Looking at the Stars

Okay, so as a few of you know by now, @livingoncaffeineanddreams​ is currently going through the game’s files to look for secrets. Not exactly a secret, but here’s a few clips of Jamface humming.

THIS HAS KILLED ME XD

I’m extracting Epic Mickey 2′s game files, specifically from the Steam version, and am looking for unused content!

So far I’ve started going through sound clips, as they have been the easiest for me to figure out. I haven’t found anything I haven’t heard in game yet, but I have been having a blast listening to all the voice clips for the characters. It’s really making me want to be more active in the fandom again. 

((OMG GUYS! The Kingdom Hearts World Tour Concert premiered in Japan last night and they had a pamphlet that has an interview with Tetsuya Nomura and HOLY CRAP! He said one of his favorite Disney characters is OSWALD?! COULD THIS MEAN…. OSWALD FOR KH3?!))

You guys can’t miss this 🌙

Penumbral Lunar Eclipse: Feb. 10th 10:30 pm - 3 am, with it peaking at 12:40 am (UK)

Snow Moon: Night of Feb. 10th, 100% at 12:30 am

brush from epic mickey board for @cartoons-behind-blogging

I am… not a chronologically locked rp blog.

That means that if you talk to me to establish that we want to ship our muses, or have a particular relationship or type of report between them, I am 1: totally okay with multiple threads of varying length and styles with you and 2: will probably jump around in the supposed ‘timeline’ of our muses relationships in order to keep things interesting/ make ask prompts work.

“Oh. I’m sorry.” The child apologized as she tried again, this time giving more empathize on the ‘per’ sound. “Thank you Mr. CoPER-nickel! Um…I don’t really have anything to give you…” She said the last part mostly to herself as she reached into her messenger bag in hopes of finding something.

The doll tuned back in at his question, but she still continued to dig into her bag. “I came from my house. Where do you come from? Are you a type of wingless fairy?” She asked as excitement spread though her face.

Coppernickle. It seemed as tho he may just have to accept that as a new nickname. “Perhaps it’d be easier if you called me Pernie? Plenty of my friends do.”

As she searched her bag for a gift he added, “Oh there’s no need, lass! You don’t need to give me anythin’ for that. I was simply doin’ what any decent person would.” 

He set down the tiny screwdriver in his hand and turned to look at him incredulously. Gyro stared at him for an uncomfortably long amount of time before pulling his own phone out of his pocket- a newer model with slightly different dimensions, but still easily recognizable as a smartphone- turned it on, and entered his PIN on the touch screen. He then tapped the phone icon and held up the device so Copernicus could see the dial pad.

Next, he dialed the number for his landline and waited. After about three seconds, an older phone- the kind with a coiled cord- began to ring not far from where Copernicus hovered. Gyro looked from the Gremlin to the ringing phone, nodding towards it in a silent prompt to pick it up.

Copernicus shrunk under Gyro’s incredulous stare, the long silence feeling like an eternity. His growing discomfort led to him wringing his hands awkwardly, uncertain of what to do or say. He almost regretted asking Gyro about the smartphone now. 

Gyro looked down at the device, more than a little surprised to see it there. This was the thing that Copernicus couldn’t identify? Exactly how out of touch was this guy?

“That? It’s a smartphone,” he informed him, picking the phone up to examine it more closely. “ I used to use the same model myself, a few years ago. The trouble with these ones is that they’re not the sturdiest phones, and even a slight knock can shift a piece out of place.”

He set the phone down again, taking his seat at the workbench and switching on a desk lamp so he’d be able to see the small parts better. The outer casing popped off easily to reveal the circuitry inside. 

“This shouldn’t take long,” he half mumbled, retrieving a very small toolkit from a drawer.

“A smartphone?” he repeated as he hovered over to the other side of the worktable. He wanted to watch everything Gyro was doing, but he also did not want to get in the inventor’s way. 

The doll was about to ask for a demonstration when he suddenly spoke again. She stared blankly at his extended hand for a moment before recognizing the gesture. Giving a smile, she used both her hands to shake his as she chirped, “It’s nice too meet you too! I’m Clementine! And thanks for stopping me Mr. Co…Cop…”

The child paused for a moment, trying to remember how to pronounce his name. It was a very long and funny sounding word, but she sound it out in her head and tried again.

“Clementine. That’s a lovely name!” he smiled warmly. “And you’re most welcome, lass. I’m not the kind to leave a wee thin’ like yourself in distress.”