse to occasionally eating something that didn't come in sandwich form. Taking a plate, he proceeded to load it with sweet potato casserole, corn salad, and especially that irresistible stuffing! He also took a scoop of the collard greens. He also brought another plate for the enchiladas, fish, and, of course, the turkey, including one large drumstick. He was a hungry experiment, after all. He noticed a lone bottle and when he saw it up close he could tell it had...potential. He noticed the other pineapple in the basket full of fruit, and realized he had one of two options: get a refund on his own pineapple, or not. He wanted the refund. It wasn't the only thing he brought with him to the potluck so he was safe. Plucking up the 'napple, he tucked set it on a nearby table along with his plates of food. He'd been too busy with the food to notice the other guests, but now he was eager to socialize for a little while before digging in, taking up the turkey leg in one hand and the bottle in the other. Scanning the room for a familiar face, he noticed Senor Skeleton nearby. Approaching the undead Latino he held out the bottle and said "Ah, Hector! Could you open this bottle for me, por favor?"
Post by Papá Héctor on Nov 26, 2018 22:47:38 GMT -5
While he waited on the boy and the mouse to finish their whispered secrets in front of him, the centenarian skeleton glanced at the ice cream that he held in his skeletal hands with a raise of his eye sockets and a look of concern. He really had to get this ice cream somewhere cold, and he recently learned about the new high-tech freezers they had now instead of the box of ice that they had to work with in the 20s. Héctor glanced at the pair talking and then back over at the tables like a puppy wanting to do something but trying to be patient and loyal; he was too passive to interject in his gentlemanly attempts to not be rude to the two whispering in front of him, but wanting to put the ice cream away before it would melt due to the room temperature of the ballroom.
Suddenly, when he happened to glance at the tables, Héctor noticed Dash standing by the table further away, stealing a cookie, obviously not seeing the part where he ran quickly to hide away from his mama probably. Haha! That roadrunner was always getting himself into trouble with eating the wrong things according to his mama! Just before Helen would notice, the skeleton decided to help him out before he would get caught... in exchange for the boy doing a favor for him! Because that's what amigos do, they help each other! "Ey Reuben! ¿Que onda? (What's up?)" Speaking of amigos, here came Reuben asking for help with opening a soda:
"Ah, Hector! Could you open this bottle for me, por favor?"
"Okay! Ahorita (In a minute), amigo. Let me get this ice cream to a freezer for the kid!" Héctor then uttered two loud whistles, which he liked to do to get Miguel to keep up with him. In this case, he was trying to get Dash's attention. Having whistled to Dash before, especially when they were playing that game of catch, he was certain that the boy would know who it was coming from when he did it. "Ey, Güerito! (blonde boy)!" He called out to Dash with one of his nicknames with a grin, deciding not to call him roadrunner for the sake of protecting his identity since his mama was big on that; the roadrunner nickname was reserved for when Dash would be in his supersuit or in private. "Come here, kid!" As soon as Dash would come over, he hoped to hand him the icecream tub and ask him: "You think you can find a freezer for this thing?"
He maybe, just maybe, got away with that! Dash thought, or he didn't hear his mother immediately calling after him for eating the dessert before dinner. He did next hear someone calling to him though. Mr. Héctor! He recognized the whistle first off!
Dash immediately (non-suspiciously) zipped up. "Heya Reuben!", he had to at least greet the Experiment, and nod to the other two, before listening to what Mr. Héctor said.
"You think you can find a freezer for this thing?"
"Woah!" Dash regarded the container then glanced up to the skeleton again, before landing on the fact that the other boy had probably brought it. "Nice!", he gave the other boy a thumbs up that was supposed to communicate everything he was commenting on the choice.
He then took in the request.
"Oh sure...but...how are people gonna get to it if...you know what I'll bring it back too! You can count on me Mr. Héctor!". Dash took the container and had just turned...when he turned back, "You'll, uh...make sure my mom knows I'm putting it away and not eating it if she asks right?", he had to check. He knew how him rushing out with a tub of ice cream would look. Especially after the cookie incident...
As he stood talking to the nice other Hawaiian girl and Miss Helen (ok talking would imply they could understand him) Fibber detected another lie, even amidst the bustling growing crowd. It was really no big deal for him to do such either. He could detect lies from...well pretty close radius anyway.
Fibber buzzed then spotted Reuben walking in with sandwiches and...another pineapple! He clapped his hands at the added fruit and made his way over, or attempted to, it took him a bit with weaving and not being stepped on...and by the time he made it towards the front he noticed Reuben had already made it to the table!
Fibber's sigh was silent but visible but he turned and made towards the table now! He was just in time to see his cousin stash the extra pineapple under the table. Huh? What was he doing? Reuben then walked over towards the skeleton who had lied about being afraid of him like he knew him! The lie detecting Experiment was very intrigued if Reuben would get the same reaction he had, but bigger pineapples to secure. Literally.
Given the open sharing between him and Reuben, or his cousin sharing his stuff back on Kauai and even here, Fibber didn't see a problem with taking the extra pineapple, and if it wasn't needed with two. Not the whole thing, but he would figure out how to cut it. He walked under the table and retrieved it, dragging it across the floor, though being about as big as he was, he wasn't fast about it.
Post by Helen Parr on Nov 27, 2018 21:54:02 GMT -5
"Hmm...he doesn't look like an Alebrije..."
"Ale-brije?" The southern mother of three echoed in her mild accent curiously with a smile, then looked a little embarrassed in case Imelda did explain that before. She was still getting a grasp for the Spanish words she was learning from her friend. "Sorry if you've mentioned it before, I just can't seem to recall what it is right now.." Helen glanced down at the adorable orange creature with a smirk when Imelda went on to ask how she met and if it talked. "Well, I found out that his name is Fibber," She began first with the formality of introducing the little creature's name to the rest of the people around her, "And I met this little guy at a buffet not long ago with my son Dashiell, the one over -" Like a typical mom needing to interrupt in order to handle family affairs, she caught her older son running around doing errands, "Dashiell Robert Parr.. Stop running in the ballroom!" Helen said sternly with a look that meant for him to stop immediately. Running was meant for outside of buildings, and the southern mother and her mannerisms thought it was rude to be running around inside, especially with guests around for a Thanksgiving dinner! "Sorry.. um.. yeah, so we found him back in the old hotel we were in," Helen finished her sentence and shook her head when she was next answering the part as to whether it can talk, "He doesn't talk like we can, but he can communicate by making some sorta sound whenever someone tells a lie."
"Exactly like that, actually..!" Helen's smile faltered a little upon realizing that Fibber made that noise around the time that Basil had made that comment to that fox. Well, that was awkward. She then shot Imelda a knowing smirk, since she knew her son well enough at this point to understand what she meant when she said: "Yeah, so you can imagine how I figured that one out." Dash wasn't exactly the most honest little boy, but realistically, who was?
The undercover supermom planted her hands on her hips and smiled upon hearing Edna being so happy to hear about Jack-Jack. "Yeah, my thoughts exactly.." Helen whispered back to Edna about the cookies. "He's over there at the corner of the room in his baby seat next to Vi in case ya wanna see him, or at least distract him for a little while." Helen said in her regular voice,knowing that a distraction was definitely needed to keep her baby especially away from the cookies. "I'll be over there as soon as we can get started with the food once everyone's brought everything." Helen was just trying to be a good host and making sure everyone was comfortable.
"Yeah, I can see what ya mean about the arrangement.." Helen nodded to everyone's unanimous advice about the dinner arrangement for the desserts. "I think I'll-" Helen's brown eyes widened in surprise upon seeing Wiggins already taking it upon himself to arrange the dishes in such an elaborate display that the mother was stunned for a moment! "Wow! That looks amazing! You sure are handy, Wiggins!" Helen wasn't just saying that either. "Thank you so much!" Helen said that so appreciatively, it was obvious the mild-mannered Helen was not used to receiving this much help during dinner! Normally, she, as a stay-at-home mother, had to do everything around the house, especially for Thanksgiving dinner when it was usually just her family. It wasn't usually too big of a problem since she could use her powers in the privacy of her own home, but it was harder to do when she couldn't expose her powers to the public right now. That was why she was stunned beyond belief with all the help that she was getting! "I really owe ya one.." She added meaningfully, hoping to make it up to him somehow. Helen did happen to glance over upon feeling a breeze, but just when she glanced over at Dash, Hector was already calling him with a whistle, so she just barely missed him sneaking a cookie that one time. Helen raised an eyebrow, wondering why he was positioned by the cookies in the first place, but then as soon as Dash began to go over to Héctor, she turned her attention back to Wiggins. She was curious as to what this guy did for a living to be so organized like this, "What was it that you do for work again?"
Last Edit: Nov 27, 2018 23:24:19 GMT -5 by Helen Parr
Post by Papá Héctor on Nov 27, 2018 23:18:59 GMT -5
" Eso! I knew I can count on you, kid!" Héctor grinned enthusiastically at Dash upon hearing that he'd take it to the freezer and even take it out when it was time to eat the dessert! He was mildly curious about where the boy was going to take it, wondering if there was such a thing as mini freezers like the mini fridge that he borrowed from Chicharron, but he shrugged it off and decided to leave that question for another time.
"You'll, uh...make sure my mom knows I'm putting it away and not eating it if she asks right?",
"Yes, you know I got your back, Güerito!" The paternal musician did have a soft spot for kids given that he didn't have his kid for very long before he died. He hoped Dash would know that he could count on him to defend him as his alibi in case his mama were to question what he was doing with the ice cream tub in his hands.
"Okay, Reuben. A ver (Let's see). Let me have it, amigo!" The tall skeleton then turned to Reuben with a smile on his skeletal face and bent down to take the soda that he held out to him. The thought of Reuben not being able to do it himself did not cross his mind, not knowing that the creature had untapped strength. The skeletal musician twisted the bottle when suddenly the soda shot it's fizzed contents at his face and his clothes, causing him to yelp in surprise with a “EUGH!!” and, much like the way the gentleman had stepped away to prevent from tumbling into Miguel when he fell down to his knees in pain in back in the sinkhole, Héctor quickly tried to step back in order to prevent Reuben, the boy, and the mouse from getting wet. The noble skeleton was self-sacrificing in the sense that he would rather be the one to get wet than the others.
"Pppppth!” Héctor, away from the others, spat out some of the soda that went into his mouth with his eyelids lowered with a dead pan expression while tiny little drops of soda were dripping in front of his face from the rim of his straw hat that he wore atop of his raven hair. His cynical nature wanted to know if this was done on purpose, but he recalled that it was his own fault for tumbling the soda over in the first place. "Okay.. Bueno. Fine! I deserve this one!" He exclaimed loudly in acknowledgment, figuring that this was one that he could at least admit he deserved out of the list of things that he complained about in regards to how unlucky he had been over the last 96 years. "Dumb soda drink!" He still immaturely accused the soda's fizz being dumb in disgruntlement though. He was never going to drink soda again! Okay, that was a lie. But still, right now, he immaturely was thinking of it. A sigh escaped his skeletal mouth that formed a wry frown as his free hand gripped the wet indigo vest that clung to his exposed rib cage, noting the wet spots on his sewn up indigo vest and his sewn up striped brown pants. Unfortunately, this was his only pair of clothing that he had -especially skeleton sized from the land of the dead- so he was going to have to figure out what he was going to wear for this thanksgiving thing. Even Imelda taught him to dress nice for these kind of things.
“Eh..I apologize for that, amigo.. but you can have whatever is left?” The skeletal musician walked over to Reuben and gave the soda bottle back to him with an apologetic smile. He didn't think it was Reuben's fault, if in the end, it was his fault to begin with when it came to tumbling that soda earlier. He then turned to the kid and the mouse gain with a bright smile, shaking off the previous situation that would have made him feel negative. “Sorry for that, amigos.. I hope that you didn't get wet? I tried to get back, you know?" Héctor tried to explain that he tried to step back in time in order to be the one to get fully wet to prevent them from getting wet, though he hoped that he was able to step back in time for them not to be fully wet. "Ey,Listen, I got to excuse myself and go get some dry clothes, amigos. We will talk more when I come back, eh?” He shot them a gold-toothed grin and then turned around in place, sliding a hand down his skeletal face to wipe off the dripping soda off of him so that he could at least look presentable when he would see Imelda.
Post by Mamá Imelda on Nov 28, 2018 11:29:46 GMT -5
"Sorry if you've mentioned it before, I just can't seem to recall what it is right now.."
"Oh, no sorry, Perdóname...", Imelda smiled as she turned back to Helen, "I didn't ever mention them, I don't believe. Um, Spirit Guides, or animals that help you in your journey in the Land of the Dead...and can even watch the family here. They're...the most association I've had with animals in a while", Imelda explained why her thoughts would immediately go there.
But on to the actual orange creature that was not an Alebrije. His name was Fibber, for one thing. Well as a lie detector she supposed that fit...though was also a bit on the nose. Imelda wasn't about to judge though. She still gave a nod back, "Hello Fibber". If Helen was introducing it, him, he was smart enough to understand and therefore should be greeted, and as she went on to say.
Helen explained that Dash had been with her, before pausing to scold the boy as he darted past. Imelda smiled, that was typical, understood, mother behavior though. Boys were a bit different than little girls, but she'd had enough experience with her brothers to understand.
"Yeah, so you can imagine how I figured that one out."
Imelda smiled back, yes she knew enough about little Dash to understand how that had occurred!
Speaking of which, some of his rushing about was because Héctor called the boy over, Imelda realized, and glanced after him to watch and try to see what it was about; just in making sure her husband wasn't condoning misbehaving. He only wanted Dash to put some ice cream away, it seemed. Satisfied Imelda turned her attention back to Helen and the guests around the table, and before she heard Héctor cry out. She snapped her attention back that way and noticed he seemed to have drenched himself in the soda he was holding!
Imelda sighed, not so much in disappointment at him, but just the situation and began to head over to see what she could do to help, with one of those other understood gestured of 'just a moment' to Helen. "Problem?", she merely asked as she reached Héctor, not wanting to embarrass him, but the statement holding enough humor behind the words for Héctor himself to pick up.
Basil heard a very unpleasant sound emanating from somewhere else in the room, though what it signified, he couldn't decide. Just now, he had a dilemma on his hands: he was eager to obey King Arthur's wish but unsure he could bring himself to address the ruler of all the Britons as "Wart." Still, he would do his best to comply.
And as the skeleton was apparently benign, there was no need to protect the king. Truly, Basil had seen weirder sights than this, but the living bones intrigued him.
"Pardon me for asking, sir, but how do you keep together without tendons?" he ventured to ask. Unfortunately, the skeletal gentleman chose that moment to open a bottle of Coke--the wrong bottle, as it turned out. The precious stuff sprayed round the room, though mostly on the skeleton himself.
I hope that you didn't get wet?
"Not at all. Think nothing of it, sir." Basil had to bring his hand to his mouth as he said it to cover a smile; really the dripping-wet skeleton looked awfully funny. At least his disreputable clothes could hardly be the worse for a drenching. "That really is too bad."
Hector had noticed him approaching and said as much with a greeting. He was even willing to open the bottle! Good, all was going as planned. But first a tub of ice cream needed refreezing. With two whistles, Senor Bones had summoned Dashiell Parr from (where else) the desserts section. He seemed instantly at Reuben's side, greeting him momentarily before zipping off again. Obviously a boy his age might look suspicious with a tub of ice cream under his arm, but Helen seemed not to have noticed. He could see her and Senor Hector's...esposa? in conversation with his cousin. Again, it'd been that infamous noise that pointed Fibber out to him. Once he was done pranking Hector, he planned to speak with his cousin. Reuben watched, anticipating the result when he got the bottle open...would it still have enough fizz? Si! Coca-cola drenched the skeleton's clothes. Reuben's brows rose and he stepped back. Right on cue. Outwardly, he was presenting himself as a shocked bystander, but in reality, this was hilarious. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the rodent was doing the same. Hector's childish reaction only made it more amusing. He handed the rest of the bottle to Reuben before leaving to get new clothes. He took a sip of the bottle as he watched the skeleton go. He felt slightly sorry for Senor Hector, especially considering he'd tried to prevent Reuben from getting drenched as well, when the opportunity presented itself how could he not take it? And it wasn't as if the skeleton's feelings were hurt by it, at worse he just needed a change of clothes. "Sure" Reuben said in reply to the skeleton. Now he planned to talk to Fibber who was riiiiight over there, taking his pineapple from under the table. Not that it was a big deal. The pineapple he brought probably had better quality than the one in the basket, and even then, they were cousins so what did it matter if Fibber wanted his 'napple? He wasn't a cheapskate. "Hola! Fibber! How are ya?" He asked, as he approached the other experiment.
Moana could not not watch cute. It was perhaps a problem, so as the little orange...whatever he was scampered off and then came back, she watched, intrigued and giggling to herself. Especially as he got a pineapple from under the table! One that other creature that was maybe like him (Moana hardly knew any of Jumba's secrets) had brought.
She then listened as Helen explained about his name being Fibber. Aw that was even cuter!
A sound when people lied...and then he did it! Moana looked at, or after, Fibber stunned. "Well that's awkward...", she spoke Helen and probably a lot of people's thought aloud, though lowly to herself. Moana gave her own glance to the table, but had little idea, though it seemed the person she hadn't met yet, called Wiggins did! "Wow!" she commented herself, impressed by his skill.
Post by Mateo de Alva on Nov 28, 2018 23:24:38 GMT -5
Mateo also listened as Helen explained how she’d met the little orange whatever-he-was. So, like a Jaquin, that didn’t talk he thought to himself for reference. He smiled as he watched “Fibber” make the sound Helen mentioned. Odd... He tried to think if he knew of any creatures that did such, but none were coming to mind, though it was mostly likely from somewhere else.
Helen then called to her son to stop rushing. Mateo smiled after the boy. He knew about Violet's powers, as mentioned, and had a good idea what Dash's was, other meetings when the Parrs visited next door aside.
Their suggestions on the table arrangement were taken in, but it seemed Wiggins had the best idea of where everything should go! Not that Mateo minded in the least! In fact it reminded him of Armando, and as Helen asked his job, Mateo, as a fellow court postion of a sense, couldn't help feeling he knew. Something in serving, if not regally.
Post by Papá Héctor on Nov 28, 2018 23:34:26 GMT -5
If only Héctor could have answered to the little mouse's question about the bones, never meeting anyone who was curious about that sort of thing as movement. Unfortunately, that would have to wait until after he dried up to further demonstrate for him without the clothes clinging onto his bones even more like it was in the wet regions. He was glad that he seemed to be mostly successful with not getting Basil or the kid wet at least by moving away in time.
As it was, he had turned around in order to give himself a bit of space so that he could dry himself to look decent in front of Imelda without getting the other three wet. As soon as Héctor tried to wipe the rim of his straw hat, taking it off his raven hair to wave it out to dry, he placed it on his head and looked in front of him to notice that Imelda was right there in front of him! "Imelda!" He grinned timidly bearing his gold tooth and placed his hand on his forearm shyly. Even though it's been a year, he always liked to be decent around her still. She was like a reina for him..but here he was looking less than his guapo self with his wet clothes!
His wife was always direct and to the point with things. The tall skeleton chuckled slightly at her humor. "No, pues..! (Mexican slang: No, really!)" Héctor remarked with a wry smile as he demonstrated his patched up indigo vest at how damp it was, curling his thumb around his suspenders to demonstrate how damp they were as well as if to prove what the problem was. He knew that Imelda was aware of what the problem was; his wife always teased him in this way enough to have made him loco for her even when they were young. Still, he decided to owe Imelda an explanation as he reached for her hand to hold it in his in order to walk away from the crowd. He didn't mind attention or an audience, but he wasn't comfortable wearing wet clothing that would cling onto his bony figure in front of his family like that.
"Well, you see.. I just got into a big fight with this dumb soda!" Héctor began to explain as he tried to walk away with Imelda. And by the looks of it, he obviously lost. His smile faded to one of slight concern, with his eye sockets raised as he glanced at her. "¿Que hago (What do I do), Imelda? I don't have anything to wear for this thing!" He whispered to her, his smile faded slightly into one of concern for how he was going to carry out the rest of this event with clothes that were in need of drying. Even if it was an American holiday, he liked the meaning of what it was meant to do, and he wanted to be with Imelda and his great great grandkids.
Post by Rosa Rivera on Nov 28, 2018 23:41:11 GMT -5
As she just politely listened, not interjecting if she hadn't have anything to say, (and trying not to stare at the orange creature, but failing slightly) Rosa was not one to correct adults, but the idea that the creature wandering around could be a lie detector was...
"Yeah, so you can imagine how I figured that one out."
Rosa smirked to herself. She had witnessed both Dashiell Robert Parr's exuberant enthusiasm back when she took him around Tomorrowland, but also his...putting the best spin on stories as well. And honestly Papa Héctor didn't help that... Though she knew her great-great-grandfather had nothing but the best intentions.
As Miss Helen commented over Wiggins placement, Rosa found something more interesting to draw her attention, mainly Mama Imelda going over to where Papa Héctor was after he'd...Rosa quickly covered her mouth, after stating the state he was in! Oh! It was his own soda bottle that had...
At this knowledge she couldn't help but laugh a bit, though not too loud, still she became self conscious and still over at the table. "Oh...sorry, she said to those still around the table, and covered her mouth, hoping she hadn't interrupted. She was still grinning, and watching Mama Imelda and Papa Héctor as she lowered her hands though. They left and Rosa left her teasing alone, turning back to the table.
Post by Nick Wilde on Nov 29, 2018 21:29:47 GMT -5
A few more guests arrived, and the mouse was quick to correct himself. Though Nick did catch the lie. And the fox was more curious what the mouse might of known about him. He was still sure the mouse was another zootopian who knew him from the reports. It was the only possible thing Nick could imagine. The mouse did walk off though before Nick could inquire about that, and before Nick could follow, a woman, the hostess of the party, came up to him and shook his head.
Nick, of course, thought this was a good time to introduce himself.
"Nick Wilde," The fox shook her hand. By then, Nick spotted some more figures. Some people were paying attention to the canine, another...thing, entered the room. And then there was the guy he met when he first arrived. Nick returned his attention to the woman and smiled, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Helen. Nice party you have here. Lot of interesting guests."
Reuben noticed his attempted escape with the pineapple, not that Fibber was surprised, but still he paused a bit unsure and glanced up as his cousin asked how he was. He smiled, Good. I'm taking the pineapple. It was either a way of asking if he could, or just Fibber being honest since it was his thing and all and detecting lies, so it was pretty hard for him to lie anyway, if he could even attempt it, though it rarely came up with Reuben one of the only ones who could fully understand him.
The fox...person over there had one too, so I was going to cut this one, Fibber thought for a bit then recalled something he should tell his cousin, Oh and I made cookies! And bought some. He was very pleased with his progress though.
Post by Mamá Imelda on Nov 30, 2018 22:34:08 GMT -5
melda just continued to scrutinize Héctor with that no nonsense look of hers, but not because he was exactly in trouble, it was just her default taking in look, really.
A bit of her smile broke through at that and Héctor's almost smart retort back. He was the only one who could get anywhere close to that tone and get away with it, even if it was just their typical teasing such as was refreshing to rediscover as well even after a year.
"Well, you see.. I just got into a big fight with this dumb soda!"
Now Imelda fully smiled, "Oh Héctor...", whether it was a comment on the situation or turn of phrase he gave the situation, she didn't clarify.
"¿Que hago, Imelda? I don't have anything to wear for this thing!"
Her look softened and got serious as they had stepped outside a bit, "It'll be fine, Héctor, it's really not that bad". Before he could question that, Imelda glanced back within the room and by just that power of her own caught Rosa's eye and signaled her over. Just proving how she usually had a plan for most things.
"Mija, remember that time I sent you to the shops for that Emergency Kit of just miscellaneous? Will you go get something for your...", she just glanced over to Héctor again.
Permission to carry Spirit Guide, Pepita, granted to Héctor and TBA situations maybe
Post by Rosa Rivera on Nov 30, 2018 22:36:23 GMT -5
<<I was given permission to move Hector and used that and then used some of the pics shared <3>>
Her mirth at Papa Héctor was forced to be stalled as Mama Imelda glanced over and caught her gaze with that slight command in it. Really Rosa wasn't going to just continue laughing at him much longer on her own anyway, and would have made it over to ask if she could do anything before too long.
She jogged over a bit early at Mama Imelda's silent command though, honestly it was so like dealing with Abuelita again in a lot of ways. Rosa had heard of the comparison, but didn't fully understand it until actually interacting with Mama Imelda. And nothing bad meant by the thought.
"Mija, remember that time I sent you to the shops for that Emergency Kit of just miscellaneous? Will you go get something for your..."
Rosa nodded, she recalled the one! She even grinned. Mama Imelda had told her to just pick up stuff in case they ever needed changes of clothes and such, and some of the things she had come across...
"Sure! I think I got...well enough", Rosa didn't have Dash's type of speed, but still rushed up to their room quick enough and back also quick enough, with the gym bag of stuff. Her great-great-grandparents had moved closer towards the restrooms so Papa Héctor could probably use and and just old habits and stuff. "I got this and this. It looked old so I figured they were about what you wore", she grinned and fished out a pair of pants.
"Sorry that's all I got of that..."
"And...if you don't want either of these that's fine but I just had to get them because Miguel on a shirt is too good to not keep and use for mocking!", she went on as she held up twoT-shirts next. "Look it's you!".
The lady--their hostess--certainly was nice. In fact, they all were to take notice of such a little thing like arranging the dishes.
What was it that you do for work again?
"I'm really a valet, but there doesn't seem to be much call for it here. All the citizens are only here for a fortnight or so, and then they leave. So I have a position with the gardening staff, mainly working on the topiary trees. It's really very rewarding. Have you noticed the prancing horse in the town square? That's one of mine."
This pleasant conversation was interrupted by a small commotion on the other side of the room. It seemed someone had spilled a drink.
Moving over to the scene of the accident, the Englishman produced a towel to set things right, but the skeleton was already moving away to, presumably, find some clean clothes.
The fact of a talking skeleton was still very strange, but Wiggins supposed it didn't matter, as long as a fellow could be helpful.
Reuben watched as Hector conversed with his family. Good to know they had backup clothes. He was only hoping to prank Hector, have the soda spray him in the face. He didn't want to ruin his clothes or his time at the party.
Anyways, his cousin was interested in taking his 'napple. Inevitably, an experiment that could detect lies would be blunt enough to admit it. "Why mine?" Reuben asked, in a purely questioning tone. He was fine with Fibber taking his pineapple. "Is it of a higher quality than the fox-guy's?" He figured that it probably was, or maybe Fibber just wanted the 'napple that had been brought by a family member. He'd feel too sappy if he mentioned that last part.
"We both know that I brought sandwiches. I'll try to score one of your cookies once I've eaten everything else on my plates." He said, pointing a thumb at his plates of food. "Did you already eat?"
Jake: Hello there, and welcome!
Aug 1, 2019 17:04:22 GMT -5
Basil: Basil and Vanellope had an...interesting relationship.
Aug 1, 2019 21:44:00 GMT -5
Ronno: A belated welcome Vanellope!
Aug 6, 2019 17:13:19 GMT -5
Helen Parr: Heyy sorry about the delay! The kitchen remodeling took an entire month and then my sister left for vet school, so it's been super busy for me. I'm back to posting though <3
Aug 8, 2019 23:46:21 GMT -5
Ronno: Good to see you back! Congrats and good luck to your sister too! It’s a tough route but very rewarding. (I’m actually a vet tech myself ).
Aug 9, 2019 13:38:22 GMT -5
Elsa: I'm coming back as well! Pruning a few characters, have an idea for a new one (i have a mild addiction... XD)
Aug 9, 2019 18:41:51 GMT -5
Negaduck: Admitting it is the first step to a cure.
Aug 9, 2019 19:06:58 GMT -5
Helen Parr: Lol that's awesome that you're in that field, too! <3 My sister was a vet tech as well! Thank you! It definitely sounds tough.
Aug 13, 2019 20:11:54 GMT -5
Ronno: <3 ! Vet techs unite! Always good to hear of a fellow vet tech. ^_^
Aug 14, 2019 20:56:04 GMT -5
Edna Mode: welcome back helen hope things went ok been waiting for the thread to continue
Aug 15, 2019 2:10:44 GMT -5
Elsa: relatively unimportant message for Basil
Aug 16, 2019 20:21:29 GMT -5
Helen Parr: Hey Edna! Thank you! I think I'll wait for Vi and Dash to post in there before I post again, but I'm looking forward to the thread too! And yay Sage, love seeing your amazing posts again <3
Aug 16, 2019 23:52:09 GMT -5
Papá Héctor: As for Héctor, I'm getting ready to introduce the whole dance quince court thing in the party this weekend, so prepare yourselves! <3
Aug 16, 2019 23:55:34 GMT -5
Basil: Cool! I have company for the weekend, so I may be late in replying.
Aug 17, 2019 8:33:53 GMT -5
Basil: Yay! A post in the balloon thread!! Hurrah!!
Aug 17, 2019 20:44:45 GMT -5
Jiminy: Soooo so sorry for the crazy delay on literally all of my posts y'all. I'm done with training so I should be less sporadic now with any luck, haha!
Aug 17, 2019 21:05:40 GMT -5
Basil: Jiminy is worth waiting for!
Aug 17, 2019 21:28:51 GMT -5
Judy Hopps: I just spotted that thread for Judy & Nick. Sorry, Fibber! But I'll wait until Reuben posts first.
Aug 21, 2019 14:23:40 GMT -5
Nick Wilde: I was waiting on others, hehe.
Aug 21, 2019 16:45:32 GMT -5