dizzy_land | Finding a place to live (Reply)

Wilbur wandered up Main Street until he reached Tomorrowland, no longer Todayland, which was going to take some getting used to. He had a vague recollection of a place his dad had taken him to when he had been younger, some place where inventions had been featured and there was a strange dancing robot. Since it was one of the only things he could remember from when Todayland had been Tomorrowland, it seemed like a good choice. He recognized the entrance and headed up the ramp, making a beeline for the theater he vaguely remembered being there. It was still there, and Wilbur crawled up under the curtain and onto the stage, looking pleased with himself. It was just as he remembered, minus a few details, and Wilbur surveyed the set with pride.

He made his way over to the ~~hideous~~ couch and plopped down on it, looking around thoughtfully. The set was designed as a living room/office, apparently, and Wilbur gleefully put his feet up on the coffee table, shoes and all. Breaking the rules didn't seem as exciting when his mom wasn't around to yell at him to move his feet. Wilbur stood a moment later and wandered over to the desk, clicking the computer on. Given that he was in some twisted alternate universe of Disneyland, he doubted the computer would be hooked up to the internet.

Maybe it had solitaire or something.

((You can come bug Wilbur if you want, but I kinda just wanted a move-in post, so maybe not? I don't care...))