raggedy-sally

On a Dark & Stormy Night

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roger-radcliffe:

raggedy-sally:

 

Sally frowned, thinking over the name. Bert. It couldn’t be … “Sorry, is this Bert a rather gangly man in a suit. Would he happen to be carrying around one of these?” She pulled the silver kazoo from her pocket for the man to look at. As he took it turn turn it over in his hands, she gingerly took another sip of the tea, again relishing in the taste.

Roger leaned in to examine the instrument, “Oh dear, you’ve already met, then!” He laughed, not that surprised that Sally and Bert were acquainted.  Bert seemed to know just about everyone, magical or otherwise.  “Though I think ‘suit’ is a fairly generous description, I have to say…” he chuckled gently, amused by his oddball flatmate’s antics

Sally smiled rather happily. “So he’s alive!” She was more than proud her cooking hadn’t killed him and that he was still wondering around. This was very good news. And He was taking care of himself by living with such a nice man.

"Oh yes, very much so- Ah, why do you say so…?" he lifted his eyebrows in concern.  Bert did many things that would certainly risk his life in all kinds of ways, but he didn’t recall hearing about any adventures with a living doll woman, or any other Halloween friends! Roger couldn’t keep Bert from getting into trouble, much as he tried…

a-cheery-disposition

roger-radcliffe asked:

Roger had only had to ask Bert with a little assistance to clean up the apartment for Mary. He was fairly stunned at how clean everything had become. He was a little concerned at WHERE everything had gone, but that was something to worry about later. For now, the floor and all surfaces were spotless and the dogs were all clean and fed with a dish of treats on a table for the children to feed the pups and a nice tray ready for tea and snacking after a trip to the nearby market.

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"Come along, children, spit spot." Mary Poppins’ skirts swished around her ankles as she walked briskly down the street. One hand held the tiny hand of little George, who was only four-years-old. The other two, John, and Julia tagged along behind her, chattering about school, and name ideas for their potential new pets.

Their eyes widened, as they drew near their destination. It was clear, where they were headed. Mary knocked on the door. Upon it opening, she smiled. “It’s nice to see you again, Mr. Radcliffe.”

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roger-radcliffe:

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Mary took it curiously and looked it over.

"I GON ON WALKABOUT B BAK SUN. MARY WILL MARRY JUST U SEE WILL BRING SUVENEERS ~HERBERT"

Perhaps it was her experience with children, but the meaning was fairly straightforward. (Although she wasn’t sure how the drawings were relevant…) “He said he would be back soon, but… it’s been months.” She sighed and folded it, returning it to Roger. She would keep the part about marriage to herself.

After another sip of tea, Mary placed her hands in her lap, and looked at him thoughtfully. “How does one successfully manage to avoid hurting someone that they love- someone that they would give their life for?”

"Yes… I know, I miss him too,"  certainly not as much as Mary, but Roger had gotten used to Bert’s odd coming and going. In spite of all the pups, the flat felt a bit emptier than it had before he’d taken on a roommate. He gave her a very long look after she’d finished the question, pondering.  "That’s a very good question,  I’d certainly appreciate knowing the answer…" He figited with a spoon briefly, setting it down very carefully.  "I think… one does what one can.  One tries one’s best and, well, one says sorry, because I don’t think it’s… quite possible to never hurt someone we love."  Folding his hands, he looked down at them, not exactly uncomfortable, just sad,mostly.  "We hurt people by being gone almost as much as we hurt them by being too close.  But that doesn’t mean… it’s better.  We just have to try, and keep trying." Smiling ruefully, he shrugged.  "I don’t know if anyone’s figured that one out yet…."

Mary mulled over the answer quietly for a moment, while looking down at her tea. “A wise answer,” she finally responded. “Apologies and perseverance, basically.”

She distracted herself with a scone, breaking it into smaller chunks, before turning her gaze back to him and smiling. “You’re a good man, Roger. Your wife will be back soon, I’m certain.”

"Thank you, Mary… I’m sorry."  He’d forgotten his own tea, not sure how to say what he felt, as he wasn’t even quite sure what he was feeling.  "Excuse me," he went to look in on the children, who seemed to be still delighting in the sea of happy puppies.  When he came back, he moved his chair a little closer. 

"I’m not sure exactly what he’s planning, Mary, but I think he’s got to do this, for his own good.  He was quite upset before he left, but… determined.  I don’t know HOW he survives the things he does, but- well, Bert’s good at that, one way or another." He chuckled, feeling sure that their erstwhile friend would return, hopefully soon, with many strange stories about his adventures…

a-cheery-disposition

roger-radcliffe asked:

Roger had only had to ask Bert with a little assistance to clean up the apartment for Mary. He was fairly stunned at how clean everything had become. He was a little concerned at WHERE everything had gone, but that was something to worry about later. For now, the floor and all surfaces were spotless and the dogs were all clean and fed with a dish of treats on a table for the children to feed the pups and a nice tray ready for tea and snacking after a trip to the nearby market.

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"Come along, children, spit spot." Mary Poppins’ skirts swished around her ankles as she walked briskly down the street. One hand held the tiny hand of little George, who was only four-years-old. The other two, John, and Julia tagged along behind her, chattering about school, and name ideas for their potential new pets.

Their eyes widened, as they drew near their destination. It was clear, where they were headed. Mary knocked on the door. Upon it opening, she smiled. “It’s nice to see you again, Mr. Radcliffe.”

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roger-radcliffe:

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Mary struggled to hide the sadness that painted her brow. “Well…” She swished the teacup, staring down at its contents. “If you hear anything- anything at all… please let me know as soon as possible.” Something occurred to her then, as she looked back to the man sitting across from her. Mary didn’t have many close friends, but Roger was a good sort, and she supposed she would be awfully sad if something happened to him. That counted, didn’t it?” She set her cup back in its saucer. “Mr. Radcliffe, may I ask you a question?”

Roger nodded, startling as he remembered something, “Ah- if you’d like it- he left me a note,” he stood to rummage in his pockets and hand over the messy, crumpled and practically illegible scrawling Bert had left for him.  “I’m not terribly sure what it says-” he admitted, feeling not too clever, but Mary would certainly know how to decipher it should anyone…  Sitting again, he smiled, “Of course you may!” He sipped at his tea, giving her time to compose herself, should she need it.  It wasn’t as though he didn’t understand what it was like to be lonely, worried for a loved one….

Mary took it curiously and looked it over.

"I GON ON WALKABOUT B BAK SUN. MARY WILL MARRY JUST U SEE WILL BRING SUVENEERS ~HERBERT"

Perhaps it was her experience with children, but the meaning was fairly straightforward. (Although she wasn’t sure how the drawings were relevant…) “He said he would be back soon, but… it’s been months.” She sighed and folded it, returning it to Roger. She would keep the part about marriage to herself.

After another sip of tea, Mary placed her hands in her lap, and looked at him thoughtfully. “How does one successfully manage to avoid hurting someone that they love- someone that they would give their life for?”

"Yes… I know, I miss him too,"  certainly not as much as Mary, but Roger had gotten used to Bert’s odd coming and going. In spite of all the pups, the flat felt a bit emptier than it had before he’d taken on a roommate. He gave her a very long look after she’d finished the question, pondering.  "That’s a very good question,  I’d certainly appreciate knowing the answer…" He figited with a spoon briefly, setting it down very carefully.  "I think… one does what one can.  One tries one’s best and, well, one says sorry, because I don’t think it’s… quite possible to never hurt someone we love."  Folding his hands, he looked down at them, not exactly uncomfortable, just sad,mostly.  "We hurt people by being gone almost as much as we hurt them by being too close.  But that doesn’t mean… it’s better.  We just have to try, and keep trying." Smiling ruefully, he shrugged.  "I don’t know if anyone’s figured that one out yet…."

a-cheery-disposition

roger-radcliffe asked:

Roger had only had to ask Bert with a little assistance to clean up the apartment for Mary. He was fairly stunned at how clean everything had become. He was a little concerned at WHERE everything had gone, but that was something to worry about later. For now, the floor and all surfaces were spotless and the dogs were all clean and fed with a dish of treats on a table for the children to feed the pups and a nice tray ready for tea and snacking after a trip to the nearby market.

a-cheery-disposition answered:

"Come along, children, spit spot." Mary Poppins’ skirts swished around her ankles as she walked briskly down the street. One hand held the tiny hand of little George, who was only four-years-old. The other two, John, and Julia tagged along behind her, chattering about school, and name ideas for their potential new pets.

Their eyes widened, as they drew near their destination. It was clear, where they were headed. Mary knocked on the door. Upon it opening, she smiled. “It’s nice to see you again, Mr. Radcliffe.”

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roger-radcliffe:

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Mary smiled, and followed. “That sounds lovely.” She took a seat across from him, and reached down to pet a few of the surrounding dogs as he poured their tea. “Yes, I expect they will. They shall have to get used to it, though, if they’re going to keep a few of them, won’t they?”

She waited a moment longer, trying very hard not to sound overly eager to ask the things she really wanted to know. Finally, she couldn’t take it any longer. “Have you heard from Bert, by any chance? I worry, you know.”

"Ah,  yes, they will, won’t they? Ha!" Roger shook his head and settled in to pet the adult dalmations as they politely hovered.  He looked worried, fiddling with his tea for too long.  "Ah, well, I was hoping that you might have…" he cleared his throat and shrugged. "Aside from the uh, *note* he left, I haven’t heard anything since… I’m not even sure he’s remember the address here properly.  And- well, the way time works when he’s gone- he may have only been gone a day or so…" He furrowed his brow, meeting Mary’s eyes with concern. Quite frankly, not sure where he would even start to search for clues on the matchman’s whereabouts. 

Mary struggled to hide the sadness that painted her brow. “Well…” She swished the teacup, staring down at its contents. “If you hear anything- anything at all… please let me know as soon as possible.” Something occurred to her then, as she looked back to the man sitting across from her. Mary didn’t have many close friends, but Roger was a good sort, and she supposed she would be awfully sad if something happened to him. That counted, didn’t it?” She set her cup back in its saucer. “Mr. Radcliffe, may I ask you a question?”

Roger nodded, startling as he remembered something, “Ah- if you’d like it- he left me a note,” he stood to rummage in his pockets and hand over the messy, crumpled and practically illegible scrawling Bert had left for him.  “I’m not terribly sure what it says-” he admitted, feeling not too clever, but Mary would certainly know how to decipher it should anyone…  Sitting again, he smiled, “Of course you may!” He sipped at his tea, giving her time to compose herself, should she need it.  It wasn’t as though he didn’t understand what it was like to be lonely, worried for a loved one….

whydontyoudoright

Pianist Wanted: Inquire Within || @Roger

whydontyoudoright:

roger-radcliffe:

"Ah-ha, well, I’m tempted to suggest a battledore..?" he joked hesitantly. Roger tended to his smoke as if it might be his last.  It was better to be distracted by that- than the idea of anything going down his employer’s dress.  It was all too easy to see why she got all the unwanted attention, though perhaps a good deal of it wasn’t unwelcome… Not all toons were slaves to their animated nature, and he had always been one to prove by example. That didn’t exactly stop him from watching as she walked away.  He promptly spun to look off at some inauspicious corner after the brutality, shifting his glance back when it seemed safe again. "You know… I may have a friend who might have a source…." he ventured, though he was pretty sure the sleezy toon fox a few doors down was not getting any of his gag supplies through legitimate means.  "I’d… have to ask around," he finished lamely, shrugging and doing his best to look casual. 

Jessica grinned wryly and winked, chuckling,

"A battledore, mm? I’ll have to write it down." 
She laughed warmly and smoothed her dress, beaming. It was so good to have Talent back in the Ink and Paint again! Sure he was a little nervous, but he was at least polite about not staring. She wondered if she should say something? The glint of a wedding ring on her finger had thrown her briefly, but it was still very sweet. Most men didn’t care— Married or unmarried their eyes tended to wander, and she knew her body lead to wandering even if they didn’t want too. Like in painting, when you’ve put the brightest color beside the darkest— Well, she was all negative space surrounded by plush positives…

She smiled keenly, and nodded, “Thank you, darling! Oh, it’s good to know people, that’s what I always say.”

The inappropriate exchange in the office forgotten, Jessica passed the papers over to Roger, and pointed to some small text,

"Be sure to read very carefully, now. Cross out anything you don’t like and don’t feel forced to sign anything until you discuss it-" She scowled and huffed in the direction of the office, raising her voice, "My dressing room had a glass wall on it for six MONTHS before I called in my lawyer!

She turned back and grinned brightly, shrugging, “It wasn’t all that bad, really. I painted over it and then we got a brick wall back in. You just have to knock a few heads here and there, that’s all.”

"Of course…" Roger shrugged, pretty sure the unsavory toon arms dealer probably already knew about this place. Though he might drop some hints to the foxy fellow, as he deserved a little bit of payback for the late night partying- Jessica would probably have to wallop him at least once.  While the newly hired piano player wasn’t the vicious sort, well, some people just needed a refresher course on manners….

"Oh, alright…" he stopped at looked over at her a moment, then over at the open door that comically squeaked shut as the redhead made her point.  "That’s- just dreadful-" he murmured, properly aghast. Paranoia  scanning the fine print for anything that seemed unsavory.  Mrs Rabbit must have upped the standards for the place, as he didn’t find anything too terribly offensive.  Some of the injury policies were a bit worrying- he wasn’t as keen as the more comedy oriented toons on getting flattened or blown up- but all in all he could deal with it.  Though he’d certainly not last here long should the singer get the itch to leave.  None of the surly looking employees seemed to be the caring sort, but-  he’d deal with that should the situation arise.  Fortunately, he was clearheaded enough today that he was comfortable reviewing and signing the contract without fear of impaired judgement.

"Ah- hmmm.  I suppose I’ll have to get used to that- ah, breaking heads…" he chuckled nervously.  It was one thing to have a row with one’s roommate, but the burly gorilla at the door made him hope he didn’t NEED to start or end any fistfights in the club….

a-cheery-disposition

roger-radcliffe asked:

Roger had only had to ask Bert with a little assistance to clean up the apartment for Mary. He was fairly stunned at how clean everything had become. He was a little concerned at WHERE everything had gone, but that was something to worry about later. For now, the floor and all surfaces were spotless and the dogs were all clean and fed with a dish of treats on a table for the children to feed the pups and a nice tray ready for tea and snacking after a trip to the nearby market.

a-cheery-disposition answered:

"Come along, children, spit spot." Mary Poppins’ skirts swished around her ankles as she walked briskly down the street. One hand held the tiny hand of little George, who was only four-years-old. The other two, John, and Julia tagged along behind her, chattering about school, and name ideas for their potential new pets.

Their eyes widened, as they drew near their destination. It was clear, where they were headed. Mary knocked on the door. Upon it opening, she smiled. “It’s nice to see you again, Mr. Radcliffe.”

a-cheery-disposition:

roger-radcliffe:

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The elder two managed to politely greet Roger before diving into a pile of dogs, but George was far too busy staring, wide-eyed at the sea of puppies, to immediately notice the lanky man trying to greet him. Mary gently tugged on his hand to get his attention. “Come now, dear, say hello, and then you can go play.”

He turned, and looked almost surprised, when he finally noticed Roger’s presence. “Hullo!” He waved quickly, and before either of them could blink, he was off with his brother and sister.

Mary called out, more to the dogs, than the children, “Please be gentle with them. I’d rather not take anyone to the doctor, after this.” She chuckled lightly, before turning her eyes back to Roger. “Shall we give them some room to get acquainted?”

"Certainly!  There’s plenty of toys and treats to go around!" he grinned, "Some tea perhaps?" he was followed into the sitting room by Pongo, Perdita and a couple pups that trailed after Mary eagerly.  Roger was happy to host the kind nanny and her wards. "Delightful children," he nodded, "Though they’ll need a good brushing up before heading home!" he laughed, absently dusting a strand of stray fur off his sweater sleeve.

Mary smiled, and followed. “That sounds lovely.” She took a seat across from him, and reached down to pet a few of the surrounding dogs as he poured their tea. “Yes, I expect they will. They shall have to get used to it, though, if they’re going to keep a few of them, won’t they?”

She waited a moment longer, trying very hard not to sound overly eager to ask the things she really wanted to know. Finally, she couldn’t take it any longer. “Have you heard from Bert, by any chance? I worry, you know.”

"Ah,  yes, they will, won’t they? Ha!" Roger shook his head and settled in to pet the adult dalmations as they politely hovered.  He looked worried, fiddling with his tea for too long.  "Ah, well, I was hoping that you might have…" he cleared his throat and shrugged. "Aside from the uh, *note* he left, I haven’t heard anything since… I’m not even sure he’s remember the address here properly.  And- well, the way time works when he’s gone- he may have only been gone a day or so…" He furrowed his brow, meeting Mary’s eyes with concern. Quite frankly, not sure where he would even start to search for clues on the matchman’s whereabouts. 

a-cheery-disposition

roger-radcliffe asked:

Roger had only had to ask Bert with a little assistance to clean up the apartment for Mary. He was fairly stunned at how clean everything had become. He was a little concerned at WHERE everything had gone, but that was something to worry about later. For now, the floor and all surfaces were spotless and the dogs were all clean and fed with a dish of treats on a table for the children to feed the pups and a nice tray ready for tea and snacking after a trip to the nearby market.

a-cheery-disposition answered:

"Come along, children, spit spot." Mary Poppins’ skirts swished around her ankles as she walked briskly down the street. One hand held the tiny hand of little George, who was only four-years-old. The other two, John, and Julia tagged along behind her, chattering about school, and name ideas for their potential new pets.

Their eyes widened, as they drew near their destination. It was clear, where they were headed. Mary knocked on the door. Upon it opening, she smiled. “It’s nice to see you again, Mr. Radcliffe.”

a-cheery-disposition:

roger-radcliffe:

"Good afternoon to you all!" Roger opened the door, having learned by now that the dogs always behaved around the perfectly poised nanny.  "My goodness, do you think there will be enough dogs for all?" he teased, shaking hands with the youngsters properly and asking their ages.  The dogs, good enough to not dash out the door, flooded the newcomers as soon as they stepped inside, wagging and flopping all over one another in a  rush to meet the children and greet their favorite nanny.

The elder two managed to politely greet Roger before diving into a pile of dogs, but George was far too busy staring, wide-eyed at the sea of puppies, to immediately notice the lanky man trying to greet him. Mary gently tugged on his hand to get his attention. “Come now, dear, say hello, and then you can go play.”

He turned, and looked almost surprised, when he finally noticed Roger’s presence. “Hullo!” He waved quickly, and before either of them could blink, he was off with his brother and sister.

Mary called out, more to the dogs, than the children, “Please be gentle with them. I’d rather not take anyone to the doctor, after this.” She chuckled lightly, before turning her eyes back to Roger. “Shall we give them some room to get acquainted?”

"Certainly!  There’s plenty of toys and treats to go around!" he grinned, "Some tea perhaps?" he was followed into the sitting room by Pongo, Perdita and a couple pups that trailed after Mary eagerly.  Roger was happy to host the kind nanny and her wards. "Delightful children," he nodded, "Though they’ll need a good brushing up before heading home!" he laughed, absently dusting a strand of stray fur off his sweater sleeve.