Songbird felt her heart plummet into her stomach with her hopes as the repairman couldn’t find a key. Her wings drooped… but it didn’t seem like he was giving up? She moved closer to him, grabbing the bars and peering through as he pulled a cart from… well she wasn’t really sure where, but she was sure it didn’t matter. She watched his every move with vested interest.

He opened the red toolbox on the top shelf and started to root through it.

“Lessee…” he muttered, “buzz-saw… blowtorch… bolt cutters…”

As he kept digging, he tossed these tools aside, as well as a car battery (that he struggled to lift), a duckie inner tube (that squeaked when it landed), a jack-in-the-box (that a clown face sprung out of), and a box full of springs (which immediately boinged away).

“A-ha!” the inkblot finally exclaimed, pulling out a paperclip. “This should get you out quick!”

What is happening?!

[[@kitterahsdollhouse, @bonkakira-and-friends]]

[[And, finally, this M!A is over!]]

“K-k-key?” She echoed, closing her eyes to try and remember WHAT a key was, let alone WHERE it was. If it was the thing that opened the cage though… She could see, in her mind, the little golden key glinting in her captor’s hand. When he was done he put it… She opened her eyes and pointed to a drawer of a desk not far off. “The-e-er-re.” She pointed to the top drawer of the dark brown desk across the room.

Oh. Well. That was easier than he thought.

“All right,” he said, moving over to the desk, “let’s get you out and abou–”

He stared into the drawer. There was no key. He riffed through some papers, opened some other drawers, but no, there didn’t seem to be any key. Figures.

“Well,” he sighed, pulling his tool cart from stage left, “there’s always plan B.”

new things? tilts her head like what? how do you feel about them? as someone “born” into anonymity I’m really curious now that you’ve had it thrust upon you (kitterah)

@kitterahsdollhouse, I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can be an anon. The mun doesn’t think so either; he knows extending it was a mistake!

[[M!A 6/7]]

Open Starter!

kitterahsdollhouse:

askthefwrp:

“Carry it? IF there was a reason to… I’d likely tie it to myself if not just carry it in my hands.” Ace shrugged, not quite seeing what his strange visitor was getting at. “I’m not a toon though, so I wouldn’t be able to use this ‘inventory’ either right?” The repairman being the only toon Ace had ever met, it seemes logical that he’d think all toons look like the repairman.

“Uh…”

The Repairman remembered that many Toons don’t identify as such.

“…actually, you kind of are…”

Oh gosh. This was gonna be tricky. The Repairman stood up, ready to kick open his toolbox just in case.

“…You could use an inventory, I think.”

Ace simply laughed “There’s no way I’m a toon, but I’ll humor you. Tell me how to use an ‘inventory’ and I’ll try.” He didn’t see the harm in trying, but he didn’t expect it to work.

“Ah, well, just take this,” the Repairman instructed, handing over the yardstick, “then you…”

He paused. He hadn’t really thought about how his hammerspace worked, let alone anyone else’s.

“Well,” he tentatively continued, gesturing vaguely, “…then you just pack it away. Um, hang on…”

He tried to pantomime putting the yardstick away like he had a coat with inside pockets.

“Or maybe…”

He put his imaginary yardstick up, over, and behind his head.

“It could be…”

He pretended to swallow the thing. After a moment’s thought, he shook his head.

“No, don’t do that last one…”

…I’ll admit, I’m seeing a lot of new things now…

[[M!A 4/7]]

@kitterahsdollhouse

Songbird ignored him at first, she wanted to go home. Heedless of her environment she walked forward until she reached the “sunflowers”, but they were actually the bars to her cage. She tried to go through them, she tried moving them but she couldn’t get through them at all. That’s when the illusion broke. The vibrant colors she saw and the joyful song she heard faded, leaving her to look at the same opulent room she’d been looking at for years, through the same bars that had held her just as long.

Tears welled up and she sniffled feeling defeated, but someone had promised her out… She looked for the voice to see the Repairman not far off. She gave a sad, questioning chirp.

The Repairman could only watch as the poor bird woman walked into the bars and realized where she actually was. He shook his head sadly.

He couldn’t speak songbird, but he assumed the chirp was at least somewhat interested…

“Yeah, I can try to get you out,” he optimistically said.

He looked around the room for a moment, then turned back towards the captive, gesturing towards the locked door.

“…Any idea where the key might be?”

Curiosity replaced Galanthus’ grumpiness as he watched the Repairman’s body shift and teeter over to a spot near his flowers. He watched as the other fell over and splattered. Once the Repairman literally pulled himself together, Galanthus burst out laughing. He certainly hadn’t been expecting that! His altitude even dropped from laughing so hard. It would be a few seconds before Galanthus got himself under control.

Somehow, though the moment was still slightly embarrassing, the Repairman found something felt right about all this.

He beamed for a couple of seconds, but quickly shook himself out of it. He still had a job to do, after all, and he needed to recover from that blooper. He didn’t bother to shift as he approached the crack. He tossed the hammer and nail aside and pulled out his trowel, which already had a generous amount of wet cement on it.

He reached over to the crack and quickly sealed it. There. No damage…

Until the large smear began to drip. Towards the flowers.

“Whoa!” he exclaimed, before reaching out to catch the cement. He didn’t realize the problem with this until there was too much on his hands to move safely.

“Erm…” he said, sheepishly turning his eyes towards the fairy. “…Any ideas?”