DarkMeow159: Yes, I will gladly admit that I'm obsessed with this movie XD I've never bought so much movie merchandise before in my life.
Race-It Roxie: When I think of 'flash', I think of a sudden burst of bright light, so I'm not sure what you mean by it being turbo-related lol
That Guest Person: lol yeah they are like the Breakfast Club from Hell XD It was unintentional at first, but then I decided to roll with it once I realized that's technically what was I doing anyway lol
TurboLover: mmm I wouldn't say they were based on any one specific person...I have known several people of those 'character types' before in my life though!
One More Turbo-Tastic Day at a Time
"Okay, folks!" Mickey Mouse began as the cast of Wreck-It Ralph, minor characters included, gathered before him in the center of the Game Central Station. "Now that everyone's here, I'd like to discuss a few changes that we implemented into all of the movie-verses."
A few people murmured amongst themselves as Mickey pressed a button to reveal a large holographic display screen behind him. On it were a few menu options and folders which were all categorized in multiple ways that the denizens of Game Central Station were initially confused on.
"Hey, it looks like a video game menu!" Vanellope suddenly chirped from her spot on Ralph's shoulder, pointing excitedly at the screen. "I bet you tap it with your finger and other stuff pops up, huh?"
"That is correct," Mickey nodded. "This is the home screen that you are looking at right now. Each of these folders represent different ways of searching for the location in which you wish to travel to. For example, if you wish to visit Snow White's movie-verse, you can either search for her movie alphabetically, or by genre, or by which era of animation it was released in."
He used one gloved finger to select one of the folders, which led to a new screen displaying some new options. "Continuing to use Snow White for an example, you can flip through each of the locations you wish to visit and select one. Once you have made your decision, the display will turn itself into a walk-through portal, allowing you to step through and visit that movie-verse."
"Isn't that how Pixar World works?" asked Felix, who was standing next to Ralph and slightly in front of Calhoun.
"Yes, we decided to implement their mode of trans-movie travel into Disney World. I must admit, I'm not sure why we delayed the progress so long. Much easier this way."
"Hold it, so people just can pop up in the middle of our game?" Calhoun questioned in a slightly annoyed tone. "Litwak keeps this place up and running for the other humans here. I can't have some yahoo tourist running around in the middle of gameplay when the cybugs are out."
"Oh, you can opt to have the location disabled on the shortcut menu if you wish," Mickey said to her. "Right now, the default setting allows all locations to be visited, but if you don't want anyone near the dangerous spots, then we can always deactivate it."
Calhoun nodded curtly in response, getting the answer she wanted.
"The large hub that those of you who have flight abilities use is still in service," Mickey decided to add. "You still have to have the passcode to enter in and out of it, so nothing has changed as far as that goes. This new station is to help ease the travel accommadations of those who are unable to use the old transporter," he nodded at Ralph during this part, "or people who have no way of transportation whatsoever."
"Hey, Stinkbrain, now you don't have to have Mickey come and get you every time we want to go somewhere!" Vanellope exclaimed happily, a huge smile on her face.
Ralph however wore a look of uncertainty. "So that means that anyone can come and go as they please, no matter what their intent is. Like Gene."
The large wrecker, along with everyone else there, turned their heads towards the disgraced mayor of Niceland. Gene held his hands up in a defensive stance, narrowing his beady eyes at his movie's protagonist.
"Hey, I've been behaving myself, I'll have you know," he felt the need to remind everyone. "Besides, I'm still under this house arrest thing, so it's not like I can go jump into whatever movie I want. Right?"
His question was directed at Mickey, who nodded in agreement as everyone turned their attention back to him. "Gene is quite right, fellas. If he were to attempt leaving this movie-verse, the system would block him."
"That's great and all, but what about other characters who wish to do something similar?" Calhoun wanted to know. "Gene can't be the only renegade in all of Disney."
"Yeah, like the villains," Gene muttered grouchily, though no one bothered to waste time responding.
"Oh, there's still safety protocols in check," Mickey assured everyone. "You have to be pre-approved to travel. Ralph, being the main protagonist, will be in charge of deciding who amongst you can use the system. I, of course, have to agree with the requests just as an added measure. At this point, anyone considered 'dangerous' isn't allowed, such as, for example, Maleficent, unless I specifically allow her to."
Ralph scratched at the back of his head, not really liking the idea of having more responsibility as the movie's lead. "I...well, I don't have a problem with anyone here visiting other places if they want. Except Gene, of course."
The martini guzzler pointedly rolled his eyes, earning him a slap on his shoulder by a nearby Deanna. Vanellope donned a thoughtful expression, then asked,
"Hey, what about places like Dreamworks, Nickelodeon and the like? Can we visit them also?"
Candlehead bounced up and down from her place in the crowd. "Ooh, yeah, then we can visit My Little Pony! Or Strawberry Shortcake! Or Care Bears!"
"Forget those sissies, I wanna visit The Simpsons and Family Guy!" Gloyd commented loudly.
Calhoun stuck her fingers in her mouth and let out a piercing whistle, causing everyone in the room to wince and cover their ears. "Knock it off, cavities, let the Mouse finish explaining this newfangled technology before we make any nutty crossover field trips!"
"Thank you, sergeant," Mickey said, giving her an almost fearful glance before he turned his attention back to the display screen. "Now to answer Vanellope's question, yes. It is possible to go to other worlds outside of Disney World. However, those trips would have to be authorized by myself and whoever is in charge of the other world."
"But we don't have to do that with Pixar World," Felix pointed out, a curious look on his face. "We can go in there as much as we want as it is."
"That's because we're on friendly terms, being neighbors and having business arrangements, so on and so forth," Mickey explained briefly, not feeling like going through a history of the two companies' past together. "Think of it like the humans having passports to visit other countries, and Pixar World would be the one place that we wouldn't need a passport to."
Ralph stayed silent for a moment, then he asked, "Is it possible to visit the Real World from this-" He made an unsure hand motion towards the display hub. "Thing?"
All the eyes in the room went back towards Mickey, who had his hands clasped in front of him. "We decided to allow access to the Real World for purposes of making communication with the humans in charge of making the movies easier. Writers, directers, those sort of people. However, if you wish to visit there for recreational purposes, you need to go through me first. A special passcode will be given to you if I grant you permission, which may either be a permanent pass or a one-time only one depending on the circumstances."
"But how would we get back home?" asked Felix. "The Real World isn't going to have one of these hubs for us to tap around on in order to return to our rightful movie-verses."
"Actually, there are," Mickey answered him. "It's invisible to the human eye. Wherever you go in the Real world, there will be a digital pad that only we characters can see. When you want to come back home, you have to go to the place you came in at."
"Blah blah blah, so we still need permission to go places, but it'll all be easier to get to once we have it," Vanellope said boredly, growing tired of all the technical talk. She had her her head leaned against Ralph's while she twirled one of her hoodie strings between her fingers. "That about sum it up, Mic?"
The Mouse sighed quietly at getting verbally dismissed by a child, but then again he was accustomed to adults doing the same thing. "Yes, that's pretty much it. Of course if anyone has a question, feel free to call me."
No one seemed to have any questions at the time, so Mickey took the oppurtunity to take his leave. "Well, I need to go visit the Frozen cast and give them the run-down. Take care everybody!"
He swiped his hands on the display panel, the castle from Frozen making an appearance on the screen. Everyone lightly gasped as he disappeared, the display going back to the home page as soon as he was gone.
"Well, what do you think, Ralph?" Felix asked the protagonist as everyone began to break off into their preferred groups of friends. "I think it's rather nifty to have all these destinations available with just a touch of a finger."
"It's definitely less cumbersome than the original method," Ralph had to agree. "But I don't know. We'll have to see how it works out before I make any real judgment."
The Real World
I wasn't quite sound asleep when Turbo came home; he didn't say anything when he came in, and he slid onto the blanket and gently collapsed on me in my prone position. I had my face snug against my pillow, and I cracked my eyes open when he laid on me, his head resting sideways right between my shoulder blades. He was attempting to hug me, but since I was buried under the covers, it was a little difficult for him to do. I yawned and stretched out my legs, wiggling my toes, before relaxing back down.
"I didn't mean to wake you," he said quietly as he kept partially laying on me.
"I don't know what else you expected to happen after flopping on me. But it's okay, I was already kind of awake," I assured him groggily, closing my eyes again. "How was the first day on the job? Anyone bring an apple for the teacher?"
I heard him scoff, which didn't seem like a good sign. "Yeah, I got six rotten apples. Those people were intolerable. It's virtually impossible to teach them anything."
I heaved a sigh before shifting myself away from him so I could roll over. He settled down next to me, and I scooted over closer once I was facing him, all the blankets still separating us. He looked both irritated and disappointed at how his first day went. I smiled lightly at him and reached one of my hands out to run through his hair. He exhaled softly and lowered his eyelids lazily, making an effort to relax.
"Turbs, the first day is always the worst. You just have to get used to being around them."
"I don't want to get used to them," he grumpily replied, avoiding my gaze and staring down at our feet. "All I wanted was this nice, obedient class to share all my knowledge with, and I get a bunch of rejects who all squabble with each other and take nothing seriously."
I slowly cracked my face into a smile and chuckled. "You were the same way when you first got here. Always wanting to argue with me even though I was trying to help you become a sociable person."
Turbs lazily smiled back, closing his eyes momentarily as if to visualize the memory. "Yeah. I guess I am being a little unfair. And I suppose if I had really had to go through with the class just so I could get my license, I'd be pretty gripey too."
"Yeah, not everyone gets celebrity treatment," I joked, scooting over closer so I could nudge my head against his. "At least you didn't come home crying like I did when I worked at McDonald's."
"I'd be crying too if I had to work in that grease bucket," he replied with a light smirk, throwing an arm around me for an awkward hug. "I think you should come with me and help clean the place up. Maybe getting rid of the cobwebs will somehow cleanse these people of their idiocy."
"I don't know about that," I said with a laugh, "but since I helped you clean up the last school that we visited, I suppose I can help with this one."
"Hey, at least this one won't have homeless bums hiding in it."
I snickered at the memory of Turbo scaring that poor homeless guy last year. "Or raiding vending machines?"
"If anyone's raiding the vending machine, it'll be Mr. Boddy."
I laughed even though that was a rather rude thing to say. I decided since I wasn't going to be sleeping anymore today, I might as well get up. I stretched out while under the covers and then sat up, picking up one of Turbo's hands to pull him up too.
"I'm kinda in the mood for milkshakes, wanna go grab some?"
Turbs gave me one of his signature grins, and I knew I'd said the right thing. He pulled me in for a tight hug, then gave my shoulder a kiss before he literally swept me off the bed. I had a fit of giggles before dropping my feet to the carpet, keeping my arms wrapped around his shoulders.
"You know me too well," he smiled at me.
"Are you complaining?" I replied with a smirk, bopping him gently in the nose before I broke away to head into our closet. Can't go out wearing pajamas after all.
Long story short, we headed outside and that's when Turbs gave the side yard a funny look. He wrinkled his nose and had his head cocked over, staring at something. I looked too, but I didn't see anything that seemed out of place.
"You see that?" he asked curiously, walking slowly into the yard itself.
"What are you talking about?" I asked in return, slowly moving to stand by him. I glanced around again, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. "It's just the usual dirt, grass, and trees. And parking lot."
"You don't see this huge display screen?" he nearly shrieked at me, waving his hands out in front of him as if trying to show me something. "It's right here in front of us, plain as day!"
I blinked a few times, then I turned my head towards him. "Turbs, I'm near-sighted, but not blind. There's nothing there! Is this some kind of lame joke?"
He stared at me as if I had gone insane, then he turned his attention back in front of him. "Maybe it's something only characters can see," he muttered under his breath. "You remember how at Pixar World, you used that computer display thing to select where you were going?"
I nodded my head, though I still wasn't sure what he was going on about.
"That kinda looks like what's here in the yard," he said, stroking his chin thoughtfully as he went around in a large circle around this invisible...whatever it was...as if to inspect it. "I didn't see it when I came home though, so it must be something new that just popped up."
The idea of having an invisible portal next to my apartment made me feel uneasy. "What if something dangerous comes out of that thing?" I worried out loud. "And why the heck is it even here anyway?"
"I don't know," Turbs replied, shaking his head with confusion. "Mickey might would know."
"Of course, he knows, he's probably the genius who put it here."
I'd finally gotten in touch with Mickey after Turbs and I had gone to get milkshakes. We were currently in our living room on the couch, talking to the Mouse on speaker.
"Oh gosh, I hadn't even thought about a portal being there at your apartment," Mickey said to us, sounding almost sheepish. "I suppose it's there because that's where Turbo usually comes and goes between your place is Disney World."
He briefly explained the updated transportation device to us over the phone. He sounded slightly weary while discussing it, probably due to having had to talk about it to other people all day.
"In any case, it's nothing to really worry about," he assured us once he was done. "Don't be thinking that it isn't safe to stay there. Queen Grimhilde isn't going to pop up at your front door with poisoned apples, or anything of that nature."
"Gee, what a relief," Turbo replied dryly. "Though I guess if I ever had a reason to go back, this makes it a hundred times easier."
"That was the intent, to make things easier. If you ever do wish to come visit, just use it like normal. But if you wish to return to the Real World, you'd need to get a passcode from me. I could give you a permanent one actually since you LIVE there." Mickey paused to yawn. "Sorry, I've been up all day talking about this process with all the movie-verses. I haven't been home very long."
"Oh, okay. Thanks for talking to us," I said before we hung up on each other. I sighed and reclined back against Turbo's side, curling my legs up under me. "Well, you think it'll be okay?"
He shrugged in an uncertain manner. "I guess. I mean, it has safety protocols embedded in it. I just hope someone smart like me doesn't learn to hack it."
I lightly laughed at him and punched him gently in the side. "You're still kinda conceited, but I love you." I gave him a kiss on the cheek.
He scoffed playfully and rested his head on mine. "And you're still kind of a worrywart, but I love you too."
Updates might be a little slow because of the holidays :/
