Time passes much more quickly in Rohandor and many long and happy years have gone by since the characters retired to enjoy their respective 'happily ever afters,' their greatest foes were imprisoned in the Forever Stone, bound in an eternal sleep. Until Now.
Happily Ever Afters takes place in Rohandor, a mystical realm on another plane of existence from our own. Here our favorite Disney heroes and villains live in a world all their own; Alive, but far from well. Heroes and heroines fight to keep peace while newly freed villains seek their revenge. Come join us in an epic adventure as the characters you love clash in a struggle that will determine the fate of Rohandor!
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Post by Jim Hawkins on Jan 22, 2018 21:22:38 GMT -5
Participating Characters:John Silver , Jim Hawkins Forum Location: New York Town Time of Day: Lunch Time Weather: Sunny Thread Location: Black Horse Tavern Premise: Jim follows a lead
…I might suggest the Black Horse tavern, A cyborg has been working there as a chef.
Jim stood outside the restaurant as the flow of pedestrian foot traffic swept past him on either side. He was in the way, but he didnt care.
A cyborg has been working there as a chef.
Jim hitched his bag higher on his shoulder. What if it was him? What if it really was Silver?
Jim scowled and mentally berated himself. Why was he just standing there like some little kid? He should push his way inside and demand to meet the chef. He should—
“Watch it, Punk!”
A man in a business suit shouldered roughly past Jim and Jim waved a rude hand gesture at his back before finally moving up the steps to the front door of the tavern. Inside it appeared to be a respectable establishment… which made Jim doubt again that Silver would be here. What business did a space pirate have in a place that served brunch?
“Table for one?”
Jim stared blankly at the woman holding an armful of menus. Unable to come up with anything else, he nodded dumbly. “Uh… sure.”
She took him to a table by the window and left him with a menu. Jim sat it up on its edge to block the rest of the diners from seeing him before letting Morph out of his pack. The little pink blob caught his reflection in the shiny cutlery and wiggled excitedly. He was hungry.
Jim studied the tavern from behind the menu, easily spotting the door to the kitchens. “This is so stupid. Why did I believe that Owen guy anyway?”
“So stupid.” Morph chirped sagely.
This could go three ways. If it wasn’t Silver, Jim would look like an idiot and make a run for it. If it was, Silver would either be happy to see him or not… and Jim couldn’t say what he was more anxious about.
Post by John Silver on Jan 23, 2018 0:42:56 GMT -5
The smells and sounds of the kitchen would have threatened to overwhelm most people who weren't used to working in such an environment. Luckily for him, Silver wasn't most people, grinning widely to himself as he threw another set of plates onto a nearby platter, a waitress artfully picking it up and heading out the kitchen doors. He gave her a mock salute as she did so, eyes scanning over towards a clock.
The hands slowly moved together another minute and.....there it was! Break time.
He wiped his hand off carefully. "Time for me to give these ol' joints a rest," he said to himself, going through the doors himself now to take a seat at a nearby table. The employers here were fairly generous: half off for meals on your break and those were an hour long on days that weren't busy.
Today was pretty slow, he thought to himself, the lunch rush not having seemed to hit them quite yet. There were certainly customers, but it was about half full of what it'd be during a busy afternoon.
It was still early, admittedly, but he hummed thoughtfully to himself as he flicked through a menu. He liked it quiet sometimes.
Post by Jim Hawkins on Jan 29, 2018 21:26:59 GMT -5
Jim was scowling at the tabletop, his head bowed behind the menu, telling himself again that he was making a big deal out of nothing. He wasnt going to walk out of the tavern without finding out, one way or another, so what was he waiting for?
While Jim hesitated, Morph looked at the photos of various dishes on display on the menu. Zeroing in on a picture of a piece of chocolate cake, he licked the plastic enthusiastically, only to give a little annoyed pout when he realized the cake wasn’t real. Bored, he floated listlessly, eyes hooded with boredom.
That is until Silver walked through the kitchen door. Morph’s round eyes went wide. With a delighted squeal, the pink glob rocketed across the room and flew around Silver in fast circles, chattering away. After three loops, Morph came to stop before Silver’s face, chirruped happily, and promptly rubbed himself against Silver’s cheek, nuzzling close.
Jim stared wide eyed at Silver, his mouth hanging open. It was him. It really WAS him!
Then Jim realized that, other than Morph’s gibberish, the tavern had gone quiet. He cut his eyes around the room and realized everyone was staring at them. Jim coughed loudly and got up before hastily moving across the room to sit at Silver’s table.
Maybe New York was more prepared for Aliens than he thought, because gradually people went back to their food.
Jim finally turned his face back to Silvers and cleared his throat. “So you’re a… cook full-time now?”
Post by John Silver on Jan 29, 2018 23:29:13 GMT -5
More humming, this variety decidedly now more musical in tone as it merged into under-his-breath if energetic actual singing, a tune he'd picked up among the harbors here.
"We're rascals, scoundrels, villains, and knaves, drink up me hearties, yo ho! We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs, drink up me hearties, yo ho!"
What would he have today, he wondered? The other chef on duty today was equally experienced, though, if Silver was being honest, he felt a certain pride at being able to best him in certain dishes. But he felt in a fairly simple mood today. He'd probably get a good steak, as they called a lot of meat meals here.
That entire thought process was interrupted when a very familiar squeaking greeted his ears, and he looked up from the menu just in time to see Morph zoom towards and around him, chittering and gurgling happy as he eventually rubbed up against the older man's face.
He let out a cry of delight. "Morph, you old rascal!" he exclaimed, reaching out a fleshy finger to rub against the creature. "Why, here I am thinkin' I'll never see the likes o'you again, and what happens? A gift from above practically, I'd say."
And, as he half-expected, half-dreaded, there was Jim too, with his jaw hanging open like he'd seen a ghost. And, well, he supposed that he had in a sense. A ghost from his past.
Swallowing down the fear, he cast a casual eye upon Jim's countenance as the teenager sat down across from him. "Yeah, suppose you could say I'm livin' well. And yerself? How's your mum's inn doin' in these new, ah, circumstances?"
Post by Jim Hawkins on Feb 5, 2018 20:57:41 GMT -5
Now that Morph had quieted down a little and the rest of the restaurant seemed to have lost interest, Jim relaxed back into his chair with a relieved sigh. Now he allowed himself to really focus on cyborg.
Silver picked up on Jim’s nonchalant attitude and mimicked it, both of them slipping easily into that easy place where they both pretended not to care about what the other did or said. Jim smirked. “Just a cook? There’s no…” Jim’s eyes glanced around the room again, making a show of looking for any who might overhear before continuing, “…hidden agenda?” Had Silver given up his pirate lifestyle after all? Or was this some sort of scheme in the works?
Silver asked about his mother and Jim’s amused look sobered somewhat. He looked down at the tabletop and scratched at a scuff mark. “… She’s fine. We came in to some money…” At this Jim gave Silver a loaded look, because of course that was all his doing. “… and rebuilt the Benbow. It was on Montressor then, of course. Now it’s on the Isle of the Crown.” Jim leaned back in his chair, tipping it back on two legs. "... How did you end up here, in New York Town, anyway? I thought you'd be... lightyears away."
Morph plopped down on Silver’s shoulder with a contented sigh.
Post by John Silver on Feb 8, 2018 12:19:26 GMT -5
Silver clasped his chest in mock agony. "Why, Jimbo, ya wound me! This here's me tryin' to make an honest livin' for once. Pirate's honor, I swear."
His face grew a bit more serious, though there was still a smile there as Jim pondered where he'd been in terms of traveling, expecting that he wouldn't have been in a place like this. "Got you to thank for that, I do. Ya helped an old dog like me see that there was more to life than chasin' after failed dreams. I spent some time runnin', and I expect I'll run some more if they ever come out here to find me. But this felt like a nice place, a good place to be. Got a lot of stuff for someone semi-retired to spend his days doing. So fer now?" He leaned back slightly. "I'm content to be a proper gentleman." There was a slightly facetious grin on his face now, but his voice was genuine.
Gods, but it was good to see the lad again. He looked as bright a star as ever, and it was grand to hear that the new inn was doing well. "So what brings you to these parts then, eh? Don't suppose you're hungry?"
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