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[strawbeary_evil]

[Lotso's been keeping to himself as of late, understandably since he was still badly injured the last time he was seen out in public.
But even now as he's wandering around campus, he's keeping very much to himself, burdened with some very troubling thoughts. His usual friendly demeanor is totally gone, he's not striking up any conversation with the

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[not_yet_bitter]

[Wandering the campus is another toy.

He forlornly looks about himself, not recognizing his surroundings at all.
This wasn't the field he'd been left in.

His distress multiplied with every moment he wasted searching for the route home, imagining that his sweet little Daisy must currently be weeping over her missing toy. It was getting so late, and the poor little girl could never get to sleep without him held tightly in her loving embrace.

She needed him, and it was his duty as her toy to return to her.

As he slowly trudges along, he sees the other toy -- another Lots-o-Huggin' Bear, coincidentally -- and approaches.]

Pardon me there... but are ya lost too?

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[strawbeary_evil]

[Lotso is more than shocked at the sight of another Lotso-Huggin'-Bear. He always knew that he wasn't the only one, he'd even seen some before. But this is the first time TALKING to another, and it's bizarre.

Despite the similarities of their voice and apperance, there are also some stark contrasts that he notices. The Lotso he's speaking to appears fresh-out-of the box. Bright pink fur, flawless condition and his strawbeary scent even seems to be stronger.
Still, he tries to disregard the strangeness of the situation and help the lost toy.]

Can't say I am. I actually happen ta be a teacher at this here school.
Now how'd you manage to find yer way in here, I'm wonderin'? It ain't everyday I see another Lotso-Huggin'-Bear.

[not_yet_bitter]

[The lost Lotso appears to look even more lost.]

Teacher..?
[But how can a toy be..? He shakes his head slightly, deciding not to ask. It's not that he isn't curious, but he simply must stay focused on returning home.]

I.. I'm not really sure, I'm afraid. Last I remember I was... [His voice grows a tad somber.] I was in a field. A field a' tall grass, tryin' ta make my way home. But now I... gracious, I don't know how I managed ta get here.

[He's so wrapped up in his worry that it isn't until now that he notices the poor shape the other Lotso appears to be in.]
Goodness! What on earth happened to ya? Are... are you all right?

Sorry this is so late!! :__;

[strawbeary_evil]

[Lotso's a bit perturbed by his doppelganger's tale, it hits a little too close to home.. It's almost unsettling, but he quickly reminds himself that toys go missing all the time. This other Lotso must be going through a similar situation.

Never the less, he decides to turn his attention to the second question instead.]

Yeah, I'm plenty fine. Gettin' a bit run down in my years, but I coulda been a lot worse off.
Lookit you, though! How many years've you been outta the box?

[lovethedemiurge]

[Seperating himself from the festivities, Trevor explores the academy for anything interesting. A floating island must have it share of secrets to hide. And he walks, that's when he notices the toy bear wandering the campus. He figures it another android. He stops, tilting his head.]

Ah. And here I thought they existed in one dimension...

[strawbeary_evil]

[What Lotso manages to hear of that is just confusing. He looks up, raising a brow.]

'Scuse me?

[lovethedemiurge]

[Trevor crouches down to Lotso's level, regarding him scientifically.]

Pardon me, but you are an android, correct? Must be the same technology that makes the island float...

[strawbeary_evil]

Android? No, no.. Sorry ta dissapoint, but I'm just fabric n' stuffing.

[hungarianmouse]

Good afternoon, Mister Lotso!

[strawbeary_evil]

[Even if he's not in the best of moods, Bianca's pleasantness helps. He gives a small nod.]

Afternoon, Bianca.

[hungarianmouse]

Are you walking anywhere in particular? Perhaps I could keep you company?

[strawbeary_evil]

I'm not goin' anywhere in particular, but I wouldn't mind some company.

[tiatiatiatiatia]

[Lottie knows that adorible, pink, southern bear walking around. Up she skeddadles. She hasn't seen him in a long while.]

Those stiches still holdin' up alrigh'?

[strawbeary_evil]

[It has been a while! Lottie's actually someone he's happy to run into.]

They're holdin' up jus fine, thank ya. How've you been, Lottie?

[tiatiatiatiatia]

I've been alrigh'. [Other than worrying herself sick over Elizabeth.]

You know, Mistah Lotsah... I think there's a toy murderah goin' 'round. Firs' you, then anothah... You sure it's safe t'be walkin' from place t'place without someone with you?

[strawbeary_evil]

Really now? Well, I think I'll be fine.. I been crammed up in Jane's room fer a while, I'm plenty willing ta risk some time for myself.

[very_lil_brain]

*Pooh takes great interest in the other bear. It's not everyday that he sees another bear made of stitching and fluff like him but at the same time, this other bear looks much different which sparks more of Pooh's curiosity.*

Hello. I see that you're a bear as well.

[strawbeary_evil]

[It's interesting for him to see another stuffed bear as well! And here he thought he would be the only one.]

I am! It ain't often that I see anotha toy 'round school.

[very_lil_brain]

Toy? I guess I am. That's what everyone tells me.

*Pooh had never really been referred as a toy before coming here. He knew that he was made of felt and stuffing but Pooh considered himself a Pooh Bear and nothing more. He shrugged. If he was a toy, then so be it. It didn't change that he was Pooh.*

I'm Winnie The Pooh. 'Pooh' for short.

[strawbeary_evil]

Well, it's nice to meet ya, Pooh. The name's Lotso Huggin' Bear, but y'all can call me Lotso.

..You ain't a teacher, are ya?