Don't Let My Troubles Trouble Me [Pinocchio]
Dec 13, 2020 1:21:32 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2020 1:21:32 GMT -5
So maybe Jiminy had been dragging his feet a bit in regards to fulfilling the promise of genuinely exploring the attractions.
Unless you counted standing atop the map he'd got spread across a bench a proper start to the day's goal, in which case he was actually doing rather well, given he had already spent no less than half an hour or so trying to commit the various pathways of the Magic Kingdom to memory before they so much as thought about setting off.
In part, it might have been some sort of attempt at stalling. True, Jiminy had done a very thorough sweep or two (or three) of the whole place— top to bottom, as best as he could manage— in the time that he'd been there, and had yet to find any back rooms full of crates of donkey children.
(Yet being the operative word. He wasn't convinced.)
But that didn't exactly do much to ease his concern regarding Pinocchio wandering around the parks; yes, it was better that he would be with supervision, but... on the other hand, Jiminy had proven himself to be something of a lousy supervisor in general. Coupled with the fact that he'd yet to take a gander into any of the attractions around here himself (he'd been rather preoccupied with virtually anything and everything else)...
Well, he felt justified in being wary, that was all.
Granted, the place was already a far cry from the typical associations Jiminy made when it came to amusement parks. You know, big looping roller coasters and massive ferris wheels and all. It was a little less daunting in that regard, even if the sheer scope of the place was enough to make him nervous. Many things, he'd come to find, made him nervous, to the point that he wondered if his younger self would be annoyed with the forward-looking fretting of his present self. It was just a difficult feeling to fend off, that was all, what with how much of a spectacular failure Pinocchio's first several days of life had been the first time around.
He wasn't about to let it all go down that badly a second time.
"Well," he decided finally, more to himself than present company, stepping back from his attempted map studying just to prop his chin up with a hand. "To be entirely honest, I don't think it'll do us much good to plan it out by map."
He wasn't about to admit that maybe he was just bad at reading maps (not entirely his fault; the perspective looked so different when you were looking down over everything on a paper map rather than staring up at it from the ground), but that may have had some hand in it.
"Place is just a little too big for that, I reckon. Sometimes it's better to just sorta see what kinda things you stumble into when you start exploring— carefully. Carefully exploring." A necessary amendment. Jiminy was no stranger to wandering rather carelessly from one place to another, but Jiminy had also never had to worry very much about what kind of example that set before. "Least there's no shortage of places to start."
Unless you counted standing atop the map he'd got spread across a bench a proper start to the day's goal, in which case he was actually doing rather well, given he had already spent no less than half an hour or so trying to commit the various pathways of the Magic Kingdom to memory before they so much as thought about setting off.
In part, it might have been some sort of attempt at stalling. True, Jiminy had done a very thorough sweep or two (or three) of the whole place— top to bottom, as best as he could manage— in the time that he'd been there, and had yet to find any back rooms full of crates of donkey children.
(Yet being the operative word. He wasn't convinced.)
But that didn't exactly do much to ease his concern regarding Pinocchio wandering around the parks; yes, it was better that he would be with supervision, but... on the other hand, Jiminy had proven himself to be something of a lousy supervisor in general. Coupled with the fact that he'd yet to take a gander into any of the attractions around here himself (he'd been rather preoccupied with virtually anything and everything else)...
Well, he felt justified in being wary, that was all.
Granted, the place was already a far cry from the typical associations Jiminy made when it came to amusement parks. You know, big looping roller coasters and massive ferris wheels and all. It was a little less daunting in that regard, even if the sheer scope of the place was enough to make him nervous. Many things, he'd come to find, made him nervous, to the point that he wondered if his younger self would be annoyed with the forward-looking fretting of his present self. It was just a difficult feeling to fend off, that was all, what with how much of a spectacular failure Pinocchio's first several days of life had been the first time around.
He wasn't about to let it all go down that badly a second time.
"Well," he decided finally, more to himself than present company, stepping back from his attempted map studying just to prop his chin up with a hand. "To be entirely honest, I don't think it'll do us much good to plan it out by map."
He wasn't about to admit that maybe he was just bad at reading maps (not entirely his fault; the perspective looked so different when you were looking down over everything on a paper map rather than staring up at it from the ground), but that may have had some hand in it.
"Place is just a little too big for that, I reckon. Sometimes it's better to just sorta see what kinda things you stumble into when you start exploring— carefully. Carefully exploring." A necessary amendment. Jiminy was no stranger to wandering rather carelessly from one place to another, but Jiminy had also never had to worry very much about what kind of example that set before. "Least there's no shortage of places to start."