Clothes Make the Man {{costume party thread}}
Jan 12, 2024 17:23:57 GMT -5
Post by Moana on Jan 12, 2024 17:23:57 GMT -5
Moana watched to see if the belt made any difference, and it seemed to...as Dash was now able to rush over under normal speed and beg Basil to turn him into something fast. She sighed, and was about to go over and tell the boy not to bother Basil about that right now, but it was too late, with some words, and a swish of magic, Dash was turned into a deer.
The young chief blinked. Well hopefully it would help him out, and she noticed the transformation left her belt now on the floor. Bending down, she scooped it up and replaced it.
Turning her attention once more, Moana scanned their options. Whatever heightened senses she got from this Amelia Earhart, they didn't seem to help with door picking. Of course that made sense that not everything would apply. That friend of Dash's seemed very smart, either on her own or due to her costume, but Moana didn't want to insult and assume it was the costume.
She just watched as Edna pulled out a notebook and consulted it before picking a door to open.
A dense fog immediately rolled out. Ordinarily Moana would have thought of old fashioned (to everyone but her) torches and scanned the walls for lit tree branches, but without even pausing to think of it and have to remind herself they existed, as she usually did, she reached to her thankfully recovered belt and pulled what to Amelia Earhart and all other Americans was a flashlight but Basil might have called a torch.
For Moana, it wasn't direct ignoring but more that Gadget's words made it in as a secondary concern, something that when she had more time she could reflect on, but which wasn't pressing in the moment. She continued shining her light about but more to direct herself and the others, not looking for these dangerous instruments.
Moana froze, glancing about for the voice, but her light was only cutting the gloom so far. "Hello? Hello?", she asked, "You're breaking up, what was that?".
She glanced to those of her companions she could see, "Do you guys hear that? It's like a radio transmission but...it's breaking up". And it was filling her with such a feeling of panic and hopelessness, though this was just a room they had to cross, no more risky than the rest of it.
The young chief blinked. Well hopefully it would help him out, and she noticed the transformation left her belt now on the floor. Bending down, she scooped it up and replaced it.
"Okay, so who's going to pick a door?"
Turning her attention once more, Moana scanned their options. Whatever heightened senses she got from this Amelia Earhart, they didn't seem to help with door picking. Of course that made sense that not everything would apply. That friend of Dash's seemed very smart, either on her own or due to her costume, but Moana didn't want to insult and assume it was the costume.
She just watched as Edna pulled out a notebook and consulted it before picking a door to open.
A dense fog immediately rolled out. Ordinarily Moana would have thought of old fashioned (to everyone but her) torches and scanned the walls for lit tree branches, but without even pausing to think of it and have to remind herself they existed, as she usually did, she reached to her thankfully recovered belt and pulled what to Amelia Earhart and all other Americans was a flashlight but Basil might have called a torch.
"There's danger in that room. From...musical instruments!"
For Moana, it wasn't direct ignoring but more that Gadget's words made it in as a secondary concern, something that when she had more time she could reflect on, but which wasn't pressing in the moment. She continued shining her light about but more to direct herself and the others, not looking for these dangerous instruments.
"Who--consult--Leota? What--to know?"
Moana froze, glancing about for the voice, but her light was only cutting the gloom so far. "Hello? Hello?", she asked, "You're breaking up, what was that?".
She glanced to those of her companions she could see, "Do you guys hear that? It's like a radio transmission but...it's breaking up". And it was filling her with such a feeling of panic and hopelessness, though this was just a room they had to cross, no more risky than the rest of it.