33 Apocalypse Ave - Saturday Morning (1/19)
Waking up in a bed was different. Very different.
Not that the Scarecrow would complain about it, of course. It was much more preferable than having to wait around with crows pecking away at your fields while you've got a terribly uncomfortable pole stuck up your back.
He tossed himself out of bed, straw legs a little wobbly from disuse, and wondered if this was Oz.
"If only I had a brain. I'm sure I could figure this out with brains instead of stuffin'," he muttered to himself, replacing a handful of straw that had fallen out of his torso.
Perhaps the lack of brains was why he was talking to himself.
The Scarecrow really couldn't be sure, but he was fairly certain that going out to investigate would be the logical step for someone to do if they did have a brain, so off he went.
"I am fairly certain that I should go and find out where I am."
He heaved a great sigh (though how he did that with no lungs is probably a question best left unasked), straightened himself up a bit, and marched importantly out of the house he'd found himself in.
Well, not so much 'marched' as 'tumbled,' but there was quite a bit of arm swinging to be done, and he lifted his legs very high when he did it so he figured there was at least a loose resemblance.
[ooc: Establishy, and yeah. I went there. Don't worry, the skipping and extended dance scene will come along later.]
Not that the Scarecrow would complain about it, of course. It was much more preferable than having to wait around with crows pecking away at your fields while you've got a terribly uncomfortable pole stuck up your back.
He tossed himself out of bed, straw legs a little wobbly from disuse, and wondered if this was Oz.
"If only I had a brain. I'm sure I could figure this out with brains instead of stuffin'," he muttered to himself, replacing a handful of straw that had fallen out of his torso.
Perhaps the lack of brains was why he was talking to himself.
The Scarecrow really couldn't be sure, but he was fairly certain that going out to investigate would be the logical step for someone to do if they did have a brain, so off he went.
"I am fairly certain that I should go and find out where I am."
He heaved a great sigh (though how he did that with no lungs is probably a question best left unasked), straightened himself up a bit, and marched importantly out of the house he'd found himself in.
Well, not so much 'marched' as 'tumbled,' but there was quite a bit of arm swinging to be done, and he lifted his legs very high when he did it so he figured there was at least a loose resemblance.
[ooc: Establishy, and yeah. I went there. Don't worry, the skipping and extended dance scene will come along later.]