Frosty Holiday || Wendy, Mary Poppins, and Bert
It was just an outing. A simple outing to the park, as she had done with countless children, so many times before. But as she carefully tied Wendy’s hair back, she couldn’t help but to feel a little thrill of excitement.
Bert was always working in the park on Thursdays, and she was determined to at least stop by to say hello, just as she did with every new family in London. Only… this time was different. She had stayed, for him. There was no reason that today should be any different, but her heart pounded, and a little blush tinted her cheeks every time she thought about seeing him.
Mary tied a blue ribbon into a perfect bow in Wendy’s hair, and smiled.
"There. Pretty as a picture. Now get your shoes, dear."
She pat the girl on the head, before crossing the hallway to get her coat and hat. It was a good thing, too. She desperately needed a moment to herself to just… breath. With a smooth grace, she slid her gloves on, and grabbed her purse and umbrella, before entering the nursery again, grabbing Wendy’s own little coat and hat from the coat rack, and holding them out for her.
"Yes, Miss Poppins."
Wendy grinned as she went to retrieve her shoes. It had been so long since someone had given the time to do her hair for you. Simple little things like that did not happen often in a house of three children, especially with two happening to be boys. Thankfully, John and Michael had gone to an all boys boarding school. Mr Darling insisted that they must, much to their disappointment. Wendy loved her brothers, but sometimes they could be a hassle. It was interesting to Wendy being the only child.
Stumbling over to her wardrobe area, Wendy grabbed her plain black shoes. Wendy pulled them over her heels without a second thought, and got up briskly to meet Miss Poppins who had gotten her coat.
Wendy was usually in the house all day with Nana in charge. Outings were an unusual thing for Wendy unless they were going shopping or to school. Though Miss Poppins had only been here a short while, Wendy felt as though she could not remember what it felt like not to have a nanny like her.
"Miss Poppins, what are we going to do at the park? It seems to be a bright day out. Maybe we could feed birds. I have always wanted to do that. Father always says not to touch the filthy people like that, but I just want to feed the birds. Maybe there will be street performers! I would love that."
I’ll Make a Man Out of You || Mulan [Ping] & Wendy
Chien-Po looked up to meet what he expected to be a solider, and his eyes widened at the sight of young Wendy. Ping could predict what Chien-Po was thinking and feeling at that moment. It was an odd sight to see a young girl at a men’s training camp.
"Hi Wendy, I am Chien-Po. It is very nice to meet you," Chien-Po rplied calmly, giving her a small bow, while holding onto the fish he was roasting.
"I need to allow Wendy a good 15 minutes in the lagoon. She got lost here from a foreign place, and desperately needs to freshen up. So, could you stall Shang and the others for me?" Ping questioned. Chien-Po looked apprehensive, but changed his mind.
"A favor for a friend. You are my friend Ping, so I will do my best."
Ping looked at Wendy calmly, and smiled. “Wonderful. Thank you. Oh, Wendy, would you happen to have a change of clothing, uh.. on you?”
Wendy awkwardly placed her hand back at her side as she realized the bow that Chien-Po gave was the handshake she intended upon. Quickly, Wendy returned the greeting with a small bow.
Hopefully that was the right thing to do.
"Oh, Wendy, would you happen to have a change of clothing, uh.. on you?"
Looking side to side stupidly, Wendy looked back up to Ping and shook her head. “I don’t think I have a change of clothes. It is harder to fly with things on your back,” Wendy shrugged. “Would you happen to have something I could borrow? These rags simply won’t do.”
I am not sure how I will get it back to him though. I just happened upon this place, nothing was every purposeful. I like Ping though, so maybe I will try to find my way back.
You’d Think A Girl Would Learn || Megara & Wendy
Meg raised an eyebrow, the girl’s tone sounding so fake when she said that. “Uh huh,” she rolled her eyes as the three flew. Luckily, she was finally getting used to this.
"There it is, Meg! Second Star to the Right! Only a couple of minutes from here!" Wendy exclaimed, trying to project to behind her. Wendy pointed in the general direction Tinker Bell was leading them.
You’d Think A Girl Would Learn || Megara & Wendy
"My hair’s gonna be a mess when we land," she muttered to herself as she finally started picking up speed, catching up to Wendy at last.
Wendy smiled as she saw Megara had finally caught up. Wendy, Megara and Tinker Bell hurtled through the cold London air towards the stars, the second one to the right to be exact.
"Oh, Meg! I am sure there will be no one there to see you, and you hair looks just fine," Wendy lied.
"Oh, what a charming young girl you are!" Drizella smiled fondly at the girl, instantly appreciating her sense of charm and mannerism.
"Thank you so much! It is not every day that I meet someone as nice as you," Wendy beamed. Pulling a strand of her hair behind her ear, she gazed up at the woman in front of her. "You, as well, seem equally as charming. I can only guess how many suitors are after you! Mother always says that the proper girls get married first, and you seem quite proper."
Drizella nodded swiftly, not fully understanding Wendy’s sorrow for growing up. She had always wanted to be older, to be more glamorous, and have more privileges. But now that she was older, she actually longed to be young again. “Enjoy your time as a child, those years can be the most exciting years of your life. Not that I have too much experience with being old, however. ” Drizella laughed.
"I am from France, but my mother is very fluent in English. It rubbed off on me as a child. Thank you though, it is not everyday I receive a compliment on my English." she beamed, "England is such a big place! I’m amazed."
"Oh, I know they are. I plan to treasure them most of all, but there is always a time to grow up. Everyone has to do it, I guess," Wendy pondered. Everyone accept one, Wendy added silently. Giggling a bit, Wendy gave a grand smile to Drizella.
"Being old can’t be that bad. At least I hope not!" Wendy gamed. "I guess I must be at odds with you because of the French and English rivalry, but I must say I cannot be at odds with such a splendid person like you. Now if only I spoke French we could be equal!"
Indian Brave || Pocahontas & Wendy
Pocahontas smiled at the compliment. She was glad she was doing okay. She turned to look at Wendy before seeing her shoot up into the clouds. With a mischievous smile, Pocahontas quickly attempted to follow her, gaining speed rapidly until she, to her surprise, hit the clouds.
As soon as she hit them, she stopped in absolute awe. She was touching the clouds. The clouds. She reached out and gingerly touched a nearby one, laughing as her hand slid through the condensed water. She turned to where Wendy was lying, her face a mask of sheer awe. “This is absolutely amazing. I would never have thought I would one day touch the clouds.” Slowly, she flew over to sit next to Wendy on the cloud, enjoying the feel it.
Wendy leaned over the edge of the cloud and saw the whole expanse of Neverland before her. Beckoning Pocahontas to sit next her, Wendy began to explain the geography of Neverland.
"So, that is the Indian village there, where I met you," Wendy stated, pointing at where they came from. There was a trail of smoke coming from the clearing of teepees. From above the Natives looked like ants scurrying about their home. "That’s the Mermaid Lagoon. Don’t go there, the mermaids are quite rude. That’s Skull Island, Captain Hook hangs around in those parts, so I would not go there either. Over there, is…" Wendy pointed accordingly to each place on the map and paused on her last words. Turning her head to each side, Wendy used her hand to cover her mouth and whispered, "That’s Peter Pan’s hideout. It is in a hollow tree in the forest."
Don’t tell anyone about that one, they must not find out or the Lost Boys security and the whole peace of Neverland will be in jeopardy!” Wendy warned. “Okay, now, in order to get out of here we will need to fly straight through the sun, and then straight on till morning.” Wendy turned to face the blazing sun and pointed at it.
You’d Think A Girl Would Learn || Megara & Wendy
Meg floated around and bumped her head against the ceiling a few times before kind of getting the hang of it. She was incredibly nervous, but didn’t show it.
"I’m coming, kid," she called back, following the younger girl.
Wendy zoomed through the window not taking notice to Megara lagging behind her. As Wendy turned her head, she noticed how far away she was.
"Tinker Bell, slow down!" Wendy demanded as she tried to wait for Megara.
Indian Brave || Pocahontas & Wendy
Pocahontas followed the directions carefully, continuing to remember her mother singing as they made their way down the stream. Immediately, she moved herself around the tree and started going higher. When she was above the tree-line, she did a small loop and smiled down at Wendy. “This is absolutely amazing!”
She did another loop before flipping to float on her back, looking up at the clouds. She was almost tempted to see if she could touch them, a playful smile pulling at her lips as she mused over the idea. Instead, she floated gently on the breeze. “This is absolutely spectacular.”
Nothing really compared to the feeling of flying. Wendy knew it, and she could not wait to show everyone else how exactly it felt. No feeling could really compare to Wendy. This, in turn, gladdened Wendy to see that Pocahontas was enjoying herself.
"You are doing amazing!" Wendy complimented as Pocahontas looped through the air. Wendy took note in the way Pocahontas looked at the clouds, and decided to take Pocahontas on a ascent up.
"This is absolutely spectacular."
"Are you ready?" Wendy called. In a moment or maybe less, Wendy shot up through the air towards the clothes. She flew through the condensed water and laid on the clouds once she made her way to the top.
It is Not a Myth || Milo & Wendy
Flying? Milo frowned to himself, wondering what this girl was on about. He shook his head and continued.
"No one, really! Just the whole world. It’s not like there’s an old man somewhere who says ‘yes, this officially exists’ or not. And, unfortunately, to prove it I gotta have facts. This is a scientific age, not a Socratic seminar!" Milo laughed at his own little joke, which wasn’t very funny to begin with. "Maybe one day… we could get enough funding to investigate it fully."
Wendy was intrigued by the methods of the student. He spoke with so much precision and surety, and Wendy soaked up his words like a sponge. There was probably something out there that he could use to achieve his dream, or rather destination, Wendy thought.
"The facts are right here, and right here." Wendy pointed to his papers and then his head. "You already have all the tools you need, I am sure of it."
Wendy gave a slight smile at the scholarly joke, but only vaguely understood what it meant being only 12.
"I am sure you will get the funding you need one day. There will be some kind person out there that will help you. It is something completely worth finding," urged Wendy. "What would you need for your excavation? Do you have an idea of what you would need to do it? Do you know the area that Atlantis is nearby?"
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I figured a small ‘improvement meme’ would be a fine idea for RPers looking to brush up their skills and topple weaknesses, so here it is. Feel free to use the symbols or go for a more in depth response. Yes, you can send any of these to me too.
☢: You need to work on character responses, they tend to be bland.
✄: Your RP responses are really short/ could have more effort put in!
Σ: You’re messing up your punctuation here and there.
▼: Try to improve your spelling/Grammar
☯: Try to open up to more RPers, you’re great, but you’re missing out on a lot of potentially amazing RPs!
▲: Try to be more positive on yourself, there’s no reason to hate on yourself so much.
☠: You need to be more respectful.
✈: You need to improve your action sequences or reactions of characters.
❤: You’re doing amazing, we can always improve but every RP I read of yours is a joy.
✉: Message more RPers and get some more activity going please.
Ⓐ: Fight scenes could use more work.
❥: Romantic Scenes can be awkward, do your best to improve on this, and look out for common pitfalls!
☁: You might want to take another look at your character/characters and work on them a bit more. Every great character has a flaw or two.
✪: Joker *Whatever you feel needs to be addressed*
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Girls Talk Too Much || Elsa & Wendy
Elsa stepped back to allow the girl a little more room to stand then, on second thought, reached out her hand to help keep her stable. Her eyes flickered across the girl - taking in her simple clothes and dark hair and noticing above all how young she seemed - and her lips pressed together in a thin line as she mentioned how her back hurt. The best remedy for an aching back was rest - sometimes ice helped, but not always. However, they were too far from the nearest shop for their to be any option but her ice palace.
Perhaps the girl might think she’d be okay in time, but in Elsa’s experience, it was always best to plan for the worst case scenario.
…just in case.
Her eyes widened at the second question but relaxed into her smile. ”I am Elsa, queen of Arendelle. As for my hair, I suppose it is like this for the same reason that yours is brown.” She clasped her hands in front of her. ”And who do I have the pleasure of meeting?”
As Wendy arose from her disgruntled position, she accepted the help from the stranger. Wendy leaned back to maybe crack her back back in place, but it only began to ache more. Instead of being instant on soothing her back pain, she looked back up at the woman.
"A Queen?" Wendy gasped. "I am honored to meet you acquaintance. I am Wendy Darling. Thank you so much for assisting me."
I have never met a Queen before. I am not even dressed in order to meet a Queen.
Wendy brushed off her dress quickly, and curtsied to Elsa. Ignoring the pain surging through her back, Wendy used as much poise as she could, but could not avoid pursing her lips as she did so.
“This isn’t my idea of fun.”
"But, I want to really bad. It isn’t that bad waiting here,” Wendy prodded as she begged Megara to wait a bit more. “He is coming, I promise. Then you will see I am not lying about Neverland. Peter is coming.”
Happy thoughts weren’t as hard to think about like they used to be, but Meg still had some of her struggles with it. She sighed and thought of Wonderboy, and the night they’d spent in the courtyard before Goatman interrupted. She thought about how she’d woken up from the dead and saw him still there, never leaving her. She most of all thought about how he’d chosen her over immortality, about how he’d chosen her over his dream.
Before she knew it, she felt herself hovering about ten feet from the ground; luckily, Meg had gotten over her fear of heights, for the most part.
"Ok, here we go!" Wendy chanted just as Peter Pan had done on her first visit to Neverland. Wendy rocketed through the window and straight towards the second star to the right with Tinker Bell in tow.
"Come on, Meg! We are heading towards the second star to the right!" Wendy called to behind her. "From there it is straight on till morning!"