A Whole New World [Active]
Characters: Vincent and Magic Carpet
Content: So, an ex-Turk and a rug walk into a bar domed city....
Location: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Er, afternoonish?
Warnings: If you don't like charades or mimes as a matter of principle, then you probably don't want to read Carpet.
It wasn’t hot here.
It wasn’t crowded, dirty or loud.
And there was no Aladdin here. No Jasmine either. Abu was back at the palace, but Aladdin and Jasmine had both been sitting atop him, watching the stars and moving together for a kiss he was both glad and embarrassed to watch, for all its passion. It wasn’t something he was meant to see, he knew-not that he could help seeing, and it wasn’t like he had anything to do but watch-but it was wonderful to see them finally happy. They knew who they were and what they were doing, they trusted each other, and most important of all, they were finally allowed to be together now that they wanted to.
But none of that mattered right now, because they weren’t here. Carpet was hovering high, high in the air, staring down at a dome the likes of which he’d never seen, and a very long line of people waiting to enter into an impressively gaudy gate. All he could see beyond those were dense forest, and quite far away, a shoreline. This wasn’t Agrabah….. He wasn’t sure what this place was, actually. He was used to the unexpected-how could he not be, when Genie was his closest friend?-but there was no explanation for this. Genie wasn’t around to magic him here, Jasmine and Aladdin were not sorcerers, and Jafar was gone…. It made no sense at all.
He glided down in ever-tightening spirals like a fallen leaf, hiding behind a tree trunk once he reached the level people could see him at. Carpet watched for a few minutes before sneaking into the line, pressing himself flat against the ground at the end. It was soon evident that the disguise wouldn’t work, though; carpets didn’t move on their own, and he had to keep moving with the line as more people joined behind him. So, a trifle nervously, the rug glided after the person just ahead of him, pausing at a booth they all seemed to stop at. “Name?”
If he could have, Carpet would have blinked in confusion. He had never been given a name before, and even if he had, how could he tell it? Scratching his top edge with a tassel as though thinking, he soon gestured animatedly for the clipboard and pen, scribbling “Rugman” before handing it back. It was the only thing he was called that wasn’t generic, really, so it would just have to do.
“Welcome to Paixao; you can enter the city now.” The man handed him something shiny and strange, a folded piece of paper of some sort? The other thing he was given was some sort of treasure obviously, a golden rectangle with beautiful, elaborate patterns engraved into it. Carpet waved in thanks with his free tassel, the other curled around these new gifts as he walked into the city proper. Probably best to stay on terra firma for now, until he’d looked at these things…..
Content: So, an ex-Turk and a rug walk into a bar domed city....
Location: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Er, afternoonish?
Warnings: If you don't like charades or mimes as a matter of principle, then you probably don't want to read Carpet.
It wasn’t hot here.
It wasn’t crowded, dirty or loud.
And there was no Aladdin here. No Jasmine either. Abu was back at the palace, but Aladdin and Jasmine had both been sitting atop him, watching the stars and moving together for a kiss he was both glad and embarrassed to watch, for all its passion. It wasn’t something he was meant to see, he knew-not that he could help seeing, and it wasn’t like he had anything to do but watch-but it was wonderful to see them finally happy. They knew who they were and what they were doing, they trusted each other, and most important of all, they were finally allowed to be together now that they wanted to.
But none of that mattered right now, because they weren’t here. Carpet was hovering high, high in the air, staring down at a dome the likes of which he’d never seen, and a very long line of people waiting to enter into an impressively gaudy gate. All he could see beyond those were dense forest, and quite far away, a shoreline. This wasn’t Agrabah….. He wasn’t sure what this place was, actually. He was used to the unexpected-how could he not be, when Genie was his closest friend?-but there was no explanation for this. Genie wasn’t around to magic him here, Jasmine and Aladdin were not sorcerers, and Jafar was gone…. It made no sense at all.
He glided down in ever-tightening spirals like a fallen leaf, hiding behind a tree trunk once he reached the level people could see him at. Carpet watched for a few minutes before sneaking into the line, pressing himself flat against the ground at the end. It was soon evident that the disguise wouldn’t work, though; carpets didn’t move on their own, and he had to keep moving with the line as more people joined behind him. So, a trifle nervously, the rug glided after the person just ahead of him, pausing at a booth they all seemed to stop at. “Name?”
If he could have, Carpet would have blinked in confusion. He had never been given a name before, and even if he had, how could he tell it? Scratching his top edge with a tassel as though thinking, he soon gestured animatedly for the clipboard and pen, scribbling “Rugman” before handing it back. It was the only thing he was called that wasn’t generic, really, so it would just have to do.
“Welcome to Paixao; you can enter the city now.” The man handed him something shiny and strange, a folded piece of paper of some sort? The other thing he was given was some sort of treasure obviously, a golden rectangle with beautiful, elaborate patterns engraved into it. Carpet waved in thanks with his free tassel, the other curled around these new gifts as he walked into the city proper. Probably best to stay on terra firma for now, until he’d looked at these things…..