The monorail had just screeched to a halt at the station to the Magic Kingdom. Varian and his faithful raccoon Ruddiger stepped off the monorail and headed to the entrance to the park. Once they arrived, Varian noticed all the beautiful decorations and realized something very important: this would be his first Christmas away from home and...without his father, Quirin. He felt tears prick at the edge of his eyes as he strolled down Main Street USA as he watched all the happy families together. He couldn't bear to look at their smiling faces and noticed an old theater playing Mickey Mouse cartoons.
Varian slunk into the theater quietly as he could so he wouldn't attract any attention to himself or Ruddiger. He sat down in one of the seats at watched the picture show before pulling something out of his satchel. It was a painting of him as a happy infant with both of his parents. "Merry Christmas, dad," he said as he touched the image of his father as tears fell from his eyes.
Gadget bustled out from a little hole in the wall down near the baseboard, her arms full of metal parts. This theater was always dark inside, so nobody noticed the hole, but it was just the right size for a mouse, and offered her an easy way to get to the cast-member-only areas of the building, a perfect place to pick up parts from broken machines, like movie projectors.
As she stepped out of the crack and into the room, Gadget let out a squeak of surprise upon seeing the human. Not many people took the time to visit this place, and it was usually empty.
"Golly, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb your viewing. I'm just passing through; don't pay any attention to me."
Varian jumped a bit at the sound of another voice. He quickly wiped the tears away and cleared his voice, "It's alright. I just needed to get away from all the merriment outside." He looked around to find the source of the voice when his eyes finally noticed Gadget. This didn't seem to surprise him since he met Jake the kangaroo mouse at Tower of Terror a while back.
"I'm sorry to ask but are you one of Jake's friends?," he asked, curious if she knew him. Varian wasn't sure who was friends with which people. He never had friends before until he met Andrina, Elsa, Reuben, and Jake. Though he wasn't sure if Reuben or Elsa were, for sure, his friends but he liked to think they were his friends.
"Yes, he's my friend," answered Gadget, recalling her last meeting with the Australian explorer. "Do you know Jake?" Then, thinking her answer might need a little clarification, she added, "Of course, I'm only his friend from here. Not from back home. We only just met. By the way, nice goggles. It's easy to appreciate a good pair. Did you know you can make a decent pair with a rubber band? Or, you could, if you could find a rubber band big enough to fit your head. Not that your head is extra big. Just regular size for a human."
In the midst of all this, Gadget made a surprising discovery.
"Golly, are you crying?"
Putting down her spare parts, she advanced and asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Well that's good to know," Varian smiled a little. He blushed a bit when Gadget complimented his goggles, "Aw thank you. These goggles belonged to my late mother." His face fell a bit when he mentioned his mother. He hadn't spoken about her since the anniversary of her passing. It reminded him about how much he missed his father at the moment.
His thoughts were interrupted when Gadget noticed his tear stained face. Varian became embarrassed and hid his face, "Yea. I just miss my dad...that's all..." He felt a new batch of tears ready to fall from his eyes. Ruddiger took notice of his master's sad face and climbed into his lap then rubbed his head against Varian's chest. Varian looked down at Ruddiger and held the raccoon close to him as the tears began to fall again.
It would never occur to Gadget that anybody would be embarrassed to be seen crying. If you're happy, you laugh, if you're sad, you cry; what's embarrassing about that? But now she could see that the boy was really sad. And a coming holiday usually made people happy, too.
Yea. I just miss my dad...that's all...
"Oh, sure, we all miss the people we left back home. Wherever that home is for you. I miss my friends, too." Gadget wasn't trying to minimize his feelings, only to point out how universal they were.
"But there are some of us working on the problem of how to get back. One of these days, we'll crack it. And then we'll all go home. You'll see." She hoped that would cheer him up. If he was smaller, Gadget would've put her arm around his shoulder. As it was, she settled for patting his arm, though he probably couldn't feel it.
"It's more than just missing that," Varian said as he took a shakey breath. He explained his situation to Gadget, which was odd for him but since he met Elsa and the others, he had been opening up more to people. He wasn't sure why but he felt more safer with Gadget as he told his story to her. She kind of reminded him of his late mother but he couldn't figure out why.
Varian finally pulled out his research from his experiment at Tower of Terror. "These are the results of the portal experiment but as you can see was unsuccessful. However, I did collect some very important data," he explained as he set the research down for her to examine for herself. He became nervous as to how she would respond to his research.
Gadget remained very still as Varian recited the story of his life. Or at least, of recent events. Her facial expressions showed clearly how moved she was.
"Golly, that's awful! It's the saddest thing I've ever heard...imagine, seeing your dad trapped like that..." Gadget's thoughts turned to her own father, now gone for several years. But that wound might never really heal. "That Rapunzel character must be the meanest human ever! And I've met some pretty terrible crooks."
But then the little face brightened. This talk probably wasn't helping Varian all that much.
"You know, he might still be alive. I mean, whatever this amber stuff is, it sounds like it could put you in suspended animation. Of course, I'd have to see it to know for sure. But at least it's a chance."
<<I'm assuming they exchanged names somewhere during VArian's off-stage explanation>>
"Yeah...I really believed in her....," Varian sighed then realized something. "Oh! I just realized I never introduced myself. My name is Varian, by the way." He felt a little embarrassed about it. He told her about what happened and never properly introduced himself, which was considered very rude.
Varian shook off the embarrassment and returned back to his latest notes about the portal. "I hope you're right about the amber. So I've been studying the portals for quite some time to find a way home," he said as he went over the research. "So far my research hadn't yielded much results from the tests I've conducted. The last test didn't give quite the reaction I hoped since it exploded. Thankfully, Jake, Reuben, Ruddiger and myself came out unscathed but unfortunately my hypothesis was incorrect. The portals can transport you but only to places associated with Disney."
<<No worries--just thought I'd save us some time>>
My name is Varian, by the way.
"I'm Gadget," answered the mouse of the same name. "Gadget Hackwrench. Nice to meet you." The change of subject brought an instant change in Gadget's expression, which brightened up into its normal cheerful mode. She stepped over to take a look at the papers Varian spread out on the floor. To her they were room-sized, but she was used to dealing with human stuff.
Walking across the notes, Gadget gave them a quick once-over, just to get the gist.
"These are pretty complete. You're a good researcher." It wasn't often she met a fellow scientist. "I was thinking--what if vibrations had some effect on the portals? Or even the barrier that keeps us inside the park? It could be acoustics-based."
“Pleasure to me you as well, Gadget,” Varian said as he smiled at her. He chuckled a bit at the compliment then looked at the papers again. He thought on this for a moment or two before he spoke, “It’s a possibility, Gadget. However, we would need to run more test to prove this theory. But the question is how do we prove it?” He looked over his research in hopes of finding an answer to this.
Varian groaned in frustration then noticed how his voice echoed through the theater. “What if a portal appeared at place where the acoustics were channeled to the exact frequency as the portal? Could that possibly prove your theory on acoustic-based effect on the portal? And if so, could it be possible to channel the portal to return us to our worlds or at least give us a chance to find a way home?,” he asked as he studied his research carefully.
However, we would need to run more test to prove this theory.
"Oh, absolutely. And since the barrier is always in the same spot, I'm thinking that would be the place to start." Gadget would have been gratified to see how talking about science seemed to lighten Varian's mood and get his mind off his troubles if she wasn't getting so immersed herself that her mind had forgotten about anything else. "I wonder what kind of transduction it will have..."
"Well, the only way to know that will be to bombard it with sound. We'll need the mechanics for wave generation. And we'd better make allowances for pitch and diffraction and volume. Golly, there are so many variables!" This was not going to be a five-minute project. "I wonder if we should start with longitudinal waves or transverse waves. What do you think?"
“It’s true that the portal does open up in the same location but timing is key. The portal has a mind of it’s own. It’ll be difficult to pinpoint when it’ll appear or how long it will stay open,” Varian pointed out as he catalogued this in his research. “Indeed, the transduction would be an important component to our tests. It could possible effect our tests depending on what we find.”
Varian thought on this for a moment. Either a longitudinal wave could be more effective than a transverse wave or vice versa depending on how the tests are executed. “Perhaps we should start on the longitudinal waves first to retrieve data on the portal’s response before we do transverse waves. That way we can map out it’s effects,” he finally said after he thought on it.
Varian quietly observed Gadget as she sketched a diagram of the machine they would need for their tests. Some of the things, like a sonar for example, were a few things he didn’t know about or how to make one. However, he didn’t mind it at all because Gadget was there. He was actually enjoying the mouse’s company and he felt he could trust and hopefully become friends with her.
When Gadget mentioned a place to build the machine, he thought on it. “True. I wouldn’t be able to fit through your mouse hole,” Varian admitted with a chuckle. “But maybe there’s an empty space no one ever uses anymore. Perhaps asking cast member for assistance might yield some results?” He looked at Gadget for her thoughts on the subject.
It was funny how Varian knew so much about her house, even though he'd never been there. He must be a child prodigy.
When Varian mentioned empty spaces, it got Gadget's mind working. So much so, that she didn't hear the rest of his remark until after a short distracted silence.
Perhaps asking cast member for assistance might yield some results?
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I guess so, but..." Gadget hardly ever bugged the park workers for stuff; she just got what she needed on her own most of the time.
"There are lots of unused places in the parks," answered the mouse, turning to Varian again. "I had to research them a while back. For a friend. I haven't been to all of them because I found...I mean, I remember where they are." Tapping her chin with the pencil got the mental juices flowing. "I'm thinking our best bet might be...Pleasure Island."
Varian wondered how Gadget got so smart for a mouse. He always thought animals were intelligent in their own ways but not like this. He would have to ask her how she became so intelligent and what she did for a living.
Varian raised a brow at the mention of Pleasure Island and thought on it. “Alright but how do we get there and why is it called Pleasure Island?,” he asked, looking down at her with a curious look. He wasn’t sure about going to Pleasure Island but Gadget seemed to think it was a good place to work. “And is it a safe place?,” he asked as he set his hand down so she could climb up onto it. He wanted to make sure it was a safe work environment for them.
how do we get there and why is it called Pleasure Island?
"Golly, I don't know why it's called that. I only found out about it when I was researching abandoned areas of the parks." It was during the time when she was trying to find a certain mouse-turned-cat, but Gadget didn't go into that kind of detail with Varian.
"It used to be a bunch of nightclubs on a pier. But it's all shut down now. I've never been there, but all my research shows that it's pretty big, with lots of buildings, good for housing our equipment. There might even be old machines and things we can salvage for parts."
As to the other question: "You can't get there by any of the regular transportation. We'll have to walk. Unless you want me to build us a vehicle." Gadget's face lit up with the anticipation of inventing something for that purpose. "Of course, it'll take me months to build something big enough for a human. Maybe we'd better just walk."
The little mouse picked up her spare parts once again and lead the way outside. Pleasure Island, here we come!
To be continued in--
Pleasure's All Mine
Tito: Fixed, Basil; and we have to balance out those cats somehow!
Aug 28, 2019 22:56:17 GMT -5
Bolt: LOL Basil and Tito! A canine coup, eh?
Aug 30, 2019 9:33:10 GMT -5
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.
Aug 30, 2019 16:59:59 GMT -5
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!
Sept 3, 2019 19:01:55 GMT -5
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:
Sept 8, 2019 18:54:57 GMT -5
Basil: And Then There Were None thread is up.
Sept 10, 2019 13:36:36 GMT -5
Wiggins: Thought it might be good to put a little light on the subject.
Sept 10, 2019 21:15:43 GMT -5
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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