Tomorrowland? Thought Lady in her head as she sat, gazing up at the sign with huge round eyes. Trying to figure out what it meant was proving difficult. She lent sideways and glanced pass the sign to see what was ahead. Why did they call it Tomorrowland? Was it somehow a day ahead? Surely no... That would be absurd. She shook her head as her own stupidity.
Deciding she might as well find out what was ahead of her, she stood up and caustiously began making her way through, looking around here and there to see what was in store. The place seemed deserted. Was anyone there?
As Lady looked out in to the distance she noticed something rather small walking a little ahead of her. For a moment she had thought it had been a piece of rubbish flying along in the wind but no, it was definitely alive. Unlike her, the creature didn't seem at all bothered to be alone - maybe it was meeting someone?
Speeding up slightly, she realised that it was a rat. Why, it was a rat in clothes! Slowing down as quickly as she had sped up, Lady wondered what a rat was doing in clothes, and quite formal looking ones at that! She was quite curious to know, but at the same time, realised how strange it would be to have a stranger come up to you and remark on your fashion wear.
With this thought intact, Lady simply continued to walk a little behind the rat, silently debating whether to approach him or not.
Lady slowed down further, inclining her head curiously as she heard the rat call for someone. Who could it be? She was soon to be astounded as there in the distance, was a hound bounding towards them. A male from what Lady could make out. Surely a rat wouldn't be the owner of a dog would it?
Stopping in her tracks, she watched as the dog drew closer and closer to them. Thinking he would slow down when he reached his owner, she did not move at first. However, when she realised that the hound had spotted her, Lady's eyes and mouth widened in terror! He wasn't stopping - he was going to bump straight in to her! Stumbling slightly over her own paws, she hurried to hide behind a nearby tree, poking her head around the trunk timidly and staring at the two of them with rounded eyes.
Hearing the kindness in his tone, Lady emerged from behind the tree a bit more to get a better look at them. Perking up her nose, she caught their scent. They didn't seem harmful, in fact they both seemed rather friendly.
Taking a tentative step forward she gave a smile. "That's okay, I was just a little startled," she explained. She looked from the mouse to the dog that he'd called Toby. He looked very excited. Lady understood Toby of course but she wasn't so sure that his owner could. After all, Bolt couldn't talk to humans either like Lady could in this park. "Is he yours?" She asked after a moment's silence.
Lady's tail began to wag excitedly as the mouse introduced himself. The name rang a bell. "Basil? You mean - Basil The Great Mouse Detective?" She asked, wondering if he was the one she had been so curious about. "Do you know a rat called Remy?"
Lady smiled at the excitements that was Toby, although it was now clear that Basil could not understand him. "My name's Lady," she replied. "I like it here very much. You must as well, being the pet of a famous detective!"
((If ya like, you could get Toby to run off or something so you only have Basil and Lady. Of course it's your characters so it's up to you. )
Lady smiled kindly at Toby as he continued to show his excitement. "I'm sure he is a wonderful detective," she replied, "I don't have bones very often but I do enjoy them. My friend has a secret stash of them - well he thinks it's secret anyway," she added with a sad little smile as she thought of her old friend.
"Oh yes, he's very nice," agreed Lady as she turned to Basil again, "he spoke of a mouse being a detective and I was hoping I'd bump in to you." She paused for a moment, wondering whether she dared asked. "I was wondering how a mouse does end up becoming a famous detective."
Toby was getting much too fidgety. Lady was the first dog he'd seen in the parks, and even in London he didn't meet other dogs very often.
Basil spoke to the hound in a commanding tone. "Alright, lad, enough. Lie down. Down, Toby."
He had to repeat it several times to get Toby to mind, but eventually he settled down. Now Basil could have a more peaceful conversation.
"My apologies, miss."
"As to your question, I was seeking a profession in which to make use of my peculiar talent for observation and deduction. When I encountered the famous human detective Mr. Sherlock Holmes, he gave me the idea to set up in business for myself."
"That's quite all right," said Lady politely. After all, she was rather excitable as well at times and had met many dogs like Toby. She smiled at him as he obeyed his owner before sitting down opposite Basil, ready to listen to his story.
"Wow, really?" Lady said curiously. "And he didn't find it weird that you were a mouse and that well... You could talk?" She asked, an apologetic tone to her voice. She didn't want to sound rude but at the same time was very interested in the famous mouse detective.
Lady understood completely. There was something about this park that was rather magical. It had a certain aura about it. Since Basil was a detective, maybe he knew something about it.
"I can't speak to humans outside of this park," she explained. "Do you have any idea on why I can? It'll be awfully strange to talk to Jim Dear and Darling after all this time," she added, more to herself than to Basil.
Of course, Basil didn't know who Jim Dear or Darling were. As this thought occurred, she wondered if Jock or Trusty would be able to talk if they came to this park or if it would just be her. If it was only her... Did it mean there was something... Different about her?