Come Out Moon, Come Out Wishing Star

[Winnie the Pooh]

OOC: Note, this is in Walt Disney Castle, taken right after a grand storm that has torn the place apart and left much damaged.

Pooh had been wandering around for a very long time, his stitching was undone again, oh bother, and his heart was heavy. He hadn’t seen a single creature or face he recognized in all his wandering and he was growing rather sad, thinking he may never see a familiar face again. Climbing up a big rock cliff that looked over Fantasyland he got to the top and his black teddy bear eyes widened as he surveyed the sight down below...

“Oh my goodness,” he gasped bringing his paws to his mouth in horror. “Oh my... goodness!”

Fantasyland was no longer... it was no longer... fantasy! The place looked like giant scary heffalumps had trampled all through it. There were no voices or people or creatures or... or those treat stands! It was all... in rubbled shambles. The sight made Pooh’s ears droop a little and his heart grew ever so heavier.

“What happened here?” he asked out loud. “Where is everyone...?” He glanced down the side of the cliff and then slowly started climbing down it, as he did he slipped and went bump, bump, bump on his way down. Standing up once he was at the bottom he rubbed behind himself and then gasped again. The sight was even worse from here! How could that be possible?

“Halloooo?” he called out and heard his echo only in response. “Is anybody out there?” No reply. Bother. Moving through Fantasyland Pooh heard a tiny rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiipppppppp! noise and looked behind him. Double bother. His back leg stitching was caught on a nail in a piece of wood that was lying on the ground. The wood looked to be from some sort of structure that had once been standing beautifully.

“Bother,” he said moving down to unattach the string. Once he was finished he sighed and carried the string with him to a dirty, unworking, fountain, with its design half still intact from the storm. Gloomily he took a seat down and glanced up at the sky, the stars twinkling bright overhead and it made him think of when Christopher Robin had been lost... oh how he missed him then, and still missed him now.

“I’ve hung a wish, on every star, it hasn’t done much good so far,” he sang quietly and glanced down at his piece of stitching sadly, ears still drooped.

[christopher]

The day became night in an instant as a boy and his bear were swept away, very much apart from each other, by an outrageously potent tempest unlike any other, for the rain mercilessly pelted the streets and the tender frame of a youth shy of ten. Poor Christopher, left increasingly disoriented by the storm, was disturbed by such an awful sight.

He expected this all to be a terrible nightmare of some sort; and perhaps he’d open his eyes to a new morning, snug beneath his favorite oak tree, in that enchanted forest of that seemed ever so timeless to him, where he’d lay close to the side of his dearest friend – who right about now would have asked him, kindly, if he could proffer him a smackeral of delicious honey – discussing the utter relief he felt knowing that such a nightmare couldn’t have happened nor existed.

That wasn’t so now, was it?

“Pooh bear?” he called delicately, shivering in the gloom. He realized after moving that he had been unconscious prior to this, hence the fact he was resting upon his side, curled up, cold and alone. He lifted himself off the ground; his feet now planted rather solidly to the ground, and took on the task of searching for his lost companion. He naively searched under every chip and rock, behind every shop and ice cream parlor available.

“Where are you, Pooh?” he called once more, his voice soft and filled with worry. He crawled into a tilted teacup, a massive thing it was, looking, searching and hoping he’d find his stuffed with fluff of a treasure in it. How could he have expected to find him so? The cup appeared, in Christopher Robin’s aspect, to have been gently tilted by a mischievous giant. The idea scared him so much that he increased the rapidity of the hunt for his golden teddy.

As if his prayers were heard, a castle nearby almost seemed to beckoned him over; and he suspected the magical fortress as a possible promise of shelter for him. “I do hope you’re safe,” he told the heavens, thinking very long and hard of Pooh before rushing in when –

“Is that music I hear?” he asked, following the source.

[Winnie the Pooh]

“I need you to come here and find me, cause without you I’m totally lost,” Pooh sang lightly. His voice dipped to a low sad hum as he looked down at the piece of golden thread that pooled in his lap. He knew for certain he wasn’t where Christopher Robin was and that being far apart meant them not being together and not being together meant...

“I’m alone,” he whispered to himself and then looked up to the stars in the sky. “But I cant be alone, not when we’re together... in here.” Bringing up a paw he gently touched the spot over his heart before jumping to his feet. “And if we’re together, in here, then we should be alright. Right... Christopher?” The silence that followed was indeed a lonely one, and not an answer to his question, but he supposed he had to do the thinking for them both now, to keep them safe.

For a moment Pooh examined the ripped stitching in his leg until a noise caught his attention and he turned, looking for the source of the sound. Oh he hoped there weren’t bad sort of scary things lurking in the dark here, without his friends by his side he wasn’t sure he could explore this new place on his own. What if the bad sort of scary thing ate hunny? Or wasn’t friendly towards bears of very little brain. Or worst of all... what if this bad sort of scary thing had his friends?! Why... why he’d have to save them!

“Halloooo out there,” he called, and felt the cold night air rustle his fur in response. “Is there anybody out there? Maybe somebody... nice?” Cradling the stitching in one paw, and finding a small twig abandoned in the rubble with the other, he crawled up the bit of cliff, looking for any sign of what he’d heard. “Oh please be a nice sort of - oh!” He had been half way up when his footing slipped out from under him and he slid back down, bumping until he hit the bottom again. “Bother.” Not only his footing he’d lost but the bit of stitch had fallen out of his paw and was stuck on a rock up above, his back leg ripping just a bit more. As Pooh looked up towards it he noticed a figure standing there and his eyes widened in fear.

“I’ll keep us safe Christopher, I promise,” he told himself, as if his dear friend could hear him. “Please be a nice kind of scary thing.” He held the twig up for protection and waited for the creature to make its first move.