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Third Floor Common Room; Sunday Evening [ 03/27 ].

Alexander wasn't doing anything particularly interesting tonight; he had just decided that he should at least do nothing particularly interesting in the common room rather than his own room, in the hopes that, perhaps, it could become something interesting.

He considered the television, but, overall, just settled on the couch with a book instead. Far more engaging and, perhaps, when he was ready for a break, he might hit up the kitchette for a little bit of culinary action. For some strange reason, it was making him crave a fried sandwich to dip in some sort of fruit jam...

How strange.

[[ open common room is open! ]]

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Mr. Winkles followed along behind the human. But, it should be noted, that he was not following the human because he had been told to do so. That would be lowly, lacking in self-respect and dignity. Gerbils did not do as they were told. Dogs did. And Mr. Winkles was not a dog. Mr. Winkles was evil incarnate.

There was a very definite difference.

No, no, Mr. Winkles was following this human because HE was the one in charge. He had demanded food, and now his bipedal servant was powerless to resist his commands! And that was why he was following behind, to make certain that the way to the food was cleared by his new pawn, so that there would be no mistake that this sad, pathetic creature was under his command!

And also because the food was that way, and he had much smaller legs.

"I think I know just the thing for you," Alexander noted, going to the fringe and procuring from within it a large wedge of yellow cheese with holes in it.

Because, in his world, large wedges of yellow cheese with holes in it is simply what you gave rodents. Granted, the rodents tended to be much bigger in Daventry, so he nicked off a littler piece for Mr. Winkles.

"Now, to see how to actually get this thing open so I can give this to you," he mused, now reaching to pick up the ball.

Aha! Exactly according to plan! The pink meaty flesh-peon would open his plastic fortress, and would unleash him upon the world at large, to wreak havoc upon all who did not bow to his whims!

And also, there would be cheese!

He would stand on his tiny hindfeet now, to display how large and imposing he was! And all would cower in terror!

He was taller now that the ball had been picked up! See? Already, terrifying!

"Ah! There's the latch!" Alexander noted, clearly reluctant to open the ball not because he was having trouble with the mechanism, but because anyone would be reluctant to expose themselves to such danger as making an offering to the beast within.

"There you are, Mr. Winkles," he said, lowering the piece of cheese down for the gerbil. "I hope you enjoy cheddar."

It would be an adequate offering. The beast would be appeased, this day.

Mr. Winkles settled down, picking up the piece of cheese in his wee-vicious-forepaws and nibbling at it intently.

Yes. He would allow Alexander to live today. But next time, human... Oh, next time...

Edited 2011-03-28 00:59 (UTC)

"There isn't that much room in that little plastic ball," Alexander noted as he looked in on the creature nibbling on the cheese with a thoughtful frown. "I'll bet you feel trapped. I know what it's like to be trapped..."

Trapped? Trapped, as this human was now, confined by the whims of Mr. Winkles, doomed to forever dance if he commanded it be so?

Mr. Winkles gave a small, disdainful twitch of his whiskers while he ate what portions of the cheese he could stomach, and crammed the rest into his cheeks for safekeeping.

And then he stood up again, sniffing at the doorway of his plastic fortress. If this was a trick, some sort of attempt to lure Mr. Winkles to a state of vulnerability, he would know. He would know, and all would pay.

Unaware of the certain doom and destruction he would potentially unleash on the world by his actions, Alexander gave a smile to the gerbil, feeling a sort of kindred spirit in captivity, and bent down to carefully set the ball back on the floor. He tilted it, just a little, so that the opening was close to the floor.

"I would be no better than the evil that confined me to slavery if I were to keep you inside your strange plastic prison, my friend," Alexander said. "Go, and be free to roam as you will!"

Well, now you've done it, Alexander. The world was going to pay and pay dearly for all of those dried veggie pellets and cedar woodchips and that ridiculous, ridiculous name of his.

Mr. Winkles sniffed about the exit to his ball for a moment more, temporarily thrown by the prospect of leaving his containment-protection-device, and then, demonstrating just how bold he truly was, he slipped outside of it, his teeny paws touching actual floor for the first time in ages.

FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDOM!!!!!

"Atta boy, Mr. Winkles!" Alexander said with an encouraging chuckle. "Come on out! All paws on the floor and there will be even more cheese in it for you! We'll call that the sweet taste of liberty!"

Liberty tasted of yellow cheese with holes in it! Mr. Winkles was a sudden firm believer in liberty!

Liberty of all gerbils, everywhere! Humanity could have a new function in his great world order, as cheese-fetchers. It was a step up from doormats and shaving-fresheners, at least.

Mr. Winkles was hereby bestowing a new title upon Alexander: The Fetcher of Cheese. He trusted that the pink-meat-creature would wear it well. And if he didn't...

Alexander would not like the consequences, if he didn't.

All four paws tested out this strange 'floor' substance, with no small amount of caution. And then, again, up on his kind legs, the proud conqueror of the Third Floor Common Room! All hail the Winkles!

"Well done, Mr. Winkles!" Alexander hailed the gerbil happily, breaking off a piece of cheese and holding it out for the critter to enjoy. "The air surely must smell better out here than in that tiny little sphere."

Well, actually, the air in the plastic fortress smelled of gerbil pee and megalomania. It was a pungent scent that had rather grown on him over the past few weeks.

Still and all, if the air out here came with cheddar, then he supposed that he was ready to step into the world outside of his protective dome. But was the world ready for him?

As he nibbled on this next piece of cheese, it was possibly very clear that this fresh air came with fresh ideas for world domination. Without the confines of the ball, he was free to scurry into places where no other gerbil dared to trod! He would conquer the mice of the island, and the rats! He would travel unhindered through the gremlin holes! He would be as a shadow, unheard, unseen, until somebody dared look down!

Excellent. Yes, excellent indeed.

"Shall we feed you anything else while we are out and about?" asked Alexander to the gerbil. "I believe I spotted some very tasty looking carrots in the refrigerator."

See, Alexander was catching on to his duties as Official Food-Getter adequately.

He would live, after all.

The undignified scurry toward the fridge was not, in fact, him agreeing to anything, it should be known. It was simply Mr. Winkles being crystal clear that if Alexander were to pull carrots out of the fridge for him, it would be only because he willed it so.

Which, of course, he did. Carrots!

Alexander was certainly not chuckling at the undignified scurry of his new overlord toward the refrigerator, of course. That would be terribly unseemly.

"Alright, there, slow down, little one!" he said as he caught up with the gerbil. "The carrots will not be going anywhere, I assure you, though I suppose you must be quite hungry after your confinement."

Mr. Winkles would kindly overlook that 'Little One' remark. This time. Next time, it was a one-way trip to the hit-list with you, giant pink thing. Once he commanded his own voracious rat army, they would swarm and gnaw the flesh from your ungainly human bones!

... Also, he was awaiting his carrots. His whiskers twitched impatiently as he stared up at Alexander with his beady, diabolical eyes.

"There we are," Alexander managed to get the bag of baby carrots opened and passed one down to Mr. Winkles. "That should keep you satisfied for a while, I should think. It's almost as big as you are!"

SILENCE, IMBECILIC HUMAN!!!!

Mr. Winkles would show you who was truly in charge! He would!

Just as soon as he managed to cram this thing into one of his cheeks. It was fiddly work, but if anyone could manage it, it was he!

And he would look utterly ridiculous with one cheek puffed waaay out, too.

Alexander wasn't laughing! Really, he wasn't!

"No need to rush through it, Mr. Winkles," he said when he wasn't laughing. "There's plenty more where that came from."

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