OOM: The Roof

[evil_koala_626]

The sun breaks over a calm autumn scene. Mist rolls from the gently lapping lake, shrouding the forest and outbuildings in an opaque blanket. It's early, Too early for the dawn chorus of birdsong, too early for nearly anything to be stirring much at all. The silence is punctuated by a familiar sound.

Snufflesnufflesnufflesnufflesnuffle.

There is a

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[henry_jones_jr]

A rather wretched-looking Indiana Jones is following the little blue alien. As much as he appreciates the need to find Mike's body (or Jack Sparrow), he really didn't appreciate being jumped on by Stitch before dawn and dragged out of bed to continue the search.

The to-go coffee hasn't started working yet. As such, he's exceptionally rumpled and exceptionally grumpy.

[evil_koala_626]

This is what comes from using filters in your coffee making, Indy. He totally should have let Stitch make the pot.

The trail leads from the lakeside in a meandering stagger up the lawn, past the gardens and to the base of the Bar itself. Stitch glares upwards in frusration.

[henry_jones_jr]

"Another dead end?" Indy grunts.

To be fair, it's the most eloquent grunt he's made so far this morning.

[evil_koala_626]

Vertical is far from a dead end from Stitch's perspective. It's getting Indy up there that'll be the problem. Hmmm.

Wait a second! "There!"

The alien points excitedly at a rickety looking chain ladder leading up to the roof.

[henry_jones_jr]

"Oh great," Indy grumbles. "The roof."

He hasn't had the best experiences up there in the past. Nevertheless, he trudges over to the ladder and starts to scale it.

"I dunno if they're still operational," he states mid-climb, "but there used to be a bunch of crazy joke booby traps up there, thanks to Raph's desire for privacy. So... don't go running off when we get up. Just wait for me and I'll show you the safe route."

[evil_koala_626]

Stitch pulls a skeptical face behind Indy's back. He's been up there before and hasn't had any trouble with traps. Whatever. With a mental Shrug, Stitch shimmies up the side of the buildin ignoring the ladder completely. He ppers over the roofs edge and grins down at Indy. Ladders. HA!

[henry_jones_jr]

Indy may not be a ninja, or an alien, but he has plenty of rope-ladder climbing experience. Even at this hour, he makes short work of the ascent, and it's not long before he hauls himself over the edge to join Stitch.

"Okay. Careful now," he warns. "Which direction does the trail go?"

Everything is much as he remembers it up here: it's a maze of exhaust vents and chimneys, all billowing steam or delicious-smelling smoke. The only difference is the abundance of tattered red envelopes that are littered around. Those that aren't trodden flat sporadically skitter across the tar-paper like tumbleweeds.

[evil_koala_626]

An intense look of concentration crosses the experiments face. Two fingers are raised (to check the wind? For silence? Who knows?) There is a careful sniff a nod to himself and Stitch motions forward between the chimneys before setting his nose to the ground and resuming the hunt. The envelopes are completely ignored.

[henry_jones_jr]

"Wait—"

When Indy sees that the route conforms to the safe one Mike had shown him, he relaxes.

"Oh nevermind..."

He takes a big gulp from his travel mug, then starts after, fairly certain where the trail is going to end up now.

[evil_koala_626]

A rounded shape slowly rises into view amid the rooftop clutter. It's large, it's a faded yellow. And unless his senses have gone completely haywire that's the steady sound of somebody snoring inside. Stitch smirks in triumph. Gotcha.

[henry_jones_jr]

Indy's eyes narrow as they near the tent.

"Sounds like someone's home," he points out unnecessarily.

Give him a break—it's early.

"The sides and back are all rigged with slow-motion traps," he adds. "Or, used to be. Front door should be clear though."

[evil_koala_626]

That's all the permission Stitch needs.

"Grrrrrrrr" He rushes around the side of the tent. He has her! He finally has her! Stupid Bar! The tent flap is thrown dramatically open.

"HAH!" A clawed finger is thrust at the tent's occupant.

....

"GAAAAAAAAAAH!"

[henry_jones_jr]

Indy isn't so impetuous with his entry into the tent. The chorus of screaming starts as he pushes through the flaps. He grimaces instinctively and tenses himself for something horrible.

Fortunately, Mike's tushie is not a uncommon sight for him, so he doesn't add anything to the vocal hysteria. He just squints at Mike's body, and prepares his whip in case Bar tries to escape.

[evil_koala_626]

Stitch has been rehearsing how this moment would go down ever since it became apparent that Bar was dileberately messing with him. None of his envisioned senarios could have prepared him for this. Stitch has no problems fighting dirty but you do not beat the living tar out of someone when they're naked from the waste down. It's just not done.

Squinting his eyes painfully closes, Stitch pinches the bridge of his snout. Whatever, they've got her.

"Bar? Pants. NOW!" The last word is delivered in a full blown snarl.