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Who: Freddie OR Marnie
What: Doing Stuff
Where: Various Locales
When: Wednesday

A. BIBBIDI BOBBIDI BOUTIQUE

[forget the murder game. forget the traumatic deaths. being forced to return to retail is easily the worst thing that has happened to her this year.

to her slightest credit, she manages to give two whole clients their proper princess-y looks. after that, the makeup starts to look a little... darker. was a smoky eye and purple lip gloss even an available option? why does this small Cinderella have what definitely appears to be sugar skull makeup?

she's also decided to make herself more at home and put up a sign at the entrance, reading STORE HOURS: WHENEVER I FEEL LIKE IT. and considering she is visibly right inside the shop playing concentration with a pack of cards she got from who fucking knows, she does not feel like it. this is probably for the best.]

B. ARIEL'S GROTTO

[sometime after that, Freddie is... sitting on the fence at the entrance to the grotto, still in her uniform, seeming to carefully watch each and every person that's entering. kids? pass. families? pass. elderly? pass. a single person roughly of the age from late teens to early 20s? well...]

Sorry, show's closed. Further notice. [and with her most charming smile she politely but incessantly leads the offending person way before returning to her perch to start again.]

C. PARK

[obviously Marnie's first priority, upon being given even the slightest bit of magical power, is to test it all out! it's what all the responsible adults would want, right, for her to practice? and also it sounds really cool and she misses having a sword in general? ~~mom wouldn't let grandma make her sword.~~

she presses the first card against the magicband-- a sword suddenly appears out of thin air and lands on the ground. she presses the second card, and slowly the sword raises up and comes to life, hovering in front of her as it awaits her command.]

Okay, now... Go attack those rose bushes!

[the sword zooms away on its mission-- so you, uh. probably should get out of its way-- and she cheerfully follows it.]

D. ICE CREAM SPEAKEASY

[later on, to celebrate her return to life as ~~a feral child~~ an Unaccompanied Minor, she has decided that dinner today will be dessert. specifically, a massive ice cream sundae and a Neapolitan trio of milkshakes. it's like dogs without horses out here folks.]

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Whoops! [which is. certainly not an apology at all.] Why are you sleeping in the bushes? We all have apartments.

I'm afraid they're too claustrophobic for me. I prefer to remain outside in my element, thank you.

[Bagheera is... definitely taking note of that non-apology and is barely restraining himself from Nagging Adult Figure Mode.]

What on earth are you doing that requires you to fling that thing around?

Oh, right, 'cause you're a... [thinks...] ... panther? Yeah, definitely panther.

[she wonders if everyone's gonna get on his case for not wearing pants, or if that's just reserved for the two-legged talking animals.]

Magic! If these cards are gonna be the only magic I can do, I want to be an expert at them.

Panther, yes. Leopard is also an accurate term for me.

[So far no one's gotten mad about the pants yet , though a few ppl's bracket text's have mentioned he's naked. To which I say, die]

I suppose that's... valiant, in a way. [This whole magic thing is a little confusing, but Bagheera's already decided that it must be some human creation, like street lamps. That sort of justification has made it much easier to swallow.]

So far all I've managed to do is freeze a... I think it was called a "Trash can".

Ooh, ice magic! [man, she never got elsa to teach her that... hm. that gives her an idea.] Do you happen to have the cards on you right now? You don't have, you know. Pockets.

I do.

[He turns back to the bushes, and comes back with two cards in his teeth. He places them on the ground.]

I've been carrying them around with me- I don't know if there's really any point to it, but they seem important enough. Still, very cumbersome to keep up with.

[Bagheera's a little suspicious of what she's planning, but. Not suspicious enough, yet.]

Can I borrow them? Just for a little bit! After all, I might get those in the future and it's better if I know how to use them right off.

[eyes gleaming]

Mm.

[Dont trust like that.png]

If I am here to watch you, and you do not run off with them to do heaven knows what, then maybe.

[The good thing about Bagheera from the 2016 movie is that he's learned to be a little more lax and to not nag as much. You have Mowgli to thank for this helpful character development, Marnie, now don't waste it immediately.]

I'm not a thief or anything. [thats the first two options

she scoops up the cards, examining them closely... now, just what to use them on...

she whistles loudly, the sword returning to her side after its thorough destruction of the rose bush.] I need a target. Go away about... twenty paces, then stop until I say otherwise. [the sword follows her directions promptly.]

That way I don't kill anymore of Rod's dumb flowers. [she grins and picks out ice blast, pressing it to the band. the force of it knocks her back a little, but she keeps her balance. the icy blast shoots forth and hits the sword, freezing it solid and sending it crashing to the ground. is it okay. probably not.]

I have gotten way better at aiming stuff!

[ The sword is dead.

Really, Bagheera's just glad she didn't turn the blast on him.]

Good shot. [He sounds genuinely approving! Though he's still a little cautious, especially since he's now, you know. Given potentially dangerous weaponry to a young child- and a human child at that. Bagheera doesn't always make smart decisions.]

I like ice powers. They're not fire. [duh

she claps her hands and whistles again.] C'mere, boy! [the sword violently shakes the ice off of itself and flies back to her side.]

Well, yes, clearly. Though as a human, I'm sure you know how to wield "fire" quite well. [He's still getting used to calling it that, instead of "red flower."]

How long do you think you'll remain out here practicing?

I don't really like fire all that much, actually.

[shrugs] I mean, if I want to get really good, I should practice a lot every day...

... Or, I could go get french fries.

Fair- I'm far from being a fan of fire, myself.

You should practice. Especially since I will be taking my cards back after this, thank you.

... What are french fries?

... Do you know what a potato is? This might be kinda hard if you don't.

[ ~~google search "potatos in india?"~~ ]

I... believe so, yes. Though I've never eaten one myself. I take it these "French fries" are related to them in some way?

[nods!] They're potatoes, cut up into smaller pieces and then fried. Which is a thing you do to food when you can't just tackle a deer or something. There's a place near here that sells them. Maybe a hot dog.

You in? My treat, to thank you for letting me borrow the cards for just a little while longer? [pleaaaaaaaaase she's a gremlin but she still remembers how to be a cute child to get things.]

[Luckily he has spent his entire life being charmed by his own feral son]

Maybe... I'm not sure if I can eat these fries, but if they sell meat, then perhaps.

Hotdogs are meat! Mostly!

[and here we are off on our journey]

I think animals can eat fries. I've fed animals way worse stuff. My friend's dog ate a whole bag of cheez doodles once, and he didn't even need to get his stomach pumped or anything.

... I have no idea what a stomach pumping is, and I would prefer not to know. I'll stick with the, ah, "hot dog".

It's fine. You'll probably never need to know about it. [she says, cursing them to prove that wrong.

now here we are at hog dog emporium, home of hot dogs, where Marnie is ordering the chili cheese dog and fries she so greatly deserves.]

Yeah, can you put it on the mayor's tab? Yeah, he owes me a favor. Thanks.