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Normally I'd be all for that, but I gotta spend my time lookin' for a missin' friend. So unless ya wanna spend your Friday night trekkin' 'cross the island with a flashlight...

YESSS, FRIDAY AT LAST! 

WHO WANTS TO HANG OUT?

#~kiara

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The tree leaves rustled softly in the wind as Terk trudged through the jungle and out onto the main part of the island. She wore boots paired with dark jeans and a light-grey, long sleeved top with a black scarf round her neck. Normally she wore much less, but with the winter weather she had no option otherwise she would surely freeze. Her hands were thrust into her pockets and the braid slung over her shoulder bounced lightly as she walked. Terk hoped Jane didn’t expect her more dressed up for having tea, because she really didn’t feel like it. She could dress a little less plainly when she felt like it, but this was only tea. There was no reason to go all out for a tea invitation.

Why she was joining Jane for tea, however, she’d never know. It had already been established she didn’t truly hate Jane. Otherwise she wouldn’t have tipped off Jane’s friend to go save her after Tarzan rescued her. Her feelings towards Jane were incredibly conflicting and that frustration simply made her act a little more terrible than necessary to the girl at times. Furthermore, the fact that she and Jane had very different personalities probably aided in keeping them from really getting along. But Terk supposed that after all that time in a cage together, they’d grown somewhat close in their own way. So having tea wasn’t a terrible idea. She could give up an hour or so of her day for that.

 As Terk approached Jane’s home, she couldn’t help but wonder how the woman was doing after the whole incident. For the most part, Terk got over it. She just felt happy being home again, reuniting with friends, and returning to everyday life. But sometimes in her sleep she still felt as if she was stuck in that cage, and she’d even climb out of the hammock to sleep on the floor so the gentle rocking of the suspended bed wouldn’t remind her of the swinging of the cage whenever she moved. She still flinched when walking out in the forest alone and she heard any rustling of something approaching, only calming when she realized it was just an animal or the wind. But mostly…she’d moved on.

It didn’t take long before Terk reached Jane’s home. The house was only a short distance once she got out of the jungle. Walking up the path, Terk rapped her knuckled against the door when she arrived in front of it. Hopefully they’d get through this small meeting without any awkward, mushy conversations that Terk avoided like the plague and without any rambling from Jane. Hearing the woman’s incessant chatter would undoubtedly remind Terk of their time in the cage and she didn’t want that. But at least their surroundings for this meeting were vastly different, so hopefully no unpleasant memories would be called forth in either of their minds today. 

Tea Party | Jerk

Let’s see…Lace tablecloth, porcelain china far prettier than they were practical, all the right spoons and forks and knives. Biscuits and crumpets and little sandwiches that took a ridiculous amount of time to make…there was something missing though. Jane tilted her head and folded her arms as she appraised the spread she spent all morning making. Everything was in place and looked rather lovely if Jane did say so herself. Even though she didn’t always appear to be a proper English lady, whatever upbringing she had suggested otherwise. She was even able to fold the napkins to look like little swans! But there was still something awry…

“Oh yes, the tea! Ha, I almost forgot,” exclaimed Jane Porter with a smack to her forehead. She dashed into her kitchen and reached inside the cupboard. 

“Jane? Are you still up? What on earth have you been doing?” Her father’s voice echoed from inside his study.

“Daddy I have company don’t you remember? Terk’s coming for tea.”

“Terk?” her father’s voice clearly showed his amusement. “But I thought you hate-”

“Nevermind all that. It was just a childish row. I barely even had a bruise. For long, anyway. But I think this would be really good for us Daddy. Deep down inside she’s a lovely girl oh I just know it,” as she bustled around the kitchen, her father repeated words that she’d been hearing since Eric had rescued her. She was working too hard, she should rest more. In fact, she shouldn’t be working at all, and she certainly shouldn’t have taken a job over at the high school. Why didn’t she ever take a minute to rest? Why wouldn’t she just-

“Daddy I’m fine, honestly! I’ve been listening to my doctor and there’s nothing wrong at all!” she kept her voice light and cheery, gentle even, but that still didn’t stop the guilt that made her jaw tight. She was more forgetful than she used to be, and there were even times that she would black out for no reason at all. Of course it only lasted a few seconds but the headaches were almost debilitating. However, Jane was determined to push through it. Just a few asprin and all would be well, right?

Eventually her father’s voice died down and she was able to focus on the task at hand. Once the tea was in the very fashionable teapot with purple flowers painted along the side, she made her way back to the dining room and set it down. Nervously she began to wring her hands together, then stopped, chiding herself for her fidgety behavior. She wore a pastel green dress (at first she’d put on her favorite yellow one, and then decided that might not be best since it was the same color as the one in her HQ leak) and her hair was pinned up. This should go well she thought as she drummed her fingers on the table. This should go quite well indeed.

#para #~jane porter #tea party

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Mhmm, s'what I thought. Me, teach ya to swing from a vine? What kinda friend would I be if I couldn't? 'Course I can teach ya that, buddy. Ya just gotta get your butt outta the house first.

I mean…I don’t know, Terk, I’ve got a lot of responsibilities back home what with the cat and Kiara and…oh who am I kidding playing in the jungle sounds fun. Think you could teach me how to swing from a vine?

#~simba

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Why don'tcha try hangin' out in the jungle with me 'n Tarzan sometime? There's a bunch'a stuff to do out here. Ya'd have a lot more fun than playin' with a cat.

…..You’re probably right.

#~simba

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Not really. He was just excited about it. That's about it. 

Yeah, I feel ya. I've been out lookin' for 'im when I can, but I don't even know where he'd be. Enemies? Pfft. Ya'd hafta be crazy to not like Flynn. I dunno there might be people who don't like 'im and people he don't like, but I don't know who they'd be. Sorry I can't help ya much there. But if ya ever need help lookin' all ya hafta do is holla. 

Being...uh, sick is not very fun.

Did he say anything specific about the baby that stood out to you?

Yeah, I just really want him to be found soon. Hey does Flynn have any like, enemies? People that just don’t like him, that he doesn’t like either?

#~kim

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He was so excited 'bout a poop machine he told me I could help babysit it. That count as weird? 

I'm guessin' ya happen to be friend with Flynn, too?

Being...uh, sick is not very fun.

Sooooo while I was sleeping has anyone heard anything about Flynn? Like, anything at all? Or maybe they’ve noticed something different about him in the past few weeks or so?

#~kim

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Yeah I feel sorry for her. Ya know I really don't feel like Flynn's a guy to let 'imself get kidnapped. But somethin' must'a happened to him, 'coz I know he wouldn't just run off either. I just wish we could at least know he's alright, ya know?

still no sign'a flynn

I’ve been so worried! I cain’t believe it’s still happenin’… and poor Rapunzel all alone with a baby on the way!

#~lottie

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Ohhhh buddy, ya needta get out more. 

Um, so…I might have built a fort. In my living room. With my cat.

….But I made myself king, so.

#~simba

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still no sign'a flynn

What the hell is this idiot doin'?

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Fold. Rip. Toss. Fold. Rip. Toss.

Terk repeated the redundant process with each ticket, folding each one on the perforated line, ripping it in half, and tossing one part into the ticket box while she handed off the stub to the moviegoer. Working the ticket booth was never her favorite thing. She loathed it, honestly. It might have been an easy job, but it quickly became a bore. Not to mention the little ‘shred’ sound of the tickets each time she ripped them had her itching to add in more noises to set up a steady beat, but little could be done about that while on the job. And so she stood there in complete and utter boredom, folding, ripping, and tossing tickets. Terk much preferred going inside the auditoriums to monitor the audience and making sure they weren’t using their phones, talking loudly, or anything disruptive for the audience, since that usually resulted in her being able to watch the movie. However, she seemed to keep getting assigned to the auditoriums with the sappy movies filled with cheesy music so she supposed that getting out of that was something she could be happy for, at least.

As the drove of customers slowed down a bit, Terk glanced at the clock high up on the theater wall to read the time. Just a few more minutes and she’d be off her shift. Perfect. She could already see the replacement ticket taker walking over, too. Just as she stepped away from the box, however, Terk heard a loud, chipper voice above the sound of movie goers conversing in the lobby, and before she could look up properly she found herself tackled into a hug. Terk’s eyes widened slightly in confusion and she stiffened up until the person released her and she finally got a look at who it was. With the sight of strawberry curls and a grin that could break a face, Terk instantly knew who it was.

Giselle.

Terk didn’t exactly hate Giselle. In fact, the girl was incredibly warm and kind. The fact that she seemed so intent on getting Terk to wear her homemade dressed proved a problem, however. Giselle was a girly girl. Terk was a tomboy. That kind of relationship could only work out so well. “H-heya, Giselle. Long time no see, buddy,” Terk laughed nervously as she eyed the basket in Giselle’s hand. With Giselle, it could very well be a tiara or a feather boa or some glittery dress that Terk wanted nothing to do with. When Giselle specified what they were, however, Terk perked up a little. Muffins? Sniffing at the air, she smelled the distinct smell of bananas and she couldn’t hold back a small smile at the smell. Obviously whatever kind of muffins they were had something to do with bananas. She wouldn’t miss that smell anywhere.

“Gee, muffins, huh? Weeelll I guess they smell kinda good so maybe I cou—“ Before Terk could finish, Giselle made a comment about kidnapping her and was dragging her off, to her suite, Terk assumed. The kidnapping comment put a slight frown on her face, though she did her best to shake it off. “Right, kidnappin’. Ya ain’t gonna lock me up in a cage, are ya?” Terk questioned with a rather forced chuckle. She didn’t want to go into a conversation about that, however, and let it go. “Alright, alright, I’m goin’. Only for the muffins, though. If they smell that much like bananas they gotta taste good.” Terk let out a sigh of defeat and hurried into step beside Giselle, walking swiftly back towards the inn.

Dress Up || Terk/Giselle

Giselle clapped her hands together and giggled happily to herself at all the dresses she had laid out before her. Over the last few months she had accumulated quite a few new dresses, most of which she had made herself of course, with the help of her animal friends. With all the cold weather that the winter season brought, when she wasn’t playing int he snow with the animals and her sister Snow, she was mostly just sewing and knitting things. She felt bad for the animals being stuck out in the cold all the time so she would always invite them in to help her with her dresses. With their help, Giselle had made a few huge poofy pink dresses that someone could get lost in if they ever wore them and some less extreme, but equally pretty, flowy floral dresses. They were some of the prettiest dresses she’d ever owned and it brought an even bigger smile to her face knowing that one of her closest friends would be wearing them with her, even thought she didn’t know it. 

Giselle had always considered Terk her very best friend, regardless of what Terk thought, and Giselle tried her hardest to share with Terk all the things that she liked, but mostly dresses. She had tried dressing up Terk once before in all different dresses but it did not end well, dresses weren’t really her thing and at the time they did not know each other very well. Since they were much closer now (in Giselle’s eyes at least) Giselle thought it would be fun to try playing dress up again with her friend, but since they were so close, Giselle knew she wouldn’t come willingly. 

Giselle bundled up in her prettiest scarf, gloves and at, all of which were matching shades of pink and blue and pranced right over to the movie theater where Terk worked. She was not empty handed though, along with her, she carried a basket of fresh banana nut muffins she had baked that morning for Terk as a way to persuade her to give dresses another try. 

She spotted Terk a few feet away at the ticket stand checking customers’ ticket stubs before they were allowed to enter the theaters. A wide, joyful grin spread across Giselle’s face and she could hardly keep herself from jumping up and down. This was the first time Giselle had seen her friend since before she was kidnapped. “Terk! Teeeerk! Hi!” Giselle shouted to her while waving enthusiastically before rushing over to her and attacking her in a hug. “Terk its so great to see you again!” She broke the hug but still had her at arms length. “Oh! Here I brought you something!” She held the basket out to for her friend to see but did not give it to her just yet. 

“I made you these muffins see? But you can’t have them yet! You have to come to my house to eat them, and you’re not allowed to say no. It’s like I’m kidnapping you!” Giselle giggled at thought of her being an evil kidnapper. “Now come along now, you’ll want to eat these before they get cold!” Giselle said pulling Terk by the hand away from her ticket stand.

#para #~giselle #dress up

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I eat bananas on a daily basis. Don't see why I wouldn't be considered an expert by now, ya know? And yeah, I could see that happenin'. Maybe talk to the people down at Bare Necessities and get mass producin'. 

Yeah I kinda...went away for a bit. But ya know, here I am, back and good as ever. I've been doin' great. How've ya been under your rock?

#~flik

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The monkey's a good touch, though. Makes it that much better. You should be proud'a yaself. If I wasn't such an expert banana peeler mahself I'd definitely be usin' it. But hey, it can help all'a the inexperienced fellas.

#~flik

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Well, wouldja lookit that. Ya actually managed somethin' banana related. Gotta say, I'm impressed, buddy. 

Invention #5

Remember when I locked myself away that day it rained? Well I worked on another invention and since Terk asked about something involving bananas I thought this would be useful. It’s a banana peeler!

#~flik

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Yeaaah I'm sure I could teach ya a ton'a new tricks. Uh, cheerleading? Well, I ain't a cheerleader so no promises, but I could probably help ya do somethin' better than any cheerleader out there. 

So I just finished all my homework

Wow thanks! I mean, if it’s not too much trouble I’d love to learn. 

Hey, maybe you could even help me with some cheerleading moves. I’ve got tryouts soon, and I’m pretty nervous. 

#~kim #/lawd i have gifs of terk in a cheerleader outfit tho #cryin #shE'LL HATE KIM'S CHEERLEADING SO MUCH THO AHAHA OH GOD