@restlessrevery starter for Ortensia!
He's spat out of the Projector somewhere on the outskirts of Mean Street. Not the exit he'd have chosen - too close to the Forgotten Toons, too close to...everything.
Behind him, the title of 'Great Guns!' flickers on; the film reel restarting.
But Francis is covered in gunpowder, soot, and has those little retro cartoon bombs circling his head in the place of stars or birds, whistling merrily. His prize - a World War medic basket snatched from the film - is unscathed, and remains perfect black-and-white upon exiting. He tries to get up, eyes blinking blearily, but his hand lands on his own ear and he ends up tangling himself up...and landing face-down again.
His pen lies beside him, leaking ink. Not his finest moment.
He can see Dark Beauty Castle in the distance, the backs of Town Hall; a statue visable between parted buildings. Maybe he'll be lucky. It's early. Maybe nobody is up.
"I wasn't cut out for showbiz," he wheezes what he thinks is an empty lot.
