Good things come wrapped up in small, small packages now.

Nice:

- Offering my life in order to protect Narnia.
- Not complaining about Queen Lucy's offer to have me ride on her shoulder.
- Not complaining about Queen Lucy hugging me.
- Complimenting King Caspian on his hair.
- Defeating Tristan in a uneven battle.

Naughty:

- Telling Pattertwig to shut up.
- Hiding Pattertwig's winter nut suppply with Peepiceek and telling him that the tree moved instead.
- Telling Shadow that I will remove his other eye if he does not stop staring at me.
- Telling Lab eat to Shadow's food.
- Defeating Tristan in a uneven battle.


I do not not see how defending my good name could be construed as both naughty and nice. And it was just a simple test to see if Pattertwig's head did not contain those nuts.

[ooc: I was SO tempted to leave that spam comment in this entry lol What is wrong with the world when spammers hit up Poly posts?]

[Welcome to the Q&A session with Reepicheep, the poor mouse cornered by a group somewhere in the City. We now join the show in-progress...]

No, you will not touch my tail. I am grateful that Aslan restored it, but no. It is not a toy. You cannot play with my blade as it's not a toy either. I am not fond of Pattertwig and I never will be. I prefer chocolate over cheese... who is Mickey?

What is wrong with you? What kind of silly questions are these?

[And then, from somewhere in the background...]

Oh my god, Lucy was right. He is cute!

WHO SAID THAT?!

[ooc: Knock it out the box, kids. Anything post-Prince Caspian will conveniently be forgotten!]

[In a scene familiar to a certain king in the city and perhaps his closest friends, Reepicheeep is standing on top of Tristan's chest, the sharp point of the mouse knight's rapier poking into the tip of the Son of Adam's nose, as the defeated man lies upon the forest ground.]

You ran from the challenge for weeks upon weeks, only to end up flat on your back within the first minute. I do believe I feel embarrassed for [Poke, poke.] you. A shame you have no useful battle skills to your name.

[Satisfied that his point of a Talking Mouse being as skillful of a swordsman as any human has been driven home, Reepicheep sheaths his sword in a well-practiced move and hops down to the ground.]

Now pardon me. I have more important matters to attend to.

[ooc: The long awaited battle between human and mouse. Mouse: 77989989 Human:

-∞

]

How did you manage to capture the bear? Are you sure it didn't capture you instead?

I do not believe you're skilled enough to do anything, but babble and twitter like a uneducated child. Will you ever show up to the forest like a man or will you continue to battle unarmed Talking Beasts who probably have less sense than a certain Narnian squirrel?

[Link for reference only.]

For those who have been concerned, Peony has been located. Apparently, she has gained a penchant for those wretched common rats one can find in the Underground here. However, being the courteous mouse that I am, I cannot do more but wish her and her new... husband... warm wishes on their brand new litter of--

[He pauses as he's distracted by the fact there's a chair, a table, and possibly a muffin flying overhead.]

Yes, those are some queer looking birds, indeed... Perhaps I should not have had so much ale.

[ooc: And never again will the Talking Mouse fall in love. Sob.]

Well, it's quite big this time around...

[There's a thud or three, as if somebody is trying to catch their balance but somehow not quite avoiding nearby innocent objects and the shuffling of the device being picked up.]

Pardon, but perhaps somebody could lend me a pair of trousers before I shame myself into front of Her Majesties? Also a larger blade would suffice. I do not like to be unarmed.

[ooc: Safaaaari Day. Yes, that is who you think it is and yes, I am evil like that.]

Once again, I must ask for assistance. I do not do this proudly, but a true knight knows when to call for help as he sees fit.

I am looking for a friend of mine. Her name is Peony. I have not been able to contact her in the last week and neither has her family. I think that is what her father said when I arrived at her home to ask him for her hand in marriage, but I am not fully sure as there is still that language barrier between our kind.

She has a brown coat, not too much darker than mine, a long tail, and wears a small bundle of soap wort behind her right ear. She likes wheat, corn, nuts and pizza, so if there is any winter storages of such items, perhaps she might be near? If you have seen her in the last few days, do speak up. I must admit I am worried for her safety in this city and her inability to speak the common language must create difficulty for her more so than usual.

Thank you.

[ooc: And that description just identifies every other mouse in the city lol]

[The pitter patter of both big and tiny feet can be heard via the communication device, along with perhaps an 'ouch' or two. Foolish trainers.]

I have never heard of this Rattata nonsense! By the lion's mane, I refuse to allow you to capture me. Continue this farce and find yourself at the trouble end of my blade!


[ooc: That's what he gets for being a fighting rodent pfft. Also, on and off the computer. Tags may be slow.]

[As the view opens, only the top of Reepicheep's head can be seen until the camera is adjusted for his knightly stature. There's somebody off screen that's speaking to him in a low voice that can't be made out.]

And you are sure this is how it works? Really? What a queer object. It is like a mirror only with those odd squares at the bottom.

[There's mumbling from off to the side in response to his statement.]

Those are not keys. They don't look like they can open doors.

[Suddenly, a human hand comes from above and pokes Reepicheep hard enough to move him over.]

Well, there is no need to push me, my lady. I am getting to my purpose if you would cease being so ill-mannered. If I did not need assistance, I would not stand for this as a knight of Narnia.

[Finally, as Reepicheep clears his throat, he obviously appears off center only for the hand to appear again and gently nudge him into the right direction.]

It saddens me to know that Bree has left this place. I do understand as a Narnian that we are best left in Narnia, but I did so enjoy his company. I wish him all the happiness that a Talking Beast deserves.

For those who advised me on my situation earlier this month, I am pleased to announced that I have discovered her name is Peony and what her favorite food is through the intelligent idea of using pictures to communicate. However, there is another problem.

[He holds up a slip of paper with a crude drawing on it; first, it's too low for the camera to catch, then too high. After a bit of struggling, the picture comes into view, albeit slightly blurry.]

What is this and where can I get one in time for supper?

[ooc: The hand belongs to an NPC that's helping him. Awww. it's a slice of pizza, BTW.]

Excuse me. I do not want to take much time away from your lively celebration, but I must ask a very important question from the gentlemen and ladies of the City.

What is the best way to court a lady of interest? And what is the best way to communicate with her if she does not speak your tongue?

[ooc: Somebody met a laaaaaaaady woodmouse...]

[Private to Lucy Pevensie; HORRIBLY HACKABLE. MIGHT AS WELL BE PUBLIC.]

Your Highness, I must make a confession. I do believe I may have fibbed a little to you the other day and I feel quite guilty for that.

When you asked if I helped to craft that garland the other day, I told you I did not. While that was the truth, I failed to confess that it was only me who was working on it. It is your birthday gift and you shall find it in its completed form upon the small table in the living room. I do hope you enjoy it even if it is still days before the date.

Do please forgive me for not being truthful towards you. I deserve any punishment you see fit.

[Filtered away from Lucy & Susan; Unhackable]

It has come to my attention that there are some less that savory people who reside in this city and do not know the principles of being courteous beings. There are many fair ladies who do not need to hear such vulgarity about subjects that are best left to fester inside your head. Learn how to filter your mouths like gentlemen or bear your inevitable comeuppance. Though I wonder why your mothers failed to teach you manners in the first place.

Bree, my friend, how are you doing today?

[ooc: Link is not IC, just there for reference. Feel free to ignore the mouse or tell him to STFU. He's just worried for his Queens' virgin eyes and ears XD]

I do believe I have seen these photograph things and some of them... I don't think any lady or child should lay eyes upon some of them. Have none of these people any shame?

Also, what is a camera? And how does it work to make such images?

[ooc: Somebody found those NSFW pics. =D His picture is where he pwns Caspian. Feel free to find. Also, pretend I didn't sleep all day and this is kinda backdated to earlier. Yes? Yes.]

Must this place continue to make a mockery of me? Do the deities have absolutely nothing better to do than alter my appearance numerous times?

This will not shame me no matter how hard they try.


[ooc: Genderswapped, obv. Tags will be slow because connection's being a bitch.]

Firstly, apologies to Lady Rosella, Lady Sui, Lady Claire and most of all, King Caspian. Please excuse my horrid, impolite behavior yesterday. A mouse never has need for such words, especially one like me. I meant no offense by it in any way. It was that curse created by those poltroons that call themselves the deities. I refuse to follow their lead no matter what trickery they'd like to perform, especially with consideration to yesterday's event.

Now, perhaps someone could answer a question of mine. Where can one acquire a quality chess set?

First my rapier and circlet was given to that gibbering thing, now this. What is this buffoonery? I demand to be returned to my normal self right this minute!

[pause]

...Take one more step towards me, Shadow, and I will end you.

[ooc: Bodyswapped with Nala, because the City is a cruel, cruel thing.]

[See one mouse. Actually, hear one mouse nosing around a certain house that is definitely not the castle he's used to, opening doors and knocking down things with his tail. Now, hear a cat. Listen to the cat meow in that way that might say "Is this dinner? You look delicious."]

Do not make me hurt you, Shadow. I respect my king too much to do so to his beloved pet.

[A pause and then a yowl.]

You dare raise your paw at me? Bat me around and I will pluck out your other eye!

[There's a loud hiss and the sound of a rapier being unsheathed.]

I warned you, felonious feline. For Narnia and mice everywhere!

[Through the network comes the everyday sounds of the City: people talking, maybe a bicycle bell or two. And then, screaming. Lots of screaming.]

RAT! IT’S A RAT!

Excuse me? I am a mouse. A knight of Narnia! Do not confuse me with a mere rat!

It’s a talking mouse! It just spoke! Oh my god!

Dear me, you people still have no imagination.

[ooc: Outside Cafe Juliet. Please don't step on him D=]