Room 429, Saturday Morning

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Timon Berkowitz was, as Timon Berkowitz always had been, a particularly sound sleeper. And really, one had to be, when one's bed was usually atop the backside of a snoring warthog.

The warthog had never minded, of course. Pumbaa had been Timon's bestest best friend for years, and nothing about that was ever going to change. Ever. Heck, judging by the particularly warm squishiness of his favoritest sleeping spot today, the little meerkat found himself waking up with a grin.

"Been packin' on the pounds again, huh, Pumb--" He blinked. This certainly wasn't the jungle. And he certainly wasn't sleeping on Pumbaa's back. "Huh."

Being a meerkat of great courage and loyalty, naturally Timon was terribly concerned for the well-being and safety of his misplaced buddy.

"I wonder what kinda grub they have to eat around this joint!"

... Mostly.

[Open like an open thing! Yes, Reno is Timon the Meerkat, from The Lion King continuity- But with a few tweaks. He's from the Timon and Pumbaa cartoon show, as Quinton Flynn does both Reno's voice and season one's Timon. And people can understand what he says! Hooray, talking meerkat!]

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Prince Edmund of Narnia was not used to such disturbances. He flung back the covers and stood up, fully clothed in black leather and a black cloak. The dark circles under his eyes framed a look of confusion and suspicion. Where had his Queen sent him now? Did she suspect his soon-to-be betrayal of her? Is that why she'd sent him here?

And why was he sharing a room? "Who are you?" he demanded of the meerkat. Talking Animals were beneath him, but he needed information. "Speak now, beast, and I may spare your life."

[OOC: Ed is Prince Edmund of Narnia, darkfic!Ed]