Charlotte was throwing her first-ever party, at least the first one planned and executed completely without help from anyone. Ooh! it was exciting! Of course, she had nearly limitless financial resources, and plenty of cast members to do all the actual work.
Lottie had only recently discovered this hotel, and it reminded her so much of home that she considered taking a second room here. Maybe in the new year, but for now, there was a party to be got on.
The decor was Christmassy, but elegant. No plastic Santas or light-up snowmen. Just lots and lots of tinsel, lights, and sparkles. In fact, the reflected light just might blind the guests.
As for them, Lottie gave a cast member the job of sending out the invitations to...whoever. It was always better to delegate those tedious little details.
Waiters walked around with trays of hors d'oeuvres and drinks, enough to keep everyone happy until the highlight of the afternoon: the gift exchange. Lottie just loved gifts!
But now she was exhausted from all the work. She stood near enough to the door to see the guests arrive, or rather to be seen, posing prettily in her very own spotlight, fanning herself with her silk fan.
Kronk followed the directions, entering through the door with confidence and a big smile. In his hands a gift-bag, green with accent of red, both colors of tissue paper visible if examined closely. He looks around for anyone else in attendance, or at least the host. Seeing the host soon after entering, he put the gift bag into his other hand, to give her a wave. "Hey!" he called, noticing the waiters about, and surely finding the gift table easy enough. Asking if he wasn't sure, before he took a look at the actual guests that had arrived thus far, if any. Taking a look at the drinks, but his attention returning to the lady, wherever she may now be, if she hadn't already engaged him beyond a hello during his entry and placing down the gift bag.
Post by Jumba Jookiba on Nov 28, 2018 22:40:01 GMT -5
With his gift safely tucked under one arm, Jumba made his way to the event chuckling like he had done something evil...when he had not! He had accommodated this idea of Earth gift exchange (not a new Earth custom) very non-Evil-ish and done Good and Inventive.
Maybe he could make it a new trend...except that he knew his old habits were a bit harder put to bed like that and he just toned down the mischief rather than cut it out entirely.
Arriving, with his nicely wrapped package (ok a few corners were not tidily wrapped, but the white box the gift was in still hide it) Jumba scanned for the gift table, which a Cast Member helpfully pointed out. He even offered to take the gift for Jumba, which the scientist thanked him for, before glancing about. He saw who was probably the hostess as she came and greeted and also a man that could be called large except Jumba was and had seen larger. He was still cordial though and waved as he walked over. "Hello! Uh, customary greeting of Earth holiday!", Jumba said. Trying to sound normal as he did even back on Kauai, to varying success.
Post by Judy Hopps on Nov 29, 2018 18:11:05 GMT -5
Judy was so excited, she could hardly stand still. This party was going to be so much fun!
Dressed in an Ugly Holiday Sweater she'd just bought for the occasion (adorned with Christmas trees with smiling faces and those googly eyes that roll when you walk), the bunny entered the hall with her present in hand. It was a very small, flat box, though done up festively, but good things did come in small packages, they said. And this gift was so cool! She couldn't wait to see...whoever open it!
The first thing Judy saw was apparently the hostess. At least, nobody else was standing in a spotlight. Judy wondered uncomfortably if she was underdressed. But the invitation didn't give any kind of dress code.
Before meeting the human responsible for this party, Judy made her way to the gift table to deposit hers. Slipping between two hulking buys who completely dwarfed her put Judy in mind of her police academy days.
"Um, hi," she ventured to the human and the...other one, while sliding her gift in among the others.
Everything LeFou had attempted since his arrival here had ended in spectacular failure. He was still broke and jobless. Not that he liked working or anything. Which probably contributed to his difficulties in that direction.
But here was a free party, which meant free eats. The only catch: you had to bring a gift. So LeFou showed up with a gift in hand that he'd snatched up when some kid dropped it. Okay, so it was a little damaged. But the invite didn't specify a nice gift.
Fortunately, there were some fancy bags at the entrance, and LeFou dropped his item into one, then sauntered in.
"Great party," he smarmed the hostess, giving her a hopeful smile. What a babe! Maybe she would give him a tumble.
Well, now, the guests were beginning to arrive. Only a few so far, but there would certainly be more; who wouldn't want to attend Charlotte's party?
The guests so far came in all shapes and sizes. That little bunny rabbit was so cute! But it was the big, handsome man that made Lottie decide it was time to move over to greet her guests. Of course, she was saving herself for a real prince, but there was no harm in having a little fun in the meantime.
The southern belle was stopped in her tracks, however, but a roly-poly little man who leered at her in a strange way.
Such stimulating conversation! Lottie would give him the cold shoulder without hesitation, but she ought to play the gracious hostess. So instead she said:
"Charmed, Ah'm sure."
...a little coldly, though. And extended her gloved hand.
Santa Claus was something that Héctor just learned about, given that the centenarian Mexican was still learning what the American cultures and beliefs were and catching up to things in the land of the living that he wouldn't have been exposed to in the land of the dead. That was when he noticed someone handing out invitations to something that was lost in translation for him and partly because he wasn't paying attention at the beginning due to listening to the American Christmas music. To him, he understood it as the secret of Santa! Now that was something he would definitely be interested in finding out! Instead of understanding it as a gift exchange, he thought that all he had to do was provide a gift in exchange for finding out the secret! Easy!
The skeletal musician informed his wife that he was going to learn more about this American Christmas celebration thingy, always wanting her to know where he was going to be at. He then did buy something nice as his gift, though he placed it in a paper bag with newspapers. Thankfully, when he showed Imelda, Imelda made him encouraged him to change it to a nicer bag with some fancy paper. Imelda always made things nicer.
"Heyy! I'm here for the secret of Santa!" The enthusiastic Héctor exclaimed excitedly upon entering the room with his gift bag in hand. "And I even brought my offering in exchange! Tada!" The skeletal musician held up his gift proudly with a boyish grin. It was then when his brown eyes glimpsed around the room at the different people that were here! As he walked into the room, he noticed a giant muscular guy that kind of made him straight up a little bit as he drew near to him. First Helen's husband and now this guy? What is with all these guys looking like they are on steroids? "Oye.. lots of people are here for this thing. So, this has to be a pretty good secret, eh?" He remarked to the big guy, lowering his eyelids with an eager grin. Wait until his great great grandkids and the rest of the kids he knew in the parks would find out that he would know the secret of Santa! They better give him something good in exchange!...Or maybe he'll just make them wait patiently for the secret for 5 whole minutes before telling them anyways because he can't help himself when it came to kids.
Post by Jumba Jookiba on Dec 6, 2018 10:08:18 GMT -5
Jumba peered down towards this greeting and found, a walking talking Earth bunny dressed up. He had seen (and made) odder though! "Most pleasant greetings!", he didn't exactly repeat his repetitive greeting of before, but something simpler, and reached down to shake her tiny hand with the practice of dealing with a lot of smaller creatures.
Two others arrived, and their hostess was stalled by the first of them, but what grabbed the most of Jumba's attention next was the greeting called out and the...skeleton that walked in! He blinked, and recalled what Jake had said about reanimated back when he arrived.
Jumba had the presence of mind to not ignore the bunny, and waited until the skeleton was closer, speaking to the other large man, to give a subtle glance over. "Reanimation is very cleverly executed", he...praised, "Especially considering lack of living organs and cells. How is it being accomplished? Electricity? Maybe Electromagnetism for...holding...?", he both asked and tried to work through in his own mind.
He then realized he was being rude without Pleakley to tell him, "Sorry, am scientist", he explained, "Jumba Jookiba", he shook hands with the skeleton as well.
"Ooh, look at the snacks!" The waiter had to bend down pretty far to enable Judy to take a tidbit off his tray. "So fancy!" The rabbit officer was used to much more simple fare, but she was willing to try the stuff. Even if she couldn't identify most of it.
More guests were arriving: there was the shortest human Judy had seen so far, not counting the children. This one was no taller than she was. And then in came a...skeleton...
If this was part of the night's entertainment, then their hostess was getting her holidays mixed up.
Sorry, am scientist. Jumba Jookiba
"Judy Hopps," answered the bunny, kind of butting in, as the big guy wasn't actually talking to her. But she was really in the mood to mingle. "You guys should try this gray stuff--it's delicious. Um..." this to the skeleton, "Can you eat?"
Kronk smiled as the alien got his attention, though he hadn't been in the parks long, he had the benefit of his general aloofness. Besides, he was familiar with people-turned-animals, and Yzma. "Customary greeting to you too, pal!" he responded, figuring it was one of those phrases, like Merry Christmas. As he did so, it seemed he was only a bit early. Looking down at the bunny. Wow she's short, though considering she's a rabbit... She seemed shy, so he just gave her a friendly wave. His woodland tricks would come in handy, one of them: Let the animal come to you.
He didn't notice the hostess' attempt to greet him, but then again he was focused on the strange characters. The skeleton really took the cake, Kronk didn't even notice his strange way of talking, compared to this Jumba guy.
"Oye.. lots of people are here for this thing. So, this has to be a pretty good secret, eh?"
"Oh yeah, I think whoever gets it will love what I got 'em!" he said with a grin.
"Reanimation is very cleverly executed", he...praised, "Especially considering lack of living organs and cells. How is it being accomplished? Electricity? Maybe Electromagnetism for...holding...?"
If there weren't a time Kronk wished Yzma was around, to translate that; he figured it had to be magic... What with the strange characters of... different worlds or something like that? Curious this guy went toward... Scientism?
"You guys should try this gray stuff--it's delicious. Um..."
Just as he thought, let the creature initiate. "Gray food?" He couldn't think of a recipe that was such a color. "I have got to try that then. Only gray thing I've eaten is gravy!" he smiled at the little rabbit, looking to the skeleton again, he was curious how bony someone could be and still eat.
Post by Papá Héctor on Dec 12, 2018 11:03:02 GMT -5
"Oh yeah, I think whoever gets it will love what I got 'em!"
What? The Mexican songwriter lifted an eye socket at the large man's answer, when the skeleton suddenly realized that gift exchange was translated to exchanging gifts and not gift in exchange for something, like the secret of santa. "But.. we are still here for the secret of Santa, no?" He asked with a small smile, glancing over with a blink of his brown eyes at the large man that he recognized was at the Halloween party when he disguised himself as Elsa! Ay no! Qué pena. Usually he tried to avoid seeing people that had a conflict with them unless he absolutely needed to, like Miguel ended up having to make him do to a lot of people that he needed to face after borrowing things and not being able to give them back. His nervous smile faded to a genuine one when he didn't hear conflict this time! That was a rarity. He could work with this! If the man did not recognize him at the party then Héctor was not about to remind him.
The centenarian skeleton raised his eye sockets upwards curiously upon hearing the man try to figure out how he was put together. "Eh! Sometimes tape works for holding, amigo!" He mused cynically as he eyed his broken bones on his arm that were taped together with a shrug. He swore by duct tape. Héctor then smiled when he knew what the man was trying to get at regarding the whole thing about being a dead skeleton being so.. animated and decided to properly answer him, "Perhaps it is the magic of this place, you know?" He then smiled jovially upon hearing the large man say that he was a scientist. Hey! Just like his costume! He would have said, but he was NOT about to remind him of that Halloween party. The Mexican con artist did think things through before he would say things. "Jumba Jookiba? Hey, I like the way your name sounds, amigo!" Héctor grinned, enthralled by this man's name. It was like a bunch of nicknames bunched up together in one! "My name is Héctor!" He introduced himself to both large men and turned with a content smile upon seeing the bunny that he recognized from the Halloween Party also, who was so sweet to his great-great granddaughter. Anyone who was sweet to his family was instantly given even more sweetness from Héctor in return without maybe so much cynicism.
"Can you eat?"
"Yes! Even without a stomach!" Héctor answered genuinely sweet. He had to figure that question out himself when he first arrived here, so he was not judging that question to be a dumb one. It wasn't dumb at all! Oh, how he missed having a stomach! Currently, he had a hole for a stomach, where his spine could easily be seen underneath his rib cage. All these living people around them having stomachs, feeling the sensation of being full or being hungry. It was a strange concept to him now. He just ate for the sake of eating, like when he would go out with his wife. The last thing he remembered was having pain in his stomach, so perhaps he was better without one. "But my taste is.. eh, not so much." He admitted with a so-so wave gesture of his skeletal hand, saying that things that were not strong in flavor would easily taste like nothing, so he was not sure where that gray stuff would be in terms of flavor. Gravy was.. okay. Perhaps because it lacked in flavor so he wasn't getting the full experience than he would have if he were alive with a tongue, but it was not like anything he had tasted before when it came to American food.
Post by Jumba Jookiba on Dec 12, 2018 22:29:41 GMT -5
"Customary greeting to you too, pal!"
Jumba smiled, see he had this blending in thing down, no one found anything wrong with his statement.
The rabbit introduced herself next, even without Jumba being polite and asking, but he didn’t mind and even tried to correct his own lack of manners by bending to her level next, or near as he could and oh so gently shaking a paw, "So nice to be meeting you". Ugh where was his Ohana when he was being this...what did Pleakley call it...refined?
He next glanced to the gray stuff Judy mentioned, a handy waiter handing him a tray next to take some off of. Jumba forgot how everyone kept saying you did this at fancy parties, so just tried to grab one, and ended up with three. Shrugging he ate one, "Hey! Is not being bad!". He ate the other two.
"Oh yeah, I think whoever gets it will love what I got 'em!"
"Oh I know will be loving mine!", Jumba chuckled to himself. It might have come off sinister or worrisome to those who before knew him, but he actually meant his words and hoped the recipient would!
"But.. we are still here for the secret of Santa, no?"
Jumba frowned and thought through this. The secret of Santa? He actually sort of caught on (to that anyway, not that he had met the skeleton before) and perhaps from his own having to adjust to well known cultural traditions. "Oh you are meaning who fat red man is, no no one has caught him yet, though is being idea...", he admitted, partly to himself.
If one caught Santa (and was nice to him) maybe he gave whatever one wanted. Ha! He would be the best uncle ever! Lilo would love it!
Luckily asking about the skeleton's reanimation distracted from actually plotting on this idea.
"Eh! Sometimes tape works for holding, amigo!"
That didn't answer the true question Jumba had asked, but as an inventor he could attest the sticky earth tape was very versatile!
"Perhaps it is the magic of this place, you know?"
"Magic...", Jumba didn't sound as criticizing as he had before on the idea, he'd seen a lot and for himself that the barrier held in a scientifically baffling way, but he was still hard pressed to take this as the only answer.
"Jumba Jookiba? Hey, I like the way your name sounds, amigo!"
"Thanking you!", and Jumba was somehow oddly pleased with the compliment, even if his name was one of the things about himself he had had no hand in, as happened. Hmm...maybe he got the genius from his mother's side.
"My name is Héctor!"
"Pleased to be meeting you, Héctor!", Jumba did alright repeating back the way he'd said it. Scientifically Intriguing and nice. Jumba liked this skeleton!
He listened intrigued as Héctor said he ate without a stomach. That definitely discounted science...curious. If he didn't know enough to know it was very rude, Jumba would have asked if Héctor wouldn't mind being strapped to machines and studied...
As quickly as she could manage it, Lottie brushed past the little man and flounced over to her guests.
"Thanks for comin' everybody. How are y'all enjoyin' everything? Anything you don't see, just ask for, y'hear?"
Although they probably all knew it from the invitations, the southern belle gave her name to the muscular man: "Ah'm Charlotte LaBoeuff, your hostess. An' what might your name be? My, you are a big one!"
As her glance ranged around the assorted guests--one short, one tall, one fat, one skinny--
"It's the skeleton man!" she cried, pointing a silk-clad finger. "He pretended to be a lady in a ball gown! An' he's a Peeping Tom besides!"
Lottie clutched at the man's arm as if she was afraid, but truthfully, she was more angry than frightened, already getting used to the bone man's appearance.
Post by Jumba Jookiba on Dec 15, 2018 10:47:14 GMT -5
<<I'm sorry for Héctor...it seems Lottie's statement was all that was needed for Jumba to put things together too >>
Their hostess soon came over, greeting them, and stating they should ask for anything they needed and didn't see. As they typically did. Not that Jumba attended all that many parties to be able to tell. But it sounded like the typical words. Just nodded back, and was about to find some sort of cordial reply back, when the woman gave an ear splitting shriek and pointed to Héctor.
"It''s the skeleton man! He pretended to be a lady in a ball gown! An' he's a Peeping Tom besides!"
Jumba glanced over towards the skeleton again, and....their hostesses words, mentioning a dress in the first place, seemed to be all he needed to put more together. "Be waiting a second...and you were also being in a dress at Halloween! Yes!", there was no accusation in the words, just Jumba putting together and asking a simple question, or more stating it to himself.
"Oh, are being like Pleakley and in disguise, ok". He seemed to brush it off with just that and smiled, now not concerned with the issue. Except for noticing one flaw in what Miss Charlotte LaBoeuff said. "Oh, and his name is being Héctor, not Tom", Jumba helpfully explained.
Post by Papá Héctor on Dec 16, 2018 0:20:49 GMT -5
The centenarian Héctor listened attentively when Jumba began talking about a fat red man that no one had ever caught. It was similar to the mystery tale that Dash was trying to tell him, him going to every house in one night. The skeletal musician stroked his bearded chin pensively as well. Perhaps if he were to try to catch him, maybe he could talk with him in regards to the magic that he could do, maybe even ask him to make him alive again with his magic.. what were the odds that Santa would say no if he were to ask for that for Christmas?
An ear-piercing scream instantly caused the skeleton to jolt, one of his skeletal feet raised up as his arms flailed into a flinching position, "Ah!" For some reason, despite playing for concerts and despite being in a theme park where he would hear those screams all the time in the ride, he still wasn't used to those kinds of screams, and especially now in a room. The last time that happened in a room was when he was with -
"It's the skeleton man!
Lottie?! That was.. not good. Héctor blinked his eyes with a worried smile upon seeing Lottie again, slowly dropping his foot down and retracting back to wrap his arms around himself out of embarrassment. "Hola Lottie..!" He gave a slight awkward wave of his hand with a sheepish grin.
"He pretended to be a lady in a ball gown! An' he's a Peeping Tom besides!"
The Mexican musician didn't know who peeping Tom was, but he figured it was perhaps another nickname like Chorizo. His eye sockets rose and he instantly glimpsed over to Jumba with a nervous grin, hoping that somehow he didn't hear that. He truly hoped that wouldn't cause him to remember that he was also in a dress during the Halloween party. Why did he come to this party where he would face all of these people at once! This was almost as bad as facing Ceci and then Chicharron for all the things he borrowed in the same night!
"Be waiting a second...and you were also being in a dress at Halloween! Yes!", there was no accusation in the words, just Jumba putting together and asking a simple question, or more stating it to himself.
Ay. Of course he remembered. The skeletal musician raised his eyesockets out of concern as he glimpsed over at the expressions of others to try to decipher for what they would think of him, and narrowed his eyes as he quickly tried to defend himself so that they wouldn't think of him in a certain way. He already had to deal with having the reputation of being called a "chorizo" for 96 years and he was not about to deal with the same treatment in the land of the living! "...I.. have a very good reason for doing that and it's not what you think, okay?!" The Mexican skeleton defended himself with a frown, raising a skeletal finger up to point at her. She knew the reason why! It's not his fault that she didn't want to listen! Okay maybe it was given that he gave her a fright after being caught.
"Oh, are being like Pleakley and in disguise, ok".
Héctor tilted one eye socket upward with a bewildered expression and shifted his eyes over to Jumba when he said this, causing him to lower his finger down again. Well, maybe it is what some people would think. Hopefully he wasn't the only one that understood him though.
"Oh, and his name is being Héctor, not Tom"
"Yes! You see?! Exactly like he says! Yes! My name is Héctor! And I was just in a disguise!" The famous songwriter piped up after Jumba spoke, glancing over at him with an appreciative smile. It was rare for a stranger to suddenly defend him like this when he always had to defend himself before he had his family, well that and Chich would sometimes defend him in his own tough way before telling him off about it later on; it was similar to his wife in a way. "Look! This is what I normally wear! Muy guapo (very handsome), no?" With his thumbs around his suspender straps, he tugged at the straps underneath his sewn up vest with a confident grin. As long as his wife thought so, then he was, especially now that he was actually wearing shoes and that his once-tattered clothing was all patched up now.
Post by Judy Hopps on Dec 16, 2018 12:33:43 GMT -5
Judy was having a very nice time when the lady who threw the party came over to greet them.
Ah'm Charlotte LaBoeuff, your hostess
"Hi, I'm Judy," answered the bunny officer, shaking the lady's hand warmly. "It's a super party you've thrown, thanks so much for the invitation!"
All this was right before Charlotte let out an ear-splitting scream.
Even though off-duty, Judy immediately tensed for action. Was there some kind of emergency?
It's the skeleton man! He pretended to be a lady in a ball gown! An' he's a Peeping Tom besides!
It seemed that crime never took a holiday!
"Okay, be calm. Let's get the facts." Fortunately, they had a witness right there in the alien Jumba.
"It's certainly no crime to dress up for a Halloween party." And the disguise angle was a plausible excuse. "But voyeurism is a serious offense, sir," said Judy to the skeleton. "Do you have anything to say in your defense?"
Well, Blondie made it pretty clear she wasn't interested in LeFou. He was used to that. She seemed to have eyes for the big-muscled guy. That figures.
The Frenchman trailed after her toward the other guests, where there was an immediate commotion, caused by Charlotte's earth-shattering scream. Whatever her beef with the skeleton (LeFou had already learned that this place was filled with all kinds of loony creatures), it was not his problem. So, while the others' attention was on the confrontation, LeFou was busy stuffing his face (and his pockets) with snacks.
"Looks like you're caught red-handed, Bones," he chided the skeleton. "Peeping Tom, huh? What kind of lo9w-life are you?"
Although he didn't care one bit about the whole business, LeFou enjoyed seeing others get into trouble and always belittled them when he thought he could get away with it.
"Oh you are meaning who fat red man is, no no one has caught him yet, though is being idea..."
Overhearing this, Kronk had a bad feeling about Jumba... the strange man reminded him of Yzma. He was even purple, adding to the strangeness.
"Perhaps it is the magic of this place, you know?"
So magic was alive and well, but this Jumba character was even more foreign to it, interesting...
"Ah'm Charlotte LaBoeuff, your hostess. An' what might your name be? My, you are a big one!"
Finally she had gotten Kronk's attention, and he flexed his bicep with a grin. "Oh yeah, I keep myself in shape." he said confidently. "The name's Kronk." his voice was deep, he was a clear image of a strong tough man, on the surface of course.
"He pretended to be a lady in a ball gown! An' he's a Peeping Tom besides!"
Quite an accusation, Kronk was familiar enough with things not being as they seemed. Surely that was an exaggeration, or something.
"Oh, and his name is being Héctor, not Tom", "But voyeurism is a serious offense, sir," said Judy to the skeleton. "Do you have anything to say in your defense?"
That took the words right out of Kronk's mouth, which had by now finished off the gravy the bunny had offered. Speaking of the rabbit, she sounded quite professional in how she worded that. "Are you some kind of cop?" Kronk asked, for some reason the thought amused him, but just a snicker.
"Looks like you're caught red-handed, Bones," he chided the skeleton. "Peeping Tom, huh? What kind of low-life are you?"
Kronk did take note of how serious the accusation was. Clearly whatever Peeping, or Peeping Tom; meant, it was a big deal.He awaited an explanation from the skeleton.
Post by Papá Héctor on Dec 19, 2018 23:56:04 GMT -5
Héctor tilted his eye sockets with concern as his brown eyes gazed down curiously at the rabbit that spoke up and wanted everyone to be calm in the hopes of gathering facts. Something in the way that she spoke reminded him of a voice of authority, having dealt with plenty of police and security guards before in the many schemes that the Mexican con-artist attempted to do in order to cross that bridge illegally.. but he decided that Imelda also had that voice of authority and she wasn't a police woman, so perhaps it was the same for the rabbit.
"It's certainly no crime to dress up for a Halloween party."
A sigh escaped his mouth, so thankful that he got away with that! Allowing people to dress up in disguises.. They really get away with a lot here in America in the land of the living! No one else seemed to criticize the fact that he was wearing a dress. Back in the land of the dead, even falsifying a unibrow was considered illegal! The skeleton crossed his arms over his skeletal chest, satisfied with the laws of this America so far. He could use this to his advantage.
"But voyeurism is a serious offense, sir. Do you have anything to say in your defense?"
“..What?! Are you crazy?!" The Mexican skeleton parted his mouth and instantly spread his skeletal arms in surprise, not being able to help but react in shock upon hearing this! He may not have understood who or what Peeping Tom was, but he knew what voyeurismo was, and that was a serious accusation for someone like him! "No- NO! I would never do this!” He retorted, flinging his hands on top of his hat with a shocked expression for such an accusation. Well, for those who knew him when he was drunk, his level of perverted-ness was debatable given the Everyone Knows Juanita song that he did to make fun of the Juanita song, but he would never sing that in front of kids for that reason! And even that song wasn't the level of perverted as an actual perverted guy checking out other women! That went against everything he was taught in the orphanage that was run by nuns!
"Looks like you're caught red-handed, Bones. Peeping Tom, huh? What kind of low-life are you?"
Héctor blinked down at the young man making fun of him with a frown curving down his mouth; this guy was much like that violin player Gustavo and the rest of the musicians that used to make fun of him. Sadly, he had been called a low life for the longest time, so he should be used to it, but the famous musician never thought he'd be called that again when he was back in the land of the living. "I am not perverted, okay?! All I did was wear a dress! There is a big difference!" He countered back at the man, before glancing back at Charlotte with a narrowing of his eyes, “I don’t look at anyone else like that except for my own wife!” He exclaimed at her before crossing his arms and turning to the side with a pout tugging his skeletal mouth.
"Are you some kind of cop?"
That instantly caused Héctor to peek back over his shoulder to Judy upon hearing someone else state his previous thoughts about how much of an authorative voice she had. "...You're an officer?" Suddenly he turned around to gaze down at her with a wide-eyed expression, taking his hat off and holding it with his hands in front of him reverently. If there was such a worried face of dread that could read "I'm going to jail" then that was the face that Héctor Rivera was making right now. Ay no! After they had just settled his criminal record in the land of the dead, here he was making a criminal record in the land of the living! Imelda was never going to allow him to go to a party by himself again. There was an off chance that she wasn't an officer, but he decided that if anything, she sounded like she would still report him regardless. He had to clear his name!
"Oh, that's so nice of you to hear my side!" The skeletal songwriter complimented the would-be officer as he gazed down at Judy with a smile of relief. "I'm having such a hard time being dead this Christmas season and it's so rare to be given this chance, you know?" His eye sockets tilted upward with feigned sympathy in his small frown, waving his hat as if it were a fan, pretending as if his brown eyes could be misty if it were possible. That was a lie. He didn't JUST die, but.. In reality, he wasn't completely lying - he was touching upon a subject that was true; he died just before he could see Coco for Christmas again, and he still couldn't see Coco for Christmas in the land of the living. He stopped fanning with his hat and smiled as he leaned against the table to further explain himself. "Okay. For some reason, all the princess dresses in the Grand Floridian hotel are in the girl's dressing room! Lottie just thought I was being perverted because I was trying on a dress!" Hector explained, then crossed his arms across his exposed rib cage with a reluctant sigh. "If you want to know why I was wearing the dress in the first place...I... don't want to talk about it in front of everyone..!" He glimpsed off to the side with a frown, only wanting to confide in his secret with Judy. It might have sounded like he was keeping certain things in the closet, but he actually was doing this for his great-great granddaughter.
Unfortunately, the famous musician realized that doing this would probably not help with clearing his name and he remembered that the reason the whole misunderstanding with his family occurred was because Héctor kept things to himself instead of communicating. "Fine..I was trying on the dress to see what would fit well for my great-great granddaughter and help her to learn how to dance in it.." He finally began with a reluctant sigh, "I wanted to surprise her with a dress for her quincenera.. her fifteens birthday that is coming up," He finished with a pleading smile, hoping that would explain things. That was the truth of the matter. If they didn't believe him then.. maybe Rosa could back him up if he called her? Hopefully she wouldn't tell on him to Imelda. "It's in the spring time! I'll even make sure that you get an invite, eh?!" He added desperately with a gold-toothed grin at Judy, hoping that would smooth things over even more. That was a lie, since honestly it wasn't his call to see who should be invited.. but he would try to convince Rosa, and he was sure she wouldn't mind. He thought they were pretty friendly with each other at the Halloween party, so it didn't seem like a big deal. In the end, the invitation to the party would prove that what he said was the truth for the most part.
Post by Judy Hopps on Dec 20, 2018 18:49:23 GMT -5
Since she was asked, Judy had no problem admitting it. In fact, she was proud of her position. Very proud.
"Yes, I am a police officer," she replied. "I'm off duty, so I'm not in uniform. But it's still my duty to help keep the peace." She certainly wasn't going to turn her back on a crime just because she was in her civvies.
Judy listened to Héctor's drawn-out explanation. At first, it was pretty clearly a snow job; this guy seemed to be a natural con man. But then he started to come clean.
I was trying on the dress to see what would fit well for my great-great granddaughter and help her to learn how to dance in it..I wanted to surprise her with a dress for her quincenera...her fifteens birthday that is coming up
"It sounds like you're a really caring great-grandpa," said Judy. "She's a lucky little girl."
Turning to Charlotte, the rabbit continued, "It's really up to you, Lottie, whether to press charges or not. Right before Christmas." That little addition made it pretty clear how Judy thought about the matter.
It's really up to you, Lottie, whether to press charges or not. Right before Christmas.
Judy had to say that. And she had to look up with those wide violet eyes.
Charlotte was really a kind person, kind and generous. Only her self-absorption so often got in the way. But hearing Héctor's story and meeting Judy's gaze melted her li'l ol' heart.
"Well...Ah guess he had a good reason for bein' there. Taking a couple of bills from her purse, Lottie waved them at the skeleton and said. "You take this an' go buy her somethin' pretty."
"Well! Now why don't we get on with the party? It's Santa Time!!" That last part was said with gusto. "The gifts are given at random--that's what makes it fun! Ah'll do the honors." It was her party, after all.
Covering her eyes with one hand, Lottie stabbed one finger at a gift, saying, "This one'll be for you, Mistah Skeleton Man. An' this for Judy." And on and on until there was only one package left. "An' this one is for me! Ooh! Open 'em up, everybody!"
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It looked like the business with the skeleton had fizzled out. Too bad. It was fun to see him getting into some serious trouble. Oh, well, now there was nothing to stop him from opening his gift.
As soon as the blonde pointed out which one was his, LeFou tore into the wrapping without even reading the little tag that said it was from Charlotte, and revealed a little silver tray in the shape of a castle, studded with jewels (actually only crystals, but LeFou couldn't tell that). It was for dropping your change and keys in at the end of the day, but he didn't much care. It looked like real silver plate! That was the significant thing.
"This should be worth some decent money," mumbled LeFou to himself with glee.
Then he considered that his gift was pretty shabby. Oh, it was a popular item here in the parks, but he picked it up off the sidewalk, and it was something the worse for wear. Whoever got it might take exception.
So, while the others were focused on their own gifts, LeFou slipped out the door, silver tray in hand, pockets stuffed with snacks, and melted into the crowd.
Post by Judy Hopps on Dec 23, 2018 17:15:01 GMT -5
Judy was glad to hear that Lottie could be reasonable. Although she had no patience with criminals, the rabbit felt that Héctor hadn't had any criminal intentions, even if he technically broke the law. In fact, Judy felt so much sympathy for him, that she would've, if asked, volunteered some of her hard-earned and too-scanty cash to help pay for the dress in question.
Since that little crisis seemed to be over, it was time to get on with the festivities. Judy could hardly contain her excitement as she took the gift indicated for her. Honestly, she was as keen about seeing someone open the gift she brought, but getting a present was fun, too.
She pulled off the paper and put on a confused look at the packet of some kind of tiny pills. Fortunately there was a note that explained it.
"Oh, it's some kind of instant drink," she said. "Thanks, I can't wait to try it."
Judy went off in search of a glass of water. This would be a fun treat, she had no doubt.
Post by Jumba Jookiba on Dec 23, 2018 17:39:26 GMT -5
The issue with Héctor having upset the hostess, Lottie, by surprising her in the dressing rooms, but not of bad intentions, he said, seemed easily resolved and as he said it was a misunderstanding. For not accusing Héctor himself, Jumba was also not much help beyond his slight defense and didn't jump in as the smaller man also accused him, or just hopped on the band wagon, Jumba could tell. He did still feel sorry for the skeleton, though, police could be very pesky...
The reasoning he could understand. Lilo was nowhere near Fifteen (he couldn't even imagine Little Girl going through that and growing up!) but Jumba already had, and would, bend over backwards for and his Ohana. It was a side of him he liked to keep hidden under the facade of being Evil, but even he knew he wasn't all that Evil.
Crisis averted, their hostess handed around their randomly chosen gifts! This was so interesting of an Earth Tradition. Jumba liked it.
The little police bunny (who seemed different than the Galactic Police, so Jumba wouldn't hold her position against her) got his drink tablets! Oh! This would be so fun to watch! In the spirit of the holidays, they weren't dangerous of course, just fun!
Opening his, Jumba found primitive Earth writing utensils and a pad of paper! "Oh, can be putting many ideas in this!", it would be more complicated than his usual database system but...well 625 could get into his computer, he knew, and had possibly even shown 032, so if he wanted to keep his half-formed ideas from his Experiment's criticism even early maybe it wasn't a bad idea as an unknown source. Either-way he would find some use for it!
Bolt: LOL Basil and Tito! A canine coup, eh?
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Ronno: Ugh, what a week: Monday had to take a mourning dove I found with avian pox into a rescue. Wednesday I was in the ER until midnight with headaches and dizziness. Thursday my dog Sprx had a seizure, so I was in the animal ER until 1:00 AM.
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Ronno: Then today Sprx just had another seizure, exactly 12 hours later.
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Panchito: Oh, so horrible when a pet is sick. I hope there's something that can be done to control the seizures.
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Ronno: Aw thanks Panchito: Sprx hasn't a seizure since about 9:15 yesterday mornings hopefully the medicine's taking effect.
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Wart: Welcome, new member!
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Charlotte: Spending the weekend at the Jersey shore, but we have wifi.
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Elsa: i'm trying to summon my muse D:
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Basil: And Then There Were None thread is up.
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Wiggins: Thought it might be good to put a little light on the subject.
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Gaston: No one puts on light like Gaston!
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Basil: The best Basil could do was a warning to Ronno.
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Papá Héctor: Lol thank you, Basil xD Gaston doesn't kill people, so if a human steps in the way.. Maybe that would work? Then again, he'd probably just shove them away, but that's something I suppose >.>
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