Post by Jumba Jookiba on Mar 8, 2019 10:04:52 GMT -5
Many still called it a lost cause. That, and one helpful Cast Member, seemingly "on their side" had even come by to try to explain that the ride presented no Intel Risk, it was just...fun. And gave some joke about not letting bad reviews sway his opinion on the ride.
Jumba still wasn't convinced, and had yet to cease his almost vendetta against Stitch's Great Escape! True, many of the parts looked like they were already on their last legs, but Jumba pridefully thought that was his doing! So now, it was time to try to complete the job. Even if that completion was a bit by bit process.
"Be hurrying up, 0-, eh, Fibber", Jumba used his Experiment's name in both getting all the help he could from him, and trying to be better about that and all. The lie-detector had been the most conveniently found at the time of planning to work more at the ride's dismantling, and Jumba knew he could probably get more work out of him than Reuben.
Lilo and Moana were out of the question. They could not know he was doing this! As if the ice-queen didn't already think lowly enough of him...
Anticipating his Experiment's look even before he had exited after him, Jumba went on, "Yes yes, are made with moral compass and should not be helping Evil-Genius-Creator with this, but, am not lying so...". That somehow made everything ok to Jumba, and he of course whispered this lowly. In case there were any early shift Cast Members.
"Now be being quick, ride will open soon!", Jumba walked along with half a seat in his hands.
Fibber could only detect lies, not trouble. Even so, when his creator came into the little adjoining room he and Reuben shared to find him, the lie-detector had glanced up from his cookie-themed-cereal and interesting TV program almost suspiciously.
Even his form of suspicious was a lighter one than Reuben or Stitch would have employed, and he was amiable enough to agree to follow Jumba over to where they were going. His creator couldn't lie about any of the details; as he found out when he tried to say they were "going to help the park employees".
Fibber buzzed, then looked curious about the real answer. Caught out, Jumba had come clean about where they were going. Back over to Tomorrowland and the Stitch ride. If Fibber could speak enough Tantalog or English to do so with, he would have explained what Jumba already knew, and how lost of a cause it was. Like the Cast Members said.
Being a lie-detector, he just had a good handle on reality in general.
And the Cast Members were telling the truth when they said it wasn't an intel leak, as he'd overheard, therefore Jumba had nothing to worry about. But he'd trotted along after to help carry some spare parts. About all he was good for.
Arms full of odds and ends, he just gave Jumba a slightly unsure look as he tried to defend himself, but probably wouldn't have commented even if he could.
Although Tomorrowland wasn’t exactly somewhere Jiminy made a point of visiting with any level of frequency, it was a nice enough place to visit in the early hours of the day; or, that is to say, it was under normal circumstances. Circumstances not involving a ride being actively stolen right in front of his eyes.
Jiminy may have been many things, but he wasn’t stupid, and he was hardly oblivious to the status quo of the parks and the operation of the rides within them (even if the specifics of the technology involved did fly over his head by a wide margin more often than not). As such, he could easily draw two conclusions as he dubiously observed the situation at hand with increasing skepticism from his perch atop the ledge of a planter: one, it was very likely not standard procedure to actively remove parts from any operating ride, and two, it was far too early in the morning for this level of nonsense.
Besides that, as far as he’d observed all of the cast members were human, and he could hardly say the same for this fellow (though if anyone had asked him he wouldn’t have been able to guess what species he was, likewise for his partner in crime). Even if there may be nothing malicious at hand, he couldn’t help the feeling that whatever was going on probably shouldn’t be. It was that and sheer interest alone that prompted him to intervene (and maybe the logical solution would have been to just alert a cast member, but Jiminy hardly wanted to be labeled a snitch)-- though one could hardly come in guns blazing if they weren’t certain nothing was truly amiss.
To that end, his approach was instead one of casual curiosity as he sprung along after the duo, putting on speed until he could at least somewhat maintain pace alongside them, although he kept well out of stepping range. People here tended to be surprisingly more observant than he was used to, but that was no reason to stop exercising caution. Once he'd managed to get near enough, he waved his hat in a broad arc over his head by way of greeting in order to ensure he was spotted.
“Hey, there! Whatcha got there?” Even as suspicious as he was, his tone conveyed nothing but chipper inquisitiveness as he tilted his head at the duo. “Didn’t know any rides around here were due for maintenance today!”
Post by Jumba Jookiba on Mar 8, 2019 21:42:24 GMT -5
Jumba chuckled to himself, as he was wont, this was going so well! One more half seat and some odds and ends down! Of course he didn't want to do it too quickly, or the Cast Members would notice something; and granted his pile not too close to his lab was growing with every venture, and it would soon be noticeable when and if he dropped off at it, but that day was not today!
“Hey, there! Whatcha got there?”
At the sound of a voice, Jumba paused, glancing around to try to find it. It didn't take him too long to glance down, being used to smaller aliens, though he had to squint some more even to then see the cricket! "Oh!", he bent nearer, just to see him closer, "Hello". The question then registered, along with the other one.
“Didn’t know any rides around here were due for maintenance today!”
Standing, Jumba glanced to the incriminating seat. "Oh...yes, um...", another glance to 032 for good measure. Of course...and it had been his bright idea to ask this Experiment's help...though his options were down to two.
"Er...no, um, they are not...", Jumba glanced back to the cricket, "Or this one is not, but...um...was thinking I would help and...". No, wrong! Jumba already caught the mistake and winced!
Fibber just shook his head as Jumba chuckled. The police back on Kaui would be sorely disappointed in him for aiding this, but...what was he supposed to do? He had to help Jumba. Well, he didn't have to, but he wanted to, even this silly, pointless mission. And he was just carrying what Jumba dismantled.
As he trotted along behind, their visitor caught his eye first, being closer to the ground, and he glanced to him as they came to a stop. Shifting his bundle, Fibber waved, then just watched the conversation.
“Didn’t know any rides around here were due for maintenance today!”
The smile Fibber turned up to his creator was almost knowing, but he didn't smirk, just watched and waited, open and curious. Jumba had given him his powers, maybe he was better at getting around them than he had been back on Turo with the bill collectors and such.
"Oh...yes, um...Er...no, um, they are not...Or this one is not, but...um...was thinking I would help and..."
Though he did good, he really did, up until that part! Fibber opened his mouth, buzzing.
He returned the offered greetings with just a genial tip of his hat before lacing his hands behind his back, watching with little more than dry, amused interest as the fellow attempted (rather clumsily) to talk his way out of the situation at hand.
"Or this one is not, but...um...was thinking I would help and..."
It was almost entertaining, actually, or at least it was up until the floundering was interrupted abruptly by an alarmingly loud noise of… some sort from the shorter member of the duo. Though it gave him enough of a startle to cause him to jump quite a bit, the reasoning behind the interruption was abruptly apparent-- if there was one thing he was good at spotting, it was a liar. Between some solid intuition and the very pointed buzzing of the orange critter it didn’t take him all that long afterwards to put two and two together. He never thought he’d say it, but it suddenly seemed to him that Pinoke had gotten off pretty easy with the whole nose growing thing-- at least the Blue Fairy had made that tell slightly less obvious than this.
By the time he leveled his gaze back to Jumba it could only be described as distinctly unimpressed. It wasn’t his job to call out every liar he came across, by any means, but when it was this painfully obvious it was hard to just walk away from the situation. Besides, as far as he knew removing parts of an attraction was an act of public endangerment of some kind (well, probably) and he definitely couldn’t stand for that. There wasn’t anything Jiminy could really do to make him return what he’d taken; he knew that full well. But he liked to think he was rather good at being persistent, for whatever that was worth, and if he couldn’t verbally guilt trip-- er, convince-- somebody to return stolen goods then he may have to reconsider his occupation.
“Really?” Jiminy conveyed nothing but amicable interest as he spoke up again, as if he hadn’t taken particular notice of Fibber’s cue. Taking advantage of the fact that Jumba had stopped walking for for a second, he used the opportunity to hop up to the top of the seat he was carrying. “Help with what? Looks to be in pretty fine shape to me!”
Post by Jumba Jookiba on Mar 9, 2019 9:49:34 GMT -5
That noise, turned on him! If only for the sake of what others would tell him (and he would tell himself!) Jumba curbed any outward show of his annoyance. He'd designed 032 and his noise after all, he couldn't complain about either! That and he was keeping up appearances. He just continued to smile.
"Uh, never be minding noise, is nothing", it was like he couldn't help himself!
“Help with what? Looks to be in pretty fine shape to me!”
Jumba was not one for admitting defeat! He tried again, around feeling sort of ganged up on, though again, Fibber couldn't help it. "Uh, yes, yes, is looking that way...but is in fact very, very flawed, uh, and...I have to be taking it to ensure safety...because if I am not, people dear to Jumba, that is being my name, will be in danger", (he was guarding Stitch so therefore this made sense!) Ha! Even Genius Intellect!
The cricket was doing a very good job on his own of asking very pertinent questions. Just like the police back on Kaui did! Though Fibber, as a lie-detector, knew about that even before he had started working at the station. Jumba hadn't started to sweat yet, but he was clutching the seat a bit tighter as he went on...
Even the first sentence out!
"Uh, never be minding noise, is nothing"
Fibber didn't look insulted at the attempt at an insult on his skill, just doing his job.
"Uh, yes, yes, is looking that way..."
Fibber tilted his head.
"...but is in fact very, very flawed"
The little lie-detector wasn't sure if he would classify his job as fun, it was just a job, but people like Jumb and Pleakley just made it almost so! Jumba was doing worse than Pleakley had that time his family came in town! And the support group.
Fibber hadn't been at Stitch's trial (being emergency dehydrated) but he could only imagine how that had gone as well!
"I have to be taking it to ensure safety..."
"because if I am not, people dear to Jumba, that is being my name, will be in danger"
His name was correct, but Stitch was not in any danger due to the ride. That last lie wasn't any worse than the others, but Jumba was kind of building them up!
“You really sure it’s nothing?” He furrowed his brow. The concern wasn’t entirely feigned, but it was oversold. “Your friend there’s startin’ to sound awful sick,” he gestured towards Fibber.
Oh, he was sure that some of it was true, but it was almost impressive how much of it was fabricated given Jumba had to be aware he’d been caught by now. He wasn’t even sure what was so important about the whole thing-- it was just a seat, surely he could get one of those just about anywhere! Still, he waited the stuttered explanation out, looking between Jumba and Fibber with rapt attention as the the noise went off again… and again… and again.
"I have to be taking it to ensure safety...because if I am not, people dear to Jumba, that is being my name, will be in danger"
“Well, if you’re really that worried about it then I guess I can help ya find a cast member!” At the very least, he had the mind to trail him for a while longer one way or another. He wasn’t about to be shaken that easily. “It’s a little early, but I’m sure there's somebody around. Name’s Jiminy, by the way!” After all, if he was going to stick around to see the matter through he might as well return the introduction of a sort.
Post by Jumba Jookiba on Mar 9, 2019 15:47:15 GMT -5
Jumba didn't need Fibber to tell him, in his unique way, that this wasn't working; but it still didn't help, and he flinched at every sound out of his Experiment. The Cricket too.
"Oh no, he's not sick", at least he could slip in one more truth, and give Fibber a break of sorts.
“Well, if you’re really that worried about it then I guess I can help ya find a cast member!”
He sighed as the cricket, Jiminy, went on. Even before that mention he knew the jig was up. "Ok, ok, am not fixing ride", if Jumba had one good thing going for him, he knew, sort of, when to give it up. "Am taking pieces away so it goes away, but...for good reason still, honest and crossings", he crossed his heart.
Then sighed again, "This is Experiment 032, or Fibber", he introduced, "Does not talk but is still very smart. Is...lie-detector. Jumba made him. Experiment 626, Stitch, too, that is being picture of him also; and whole ride", he pointed to the sign, for some reason coming fully clean, and partly so he didn't look too bad.
"Whole ride is being...story of his escape to Earth after Galactic Council got mad at Jumba for making Experiments; and...I am not liking that much information on me and my creations being around. Is...worrying, for them, and me". Surely the cricket, Jiminy, could understand this. Hopefully.
Fibber just kept glancing from the cricket, Jiminy as he introduced, to Jumba, and around his beeping. It didn't take too much effort of concentration away from him anyway. Thankfully, with the mention of telling the Cast Members, Jumba came clean. His statement of now telling the truth was backed up by the lack of sound from Fibber. Jumba believed it was a good reason and had good (very misguided) intentions in it all.
The Experiment smiled and waved again as he was introduced, glancing to the picture of his cousin Stitch, like was on his backpack back in his room, as Jumba explained more of the full story that he was so concerned with. He skipped around mentioning he'd been put in prison and that Stitch had been escaping for being an Experiment of pure destruction, but that wasn't Fibber's concern, and Stitch was reformed and all now. And and, Fibber couldn't have added this in if he had wanted to.
Much as he didn’t necessarily need to hear the confession, it was still satisfying to receive one. Jiminy’s proud smugness, though, gradually faded away as Jumba offered up his honest justification.
Jumba made him. Experiment 626, Stitch, too, that is being picture of him also; and whole ride.
Glancing over his shoulder, Jiminy surveyed the picture of Stitch. Looking at Fibber (what an appropriate name) he could see the vague similarities, he supposed, but even without any sort of proof it was apparent from the lie detector’s silence that this time the explanation was true. Frankly, he wagered that he would’ve been able to tell as much without the Experiment’s cues-- compared to his rather pitiful attempts at lying, Jumba’s sincerity this time around was thoroughly apparent.
I am not liking that much information on me and my creations being around.
“You’re tryin’ to protect them,” he summarized as he turned back to Jumba, strangely sympathetic to the whole affair. As much as he theoretically disagreed with taking apart rides without any sort of permission, it was difficult to really find excessive fault in Jumba’s line of thinking. He knew full well that if he discovered that some... some amusement park somewhere was profiting off of everything he and Pinoke had gone through, he would be equally outraged.
“Coulda just said so, you know,” he pointed out finally with a sigh, though his tone fell noticeably short of chiding. He surveyed the stolen chair thoughtfully. He didn’t exactly want to convey wholehearted support regarding the whole operation (he may not have understood much about how the rides here worked, but he doubted the cast members would keep it around if it was a genuine threat to someone's privacy and safety), and yet...
“What’re you plannin’ to do with all of it once you’ve taken it apart? They might not notice small parts, but somebody’s bound to figure out somethin’s up once the whole ride disappears.” And it made sense to assume that Jumba (and his Experiments, by association) would be the first people they’d look to for answers.
Post by Jumba Jookiba on Mar 9, 2019 22:28:47 GMT -5
“You’re tryin’ to protect them,”
Jiminy landed on, for a very good summary of the situation! Sort of. Jumba knew he had to give honest thought to how far he was protecting Stitch, and how far, and much, himself. Not that he wouldn't, and hadn't, gone to extreme lengths in the mission of saving his latest creation once before. "Yes...and me", he only admitted that because Fibber was here, and might catch him on leaving it at sounding only concerned with Stitch.
"Am not having favorites, by any means...", Jumba broke off. He just nodded as Jiminy pointed out that he could have just said so.
"Well was not sure if tiny-bug would understand. The nickname wasn't an insult.
“What’re you plannin’ to do with all of it once you’ve taken it apart? They might not notice small parts, but somebody’s bound to figure out somethin’s up once the whole ride disappears.”
A good point all in all...
"Was going to worry about that when it was happening". Not the smartest plan, for an Evil Genius no-less, but still.
Fibber smiled, partly just proud of his creator in going on and stating this, even if he knew it was probably to prevent any technicality setting off of his sound.
"Am not having favorites, by any means..."
Though even Fibber couldn't have told you what the exact ordering was (though yes, Stitch was probably somewhere near top), that was not strictly true at all; and even Jumba had once used the words One of his Favorites, for Nosey, and however far he was joking, though Fibber didn't know about that. At any rate, the varying details of the lie were not his business, just the fact that it was one.
He didn't even look bothered by the truth he exposed, just exposed it then went back to observing.
His smile grew when Jumba admitted he'd had no plan, basically, and beyond moment by moment. Fibber had already known that much.
Jiminy subtly rolled his eyes at that. Alright, so maybe it wasn’t exactly an entirely selfless reasoning, but... as much as he disliked admitting it, it was still a valid one. Still, all the shady business (not to mention the lack of foresight involved) didn’t bode well for the whole operation.
Well was not sure if tiny-bug would understand.
“Don’t call me that,” he interrupted immediately with a huff. It may not have been intended as an insult, but he was sure going to perceive it as one regardless; after all, he didn't walk around calling humans 'huge mammals'. It was rude!
He crossed his arms as he went back to the matter at hand. “So you really didn’t think about any other options? This is just gonna cause you more trouble than it’s worth, you know!” Crossing the bridge when he got to it would certainly end in disaster; as much as Jiminy wasn’t a fan of worrying excessively about the future, there was a difference between that and a foolish refusal to properly plan ahead. This definitely fell into the latter category.
He dwelled on the matter for a couple long moments. Just talking about the problem (and, really, there wasn’t much left to chide the fellow for aside from his seemingly habitual lying-- and even then Fibber seemed to have that particular issue well in hand) didn’t do anybody any good, did it? But as much as he wanted to help, he didn’t exactly have any other ideas to suggest… he tapped his foot as he thought. There was nothing he could physically help with, as far as he knew-- and even if he could help sabotage the ride he would refuse the job on principle-- and a cover story could only help so much even if it was foolproof.
“Hate to say it, but I’m a bit short on ideas myself,” he admitted. “I’m guessin’ you’ve already talked to a cast member about it. Probably didn’t getcha very far.” The wager was less of an actual guess and more seeking confirmation; he was reasonably certain that if a cast member considered it genuinely important, something would’ve already been done about it.
Post by Jumba Jookiba on Mar 10, 2019 20:42:18 GMT -5
As he stated about favorites, Fibber buzzed. Jumba glanced back over to his Experiment almost sheepishly, but he didn't seem phased by the truth. Well, but he hadn't said...
"No worries, are very adorable", he pat Fibber's head.
Jiminy took offense at his nickname. Not the first. Good thing he hadn't been trying to insult though, like with 'Hamsterwheel'!
"Oh, sorry", Jumba threw in.
“So you really didn’t think about any other options? This is just gonna cause you more trouble than it’s worth, you know!”
Jiminy-the-bug was very opinionated. Yet it wasn't bothering Jumba; yet. And he even went on to think about ways to help, rather than just dismissing the plan. Jumba had not been expecting that part.
“Hate to say it, but I’m a bit short on ideas myself, I’m guessin’ you’ve already talked to a cast member about it. Probably didn’t getcha very far.”
Jumba huffed, sighing and crossing his arms, just in recalling. "No it was not doing anything of kind! They said is "Normal" and part of "rides", and is not representing info stealing at all; but how can that be being true when...", off an idea, Jumba side glanced to Fibber. He hadn't been around for either talk!
"Hey be holding onto tiny horses, you were not being there!", he pointed out to his Experiment, "Yes, and you are knowing they are lying, right? Since is programming and all. Info is being very bad thing for 626, right?", he had to ask directly, he knew.
Jumba tried to apologize, patting Fibber's head. The lack of any clarifying on the order of favorites might have upset another Experiment, but Fibber let it go and just smiled. Jiminy was then good enough to help Jumba try to think up ideas for helping with the ride situation.
"No it was not doing anything of kind! They said is "Normal" and part of "rides", and is not representing info stealing at all; but how can that be being true when..."
Jumba was only relaying what the Cast Member's had said, and Fibber, with that intuitive knowledge of a situation that didn't require personal knowledge, like with Pleakley's family, knew they had said all this, so Jumba was good on the lying scale. He paused and glanced back over to the Experiment though.
"Hey be holding onto tiny horses, you were not being there! Yes, and you are knowing they are lying, right? Since is programming and all. Info is being very bad thing for 626, right?"
Fibber titled his head, just listening to where his creator was going with this, and before the direct question. Why it took Jumba this long to directly ask Fibber couldn't ask and probably wouldn't have anyway!
A beep was his answer. No, Stitch was fine. It was complicated, but he was fine.
“I really don’t think they’d have any reason to lie about that,” Jiminy pointed out carefully. “They know more about the parks than we do, don’t they?” Maybe it was asking too much for someone like Jumba to just take their word for it, but it seemed to Jiminy like this whole convoluted affair could be easily avoided if there was solid proof that this really wasn’t much of a legitimate concern…
But it seemed like Jumba reached the conclusion at around the same time Jiminy did. There was living proof standing right next to them, after all-- if a lie detector couldn’t verify with certainty that a statement was true, then who could?
Yes, and you are knowing they are lying, right?
Jiminy watched Fibber with cautious apprehension as Jumba finally brought the subject up to him (why had it not crossed his mind before? He literally created Fibber). Fortunately, the Experiment confirmed exactly what he’d been hoping-- the cast members really had been honest about the matter. No one was in danger of a safety breach whatsoever.
“Well, there you have it!” Frankly, it was a relief to think that maybe it could all be avoided that easily. He may’ve been willing to help and all, at least in theory, but actually dismantling a ride was far, far out of his comfort zone. “See? No cause for concern! I guess you’ll just have to find something else to do with your time now.” Something less... disruptive, he hoped, though he was honestly starting to think that was asking too much.
Post by Jumba Jookiba on Mar 13, 2019 21:21:39 GMT -5
Even before 032's Absolute Answer, Jiminy replied with good logic to what Jumba said the Cast Member's had told him.
“I really don’t think they’d have any reason to lie about that, They know more about the parks than we do, don’t they?”
Jumba gave a grumble and shrug, loath to admit it, and fully agree...but yes...theoretically they did. "Am...supposing so...", he admitted. His face, as he waited for Fibber to confirm, once and for all, his point in doing all this, fell like a kid awaiting candy and then being told he couldn't have it, except a bit more deadpan.
“Well, there you have it!”
Jiminy added. Jumba could hardly argue with the logic of his own lie-detecting Experiment, but at the same time...he still wasn't so easily convinced. Things like Honest Opinion could sway a response...even if he had made sure to ask pointedly for that very reason. Anyway standing here and arguing the point would be pointless.
“See? No cause for concern! I guess you’ll just have to find something else to do with your time now.”
"Oh, will not be being a problem", Jumba didn't focus on this for boredom's sake, and in fact took time away from other projects for it. "Always have many projects going", as any inventor should. To that end...Jumba glanced to Fibber again and realized maybe he should clarify, so the bug he could already tell had no problem investigating things didn't get the wrong idea. "Not more Experiments, Inventions".
He would have clarified even further harmless inventions, but there was no need to set Fibber off again...even if they were mostly harmless.
"So, are you being new here?", Jumba turned his attention back to Jiminy and figured he'd ask. He hadn't seen him around, but then he could have just not run into him. "Jumba can just tell you are not...from here", he clarified. That odd ability to just know. Crickets not talking on Earth aside.
Jiminy backed up Fibber's own assessment, answering further as the Experiment could not; not that Jumba needed it. He had designed him to be to the point about that, and for his sound to cover, simply, if things were a lie or not. Yet Fibber also knew, even with double answers, Jumba wasn't going to be convinced. Not fully. The Cast Members had been clear enough themselves, even if Jumba no doubt took it all as a cover up.
When not lie-detecting, Fibber, and his reactions, usually didn't draw attention to himself, but he smiled as Jiminy mentioned finding something else to do with Jumba's time. He wondered how much of exactly what Jumba did with said time, the cricket really would want to know about! Though he didn't make Experiments here, or hadn't tried yet, mostly Inventions, as he said, and Fibber kept quiet about it, because it was the truth.
Always have many projects going. Not more Experiments, Inventions.
“That’s swell, then!” It was always good to know someone had something productive to do with their time, even if Jiminy couldn’t exactly claim to know for certain whether this particular case was the ‘good, genuinely beneficial and educational’ kind of productive or the ‘recklessly dangerous’ kind of productive.
There was nothing stopping him from poking around a bit to find out, he supposed, but it didn’t really mean he’d have any idea what Jumba was actually making. Jiminy didn’t know a wrench from a… well, he couldn’t even think of another tool off the top of his head, which was solid enough indication of how little he knew about inventing. In any case, Jumba didn’t exactly linger on the subject much longer one way or another. Which was only slightly suspicious.
Jumba can just tell you are not...from here.
He smiled wryly. "Heh, guess it’s a little obvious, isn’t it?”
After all, he wouldn’t say he exactly fit in with the crowd around these parts. That wasn’t to say that there weren’t other crickets around, but.... well, the crickets here had decidedly different taste in fashion than what Jiminy was accustomed to. Which was to say they didn’t seem to care for clothing much at all outside of trying to eat it (a lesson learned the hard way; he lost the sleeve of a perfectly good jacket trying to offer it to a fellow). And that was really only scratching the surface as far as their manners were concerned. They never even bothered speaking up, they only ever chirped, which was all fine and well he supposed but not terribly conductive to cross-species communication.
And they had an extra set of limbs. Jiminy usually opted not to dwell on that.
“I blew in not too long ago from Italy!” He paused before offering a slight clarification. “Not, uh, the Italy here. A different Italy. Bigger Italy. Whole lot more ocean and less… er, pretzels."
Post by Jumba Jookiba on Mar 20, 2019 9:09:01 GMT -5
Jiminy-the-bug took his explanation pretty much at face value, though Jumba also knew...he did not, not really, and not to trust to that too much. But, like he'd said, and Fibber had backed up. It wasn't anything it shouldn't be. Jumba was glad he didn't pry further, though, while also reminding himself that, as a small bug, he could do so if he ever wanted to at any given point.
It was like having two checks and balance systems!
They moved on to Jiminy being new here. Jumba shrugged as he said it was no doubt obvious. "Yes and no, everyone who...did not start here, is just...having this look". That didn't explain it too well, but was as far as Jumba had gotten with the problem, much as even he knew, as an analytical scientist, it didn't quite explain everything, or not in a satisfactory way.
But whatever. It did as as explanation also.
“I blew in not too long ago from Italy! Not, uh, the Italy here. A different Italy. Bigger Italy. Whole lot more ocean and less… er, pretzels."
"Oh yes, are knowing what you are meaning!", Jumba said. "I myself am being from Hawaii with more ocean and...well same amount of pineapple actually, but yes, less bread". So, as he'd realized with the Polynesian theme at least, the other sections were very good "samples" of the rest of Earth, but not the real things. Good to know!
Again, Jumba got by in his talk by being vague. But then it was a trait he'd learned in dealing with Fibber, even when he, as his creator, should have had a better handle on how to get around the very powers he'd given him. As Fibber and all of his cousins knew, the scientist hardly thought things through that much, though.
Statements that were true at the moment, and could change with others actions, weren't lied either, and hopefully Jumba would keep Jiminy's statement true by not making any "un-swell" inventions.
Though he couldn't state his own official greeting, the Experiment held out a hand to shake as Jiminy stated officially that he'd come from Italy. Again Jumba was not wrong to only claim Hawaii himself...
Jiminy nodded, though not without a good bit of uncertainty behind the gesture. He liked to think he was well-versed in geography. Well-versed for a cricket, that is to say. Clearly it wasn't enough to provide him with the knowledge of where on Earth Hawaii was supposed to be.
Rather than admit this, he quite gratefully took the opportunity to instead cautiously prod at the question lingering in the back of his mind.
"And you don't find that strange anymore? Only havin' a slice of home, and not... well, you know. The real thing." He gestured broadly with his arms as though it were possible to indicate the size of The Real Thing even as he spoke of it, and then with a double-glance sideways kept an arm extended to return the offered handshake from the Experiment, albeit very absentmindedly. "It's far from a suitable replacement, isn't it?"
...Or perhaps it was just him, perhaps everyone else truly had adjusted with enough time. It was a nice enough place to be stranded, he supposed. If he had to choose. He would rather he didn't have to choose, but fate wasn't that overwhelmingly kind. Perhaps that made it easier, even for those like him, those with no one from what they would consider home or family (though he felt he may have been overstepping to consider Pinocchio that much). Part of him dreaded the thought of sticking around long enough to find out how easy it was to simply move on.
Post by Jumba Jookiba on Aug 20, 2019 9:03:37 GMT -5
Jiminy nodded, though Jumba wasn't sure if he had recognized the name. If he hadn't, he didn't say so, either for manners, or maybe because of the lie-detector standing there observing all. Jumba had to give a small chuckle at the handshake even as Jiminy went on.
"And you don't find that strange anymore? Only havin' a slice of home, and not... well, you know. The real thing. It's far from a suitable replacement, isn't it?"
It was easier to not think on, honestly, or Jumba just hadn't really put that fine a point to it. He pondered the point now and shrugged. "Is...better than having nothing of home, am supposing", he said, "Suitable Replacement, no, but Suitable Replacement would also not be one and have Ohana, um, family with it too. Have some of those here", he nodded to Fibber, "but not all".
Jumba didn't want to tell the bug he would just have to become used to it, though that seemed his point, but thinking like that...and expecting it to be home; that was dangerous thinking.
Not that Jumba didn't have his lingering Too Hopeful thoughts too. Mainly that he was just going to eventually build something to break through the barrier. Even if he told himself he didn't think like this anymore, he did.
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.
Aug 30, 2019 9:38:40 GMT -5
Ronno: Then today Sprx just had another seizure, exactly 12 hours later.
Aug 30, 2019 9:39:06 GMT -5
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.
Aug 31, 2019 18:34:31 GMT -5
Wart: Welcome, new member!
Sept 3, 2019 19:01:55 GMT -5
Charlotte: Spending the weekend at the Jersey shore, but we have wifi.
Sept 6, 2019 21:15:15 GMT -5
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!
Sept 12, 2019 9:45:19 GMT -5
Basil: The best Basil could do was a warning to Ronno.
Sept 12, 2019 17:53:50 GMT -5
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 >.>
Sept 12, 2019 19:42:02 GMT -5