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its_theclimbMiley had always thought of herself as an adaptive person, and being in a toadstool colony without her friends or her boyfriend, newly-appointed caretaker to someone else's cat, didn't do much to change that.
Sunday's goal: To find a patch of ground somewhere that wasn't too muddy to allow for her usual workout routines. After all, being in a library that was filled with grass and plants shouldn't stand in the way of exercise. Miley was adaptive, so she'd adapt.
So she put on sneakers and a jacket, strapped Joni into her backpack, and embarked.
There was mud and wet turf and those weird video-game-looking plants for a while, and then there… weren't. Joni started to mew softly, noticing a change that must have seemed about as abrupt to her as it did to Miley, and the world was fuzzy for a moment before a new reality set in.
No more toadstools. No more grass.
What was left was a rainforest. The trees' canopy hung low enough that she had to duck her head as she stepped forward in search of a clearing, passing over rocks and a narrow stream (and it was a good thing she was wearing sneakers, because her boots would've been destroyed if she'd stepped foot in there otherwise).
"Careful," Miley advised, crouching down to hoist Joni up over the stream. "There's alligators in—"
Only once the words tumbled out did she knew where she was. And then the shouting confirmed it.
"Joannie!" came a yell over the inexplicable noise of water falling. "Joannie, is that you?"
Miley knew the script, had spent enough hours memorizing it in her trailer. The words sprung out of her like, well, like the coiled cobras that were reputably prone to springing out of the ground in an environment like this.
…Miley was great with geography. Just dandy.
"Eddie!" she called back. "Where are you?"
"At the creek!" he shouted, just as she knew he would. And just as she knew she would, Miley raced after him.
The run was tricky, had tripped her up more than a few times during filming, and back then the boulders hadn't really been wet. But Miley had this, and her sneakers pounded the boulders as she weaved through trees and vines and quicksand patches to get to the creek, Joni leaping adroitly at her side.
The problem, of course, was that she wasn't Joannie. She was in leggings and a tank top, and the whip that was supposed to be snapped to her belt… wasn't. Rescuing Eddie from the quicksand-creek was easy enough for Joannie, who had tools and experience and (frankly) more upper body strength than Miley, but now all she really had were the lyrics and a tree branch strewn over the ground.
Finally she skidded to a stop at the mouth of the creek, reaching out for Eddie's flailing hands with the passion and adoration in her eyes that Rob Reiner had taught her. "I thought I meant something to you, Eddie," she intoned, "But if you give up now you're not just giving up on yourself!" Dramatic pause, dramatic pause. Count to six in her head, then… "You're giving up on us."
Right, this dialogue didn't stink any less now that it was a real thing. Joni mewed, unimpressed, and Miley checked her watch.
[[Miley is in the world of Indiana Joannie and the Curse of the Golden Cobra, a movie from her home world that, yes, she starred in as Hannah Montana. Dialogue taken from HM 3x07, "You've Gotta Lose That Job," as well as 3x14, "What I Don't Like About You."]]
Sunday's goal: To find a patch of ground somewhere that wasn't too muddy to allow for her usual workout routines. After all, being in a library that was filled with grass and plants shouldn't stand in the way of exercise. Miley was adaptive, so she'd adapt.
So she put on sneakers and a jacket, strapped Joni into her backpack, and embarked.
There was mud and wet turf and those weird video-game-looking plants for a while, and then there… weren't. Joni started to mew softly, noticing a change that must have seemed about as abrupt to her as it did to Miley, and the world was fuzzy for a moment before a new reality set in.
No more toadstools. No more grass.
What was left was a rainforest. The trees' canopy hung low enough that she had to duck her head as she stepped forward in search of a clearing, passing over rocks and a narrow stream (and it was a good thing she was wearing sneakers, because her boots would've been destroyed if she'd stepped foot in there otherwise).
"Careful," Miley advised, crouching down to hoist Joni up over the stream. "There's alligators in—"
Only once the words tumbled out did she knew where she was. And then the shouting confirmed it.
"Joannie!" came a yell over the inexplicable noise of water falling. "Joannie, is that you?"
Miley knew the script, had spent enough hours memorizing it in her trailer. The words sprung out of her like, well, like the coiled cobras that were reputably prone to springing out of the ground in an environment like this.
…Miley was great with geography. Just dandy.
"Eddie!" she called back. "Where are you?"
"At the creek!" he shouted, just as she knew he would. And just as she knew she would, Miley raced after him.
The run was tricky, had tripped her up more than a few times during filming, and back then the boulders hadn't really been wet. But Miley had this, and her sneakers pounded the boulders as she weaved through trees and vines and quicksand patches to get to the creek, Joni leaping adroitly at her side.
The problem, of course, was that she wasn't Joannie. She was in leggings and a tank top, and the whip that was supposed to be snapped to her belt… wasn't. Rescuing Eddie from the quicksand-creek was easy enough for Joannie, who had tools and experience and (frankly) more upper body strength than Miley, but now all she really had were the lyrics and a tree branch strewn over the ground.
Finally she skidded to a stop at the mouth of the creek, reaching out for Eddie's flailing hands with the passion and adoration in her eyes that Rob Reiner had taught her. "I thought I meant something to you, Eddie," she intoned, "But if you give up now you're not just giving up on yourself!" Dramatic pause, dramatic pause. Count to six in her head, then… "You're giving up on us."
Right, this dialogue didn't stink any less now that it was a real thing. Joni mewed, unimpressed, and Miley checked her watch.
[[Miley is in the world of Indiana Joannie and the Curse of the Golden Cobra, a movie from her home world that, yes, she starred in as Hannah Montana. Dialogue taken from HM 3x07, "You've Gotta Lose That Job," as well as 3x14, "What I Don't Like About You."]]
