RP:The Fantastic Frog and Rat pop up book - Chapter 3 Rowen and Uchawiman are completely captivated by the incredible book

Uchawiman was wandering. In style. When you're as awesome, amazing and fantastic as the voodoo frog in the suit of liquid sweetness and shiny, you can't wander without style. It's a law. I'm serious. Look it up. So there he is, skipping along like little red ridinghood before she was traumatized for life. What? You didn't know? Well, what did you think? She was eaten by a wolf as a kid. There's no way that didn't have any future complications. But Ucha was never eaten by anyone. Yet. Except that one dragon. But then the dragon was traumatized. So yeah.. There he skips with a notebook, writing down notes that sorta dance around and stuff like in those funky music scenes from old disney movies. He's got a trail of followers too. Gotta have those. It's in this year. Keep with fashion and all that. There's small dolls banging drums. Fruits with limbs playing the trombone and a tent playing a cirkus-style song while blowing up and deflating like those old mikey-mouse cartoon tents. Puffs of smoke and everything. Oh and there's also Jim the blue flamingo. With his sun-shaped sunglasses. Bird be fly, dude.

Rowen is whizzing throw the air in a huge parabolic arc aiming for approxiamtely the location of Uchawiman, Masbane, the dolls, the trombone playing fruits, the tents, the puffs of blue smoke, and the blue flamingo. The little rat seems to be enjoying the ride. She shouts "Wheeeeeeeee!"

Muraski said OOC, "Wait, I just read Jerica's comment.. And >.> I think a game of Volleyball with Rowen in her mouseball being tossed around would be the perfect idea >.>"

Uchawiman turned with the speed of the moon times a thousand! Which is about normal speed since the moon is really slow. You might say i should've said that he just turned around to begin with. But that wouldn't have been as artistic. Yeah. I'm artistic now. See this? Yeah, Watch. Rowen and her ball hits Jim in the head like a tousand kangaroo kicks concentrated into a single whopping hamsterball s***. Bada-bing! Critical hit! 200 damage! K.O, lady! He goes down like a tween faced with the abs of chuck norris. Boosh. The ball bounces off like a certain green goo from a trademarked movie I won't name because I got sued last time and I need to afford toothpase this year. Go figure. So anyway. The frog catches the little ball like those showoff badasses in movies. Chink. "Wotcha do dat for? Jim naa tough, maan."

Uchawiman said OOC, "Ovoose. You gained the silver badge for unlikely shot to Jim the flamigo's head with hamsterball."

Rowen the little rat is barely able to focus, she has no idea who Jim is, nor does she care much, she is far more concerned about her asparagus. "I ordered eight hundred and twenty three pieces of asparagus exactly 23 mm long. Where are they? I don't want to hear any more excuses!"

Uchawiman said to you, "Da crazy lady ate dem."

Rowen said to Uchawiman, "That sounds suspiciously like an excuse my good, giraffe. Why is the crazy lady not locked up in the fine asylum I went to so much trouble to set up?"

Uchawiman said OOC, "Poor Jim. He looks so stunning in those sunglasses. He won't be wearing them for a while."

Ovoose said OOC, "And it is about time I got a reward for harming rodents."

Uchawiman Danced over.. or well. let's be honest. ON the heads of all the minions and ontop of the tent as he bounced over the marching show while he explained to Rowen like when you tell that sad little kid why her icecream melted when you went to the sun for spices. Everyone knows the spices comes from the sun. Why else would they be so hot? "Da hunters be busy catching da diosaur dat tink it be a canary. And da canary flew away to chirp anotha day. So the huntahs went away, and now it's today. So we gotta catch her some otha way!" and then he landed on the ground like a gymnast, fished Jim back up on his feet with the hook of his staff that normally doesn't have a hook but does now. Then he pats the birds head like you do a kid who's crying but you don't know or care why. There there nameless toddler. Just stop crying before I throw you out the window. Where's your lolipop?

Uchawiman said OOC, "Anyone bored is welcome to come read the interaction between me and Rowen. be warned, I'm having fun with it."

Rowen is shocked by the frog's dance. "My dear giraffe, kindly refrain from stepping on the heads of my beloved subjects." She wobbles a bit before continuing. "So these hunters think that catching some deluded dinosaur that believes itself to be a canary is more important do they? More important than helping a poor insane lady be somewhere safe AND saving the imperial aspargus. They ought to just shoot the insane deluded animal and be done with it. No point in keeping any insane, deluded animal alive, that's just silly."

Uchawiman said OOC, "I must say Rowen. Fantastic display of irony."

Uchawiman balanced the hamsterball on a finger as he bounced back to the lead of the train and pointed up and onwards with his ever so fantastic staff of wesome. Piping! Music! Smokes! "Metinks animals be a matta of terms! Spirit matta more dan form." He put the rowen-ball ontop of his interdimensional hat and spun his cane like a tapdancer.

Rowen is quite enjoying being part of the, interdimensional hat. "I can understand, my dear giraffe, why you want me to decorate your headwear. I am after all the ultimate fashion accessory, as I am many thousands of times more beautiful than any other being who has ever lived. Please understand that I cannot bring you such infinite joy indefinatly, sadly I have responsibilies. An entire universe doesn't just rule itself my dear."

Uchawiman - you know those picturebooks that unfold and become small scenes that the kids can rip apart and choke on so you're deemed an unfit parent and thrown in jail. Ucha's doing it. Well. Not chokeing to death or beeing sent to jail. But unfolding the world into a book scene. He sings in some strange languige and gestures around, bringing up a paper surrounding as they proceed onwards! To the saga of Jim and his glasses! The frog showmanbows and catches Rowen. "Da universe be a relative term, Ladeh! It be wut yu see it to be, and changes wit yu mind!" and yeah. There they are changeing the physical setting as we know it. So I guess we're making sense for once. You know. Despite the utter insanity making the statement relatable. ....yeah.

Rowen would be deemed an unfit parent, were she ever to be a parent, as it is, she is just unfit to do almost anything. The rat believes the colourful paper scenery unfolding all around them to be part of some wonderful extravangza of entertainment being performed in the empress's honour. She applauds politely by tapping her single forepaw against the inner surface of her hamsterball. "I say, jolly good show."

Uchawiman continued along paper lane like a happy junkie untill he stopped and woundered what was going on. See. The frog wasn't doing that. "Good show? mi naa doin dat..." the frog turns and looks around at the scenery as if waiting for a evil devil ferbie to reveal itself and announce their doom to all.

Uchawiman said OOC, "Hello Satoshi. Feel like getting caught in a book with me and Rowen? Or perhaps we better leave you out so someone can save us."

Rowen is unconcerned by the frog's announcement that the bright cardboard scenery surrounding them is none of his work. "It is most likely the local peasants celebrating the visit of their beloved empress to this place in their simple-minded way. They were setting off fireworks in my honour in Kelay earlier."

You said OOC, "It is a fantastic magical pop-up book Satoshi. How cool is getting trapped in that? Uchawiman, you are a genius, sir."

Uchawiman had stopped and peered around with opera glasses like that fat overclass lady in the kids movies. Scanning the area like sherlock holmes! Something was wrong! and he was gonna find out what! Oh yes! That's how it works, you know. You set a goal and achive it! Weather that requires beating down god or eating the sun with a spoon. Stick to your guns and shoot that target! Like a true man! Even if you arn't a man. The rules of men transcend the sexes. How's that for a headache enducing fact? Bite it, aristoteles.

Uchawiman said OOC, "I was simply making freindly conversation. And yes Rowen. I am even constructing a minigame for how we shall play beeing trapped there. There will be two ways to get out. By outside interfearance or by clearing the books story. I shall put some planning into this."

Cyllth said OOC, "I was looking to expand my library, Rowen. ;)"

Rowen has become distracted by seeing on of those little tabs marked 'pull here'. The little empress leaves her hamsterball and pulls the little white length of cardboard firmly with her teeth. In the centre of the scenery, a cardboard ponds, filled with splashing clear blue cardboard water and singing cardboard fish. Not sure how they can sing underwater, or undercardboard rather, I didn't write this book you know.

Cyllth said OOC, "It'd be amusing for you guys to pop out of your book into a pitch black cavern with no exits and no company but an old skeleton. At least, until he noticed you were back and came home." You

Uchawiman whirls around and points at the singing fish "A-ha! Mr.Fish! I no it be yu! So yu came to take yu revenge!?" and he walks over like an action hero prancing over the highway with his BFG lifted in one hand and the hot chick thrown over his shoulder in the epic climax scene when BOOM! the world lifts on both sides of the rat and frog and slams togather like a book beeing shut! Now there's one heck of a trap.

Cyllth : There is a brief green flicker of light as the sleeper is brought here by curiosity over sensing the confluence of several odd magic castings.

Rowen can't see the brief flicker of green light, for being trapped in the book. Which is a shame, as she likes to know the peasants are cheerfully letting of fireworks in honour of their wonderful, beloved empress.

Cyllth watches bemusedly as the pair of beings somehow turn two dimensional and fold themselves together accordian-like until all that is left on the path is a small paper book. A brief push of telekinesis lifts the book into the air and over to the remote sensor. Then it vanishes with another flicker of light and a small pop as air rushes in to fill the void.

Cyllth said OOC, "And now I have some light reading for later on."