Lenore Out of the Box

Wendy: Well, thanks for the milkshake, bunny. That was pretty darn tasty.

Gage: Mmm hmmm. Glad it cheered you up a little.

Wendy: I just want to hop on and check my email real quick and...

Lenore: *very quietly* Hello Mr. Gage, Miss Wendy....

Gage: Hi Lenore. Aren't you a surprise to see?

Wendy: GAAAH!!! Lenore! How the!? Oh no. Oh NO! Oh, of all the dolls to NOT be in storage! Lenore... oh Gage! What if she'd been broken, or hurt or STOLEN!

Gage: Well she is just fine, now isn't she? None of that happened, Lenore is just fine. Now you stop scaring the child this instant do you hear me?

Wendy: But Gage!

Gage: So.. uh, Lenore. What brings you here, mm?

Lenore: Well, I heard you both talking outside of my box when you were taking everyone to storage. And I heard you say that Emi was packed away safely and that Miss Wendy would have trouble without her.

Lenore: So I thought, since I couldn't sleep anyway, I would come out of my box and come be your assistant, like Emi was! I'll be very helpful and and I know how to....

Wendy: Absolutely NOT! Your box is in storage now, but I will find another box for you, and you will go to sleep and be safe and sound in storage. Oh Lenore, if you had any idea how dangerous being here alone was!

Gage: You couldn't sleep? Really?

Lenore: No, I could not sleep. And I WILL not sleep. And I don't care how dangerous it is. If it's dangerous for me, it's dangerous for you too and that means you need help. You can put me in a hundred boxes and I will find a way to come back.

Gage: No, Lenore... no one is putting you in a box...

Wendy: WHAT?!?! I'm going to drive her to the storage unit myself as soon as I have a box for her!

Lenore: Miss Wendy, I am sorry but I will not go. You need me.

Wendy: Lenore, please. I DO need you, and I can't stand the idea that something might happen to you. It's bad enough knowing something could happen to Gage, if I lost you both I don't know what I would do.

Gage: Enough. Wendy, Lenore is not going to storage.

Wendy: But...

Gage: We'll both live in the apartment she was sharing with Nessa. We haven't moved all the furniture out yet, and we'd been talking about my moving in there anyway, right? That way we'll both be living in your room, and we can keep an eye out for each other. And she can help, I think she'll be very helpful and it'll be great having her around.

Wendy: HEY! Just whose side are you ON here, Bunny?

Gage: I am on the side of what is RIGHT. For having lived with us toys for so long, there is much about us you still do not understand. You don't see what's happened here. I will explain it to you, but first, there are important matters to attend to.

Gage: Lenore, you don't mind sharing an apartment with a bunny who snores a little, do you?

Lenore: Of course not, Mr. Gage.

Gage: Excellent, and um... can you cook carrots?

Wendy: Oh for Pete's Sake!

Thinking Outside the Box

Wendy: Is that the last of them, Gage?

Gage: Yeah, this is the last bunch for now. There are a few tinies unaccounted for, but they've gotta be here somewhere, right? Thorne is working on it.


Wendy: Yeah, they'll turn up. *sigh* I hate this, Gage. I hate everyone being in boxes. I hate having to put them all in storage. I hate this. A lot.

Gage: I know, but you're doing what you have to to keep everyone safe. Everyone understands. Honestly, toys understand needing to go inert every once in a while. It's okay.


Wendy: Um... does it hurt?

Gage: What?

Wendy: Going "inert"?

Gage: Nah. It's just like being asleep for a really, really long time. Everyone's all snugged up in their jammies, and things that would be comfortable. Ya know... since we dunno how long they'll all be sleeping. *oof*

Wendy: Okay... I guess that's good.


Gage: It's okay. Even Emi wasn't upset about being packed up. Though she doesn't know how you're going to function without her.

Wendy: Neither do I. Neither do I.

Gage: HEY! You've got ME right?

Wendy: *laughing* Right. Sorry.


(sounds of chatter while carrying away boxes... and going out the front door)


*oof*... just a little further....

Lenore: *deep breath* GAH! I almost got put into storage. Oh, this will not do.

Lenore: I only have a moment. They'll be back for my box next!!

Lenore: There...

(voices coming back in the front door)

Lenore: Oh!


Gage: Okey dokey, those are the last boxes.

Wendy: I wish I knew how long I was going to have to store everyone for. Heck, I wish I knew ANYTHING.

Gage: It was your idea to pack Theia, your Oracle. *snicker*

Wendy: Hee hee. Funny bunny you are. You're just all punchy 'cause Kumo's in storage.

Gage: Well, this moving stuff isn't ALL bad. Treat you to a milkshake, poutypants?

Wendy: Yeah, that sounds good. Drowning my sorrows in vanilla flavored empty calories. Let's go.

(leaving sounds... the front door closes)


Lenore: Oh my... Miss Wendy sounds quite sad. And while I'm glad she has Mr. Gage... she really needs a companion.


Lenore: Good thing I got out of my box!

Lenore: I can help out with all the things Emi helped her with. And I can help keep her safe from whatever she's keeping us all safe from.


Lenore: But first... I need to find something to wear that is not my nightgown. Nightclothes in the afternoon, tsk... it's just not dignified. Especially not for a personal assistant and companion!