Wistfully, Jila looked around her rooms at the Scooby's new home ,taking in all the bits and pieces that gave them what flavor they posessed, musing all the while, caught in contemplation somewhere between what was and what is. She sighed ever so lightly. They really were quite nice, as suites went anyway, Still... unlike her previous space, in all the time that the gang had lived here she hadn't quite managed to do anything to truly mark these rooms as her own, you know, give them that unique something that practically shouted 'Jila's space' without so much as making a sound? If she could just....
Again she couldn't help it as her mind flashed back...The books, the tapestries, the knickknacks from the other lands that she'd loved so dearly, were sadly, all gone. Worse ,there wasn't much to be done for it, not by her, nor by her friends, not by anybody. Reality could really be thorough at times. Not to mention pesky! Wish as she might.... all that was left was to simply make do. Trouble was, all those furnishings and drapings, and other items she missed... they didn't matter half as much to her as the dolls she had made to represent her friends. Those she missed badly...very badly.
She sighed. There had been too many things to bring back and too little time to get them all when the gang had raided the old mansion. Oh she was sure that there was plenty of room in Rae's Bag of Holding, but the dolls seemed an unnecessary treasure in that raid. Not something that need prioritizing.
At least at the time.
And anyway, Jila marshalled herself everything is replaceable.
A hint of a mischievious smile and memory crept in with the next thought. Especially if you know how and where to look, and the means to get there. Half the fun was in the making you know! Those were VERY fond memories in deed!
With a mental shrug she returned to the present and with out much forethought began to hum. It was something she'd been doing quite a bit of lately, often without realizing it. In fact she didn't even know that she was humming a particular song at first until it suddenly clicked in place and she realized she knew it. Trouble was she couldn't remember any of the words, well, except for the first line, but sometimes those were just enough...
Toy Land, Toy Land, lala, lala, lala, la, la, lala, lalala, lala, lala, lalalala
She paused with a figurative furtive glance at nothing in particular. Toy land? hmmm Maybe? ...she wasn't sure why she'd never thought of it before but if she couldn't have the originals maybe she could replace them? Maybe she'd been looking at this all wrong? Maybe....A few excited thoughts made the rounds some falling right into place and other simple broadening her smile. Why not? was the conclusion that kept coming to mind. She COULD do it.!
And ToyLand was the answer!
As for the next logical problem? That was even easier. It was a solution that even had a name and the means.... Ragnar and the Longboat.
Feeling a little more upbeat than she had in a while,"Kids!" Jila exclaimed, turning to the little gems that also made up much of the best part of her life. "Lets go tell Pixie you need to stay with her for a little while. Mom has a special errand to run!"
Jila grabbed her adventure bag as the chorus began. "Can we come? Can we come?""Where're you goin' this time, mom?" "Can you bring us back something?" Somehow all the statements and questions from the kids chimed in sounding seperate yet blended together as only kids can manage. She couldn't help but smile. Perhaps one day when they were older she WOULD take them with her, a thought that made her smile even more. But for today.
"Not this time....ToyLand I hope... you know I always try..." ...a myrid other answers to a myrid other questions. Finally she grinned, hugged both kids and sent them running for their things. With suprising energy and a new bounce in her step she finished her own packing, helped the kids with theirs, escorted them to Pixie's with a brief explaination ,then ran through the Mansion heading to where the Longboat was docked.
"Ragnar!" Jila yelled as she ran up the gangplank. "Ragnar, are you in there!"
THUD...CLANG...."FRELL!!" Ragnar bellered as the wrench slipped once again and he rammed his hand into the piping. "WHAT???"
Ah, there he was!
Bounding up with nary a pause ,Jila headed in the direction of the griping voice and mumbling sounds, and upon arriving paused long enough to do a little wincing when she noticed Ragnar's bloody knuckles. Ooops! "I'm sorry, Didn't mean to disturb your train of thought. Just wanted to know if you could take me somewhere." Spoken somewhat a bit faster than norm for her but hey.
"What's wrong with Geradan?" Ragnar quipped and frowned as he wiped the blood from his hand.
"Still recuperating from Reality Land." Glancing at his hand once more. "And you know you should be wearing gloves when you're doing this. Let me help." Jila grabbed the first-aid kit from the shelf and took out some gauze pads and tape, and then sat on the floor with Ragnar to bandage his hand.
He watched for a moment. "Take you somewhere?" he asked cautiously.
Jila glanced up. "It won't take that long really. I just want to get some more dolls."
He tried not to roll his eyes. Dolls? But that was silent.
"Why can't you get those in town." Ragnar watched Jila tape down the gauze. He wasn't gonna fall for this nonsense this time, nope, not gonna...not!
"I've already checked in town. They're all out." Jila ripped off another piece of tape not looking anywhere but at Ragnar's hand already having some idea about what he was thinking. "Because of the holidays. People are already doing their holiday shopping. And you know I wouldn't ask but I miss my dolls. Especially the ones of Drum, Six, IQ, ghost, and Wizmick. They help me to remember what good times we had with them." Jila slid her finger carefully over the last piece of tape to make sure it stuck. "Please?" Jila looked Ragnar straight in the eyes...then her face changed ever so slightly...she'd been practicing her puppy dog look!
No, not the eyes. Ragnar whined to himself and squirmed a bit. Damn woman. She knows I can't tolerate that.
Why couldn't Scoobettes ever play fair!
Still diagonally parked in a parallel universe