[identity profile] mickey-cops.livejournal.com
((Continuing from this post.))

In the passageways beneath the park, where a group had gathered to break down a long-closed door, a laser beam was widening, and a broad circle began to blacken the surface of the wood, the locks melting and streaming down in shining rivulets, to puddle at the doorstep. The room was getting hot, now.

Outside, all at once, the rides all stopped. Animatronic figures jolted still; boats bumped each other confusedly; rollercoasters fell to the bottom of their tracks and did not continue up. The lights inside the buildings flickered off; the perpetual background noise of music and soundeffects went silent.

Below, the hole in the door began to crackle and spark around the edges, and for just a moment all the eyes trained on the door could see through it a fathomless darkness. An odd, organic silence filled the air; everyone's breathing and small movements were audible, but so too was a new absence of sound, as though the walls were all holding their breath.

And then the air around the door began to shimmer.
caycep: (Hmm.)
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It was the day after the meeting.

Cayce waited at the statue for the underground expedition to show up. It was a bit bigger and more unwieldly than she'd originally intended, and keeping everyone in line was going to be worse than herding cats, but ... well, you pays your money and you makes your bets.

She really, really hoped this was going to work.

((Here's how this works: if you are participating in the expedition, post a comment in the Meetup thread below to indicate that you're showing up. The main body of the RP will go in the Expedition thread, in which the team actually goes underground and does their thing.))
[identity profile] seafoamrisen.livejournal.com
Aphrodite was aware that something had happened to Sylar, but lacking her daughter-in-law's particular affinity with the mortal soul, she couldn't really say what it was, or even guess at it.

Well, she hadn't seen him in a while, so this was as good an excuse to go looking for him as any.

Wearing one of her more low-key (relatively speaking) humanoid forms, Aphrodite made her serene way through the park.

((This is, in fact, an open RP. Feel free to bug the goddess.))
caycep: (Happy)
[personal profile] caycep
Setting the scene... )

~

Cayce's words of welcome, given after a majority of the guests have arrived. )

((Party time! Talk amongst yourselves, hassle Cayce, get drunk and ride through It's a Small World (not recommended), and otherwise have fun. Feel free to set your post before or after Cayce's little speech.))

((ETA: Here's the limbo thread!))
[identity profile] mickey-mous.livejournal.com
Once again, in the middle of the night, decorations begin to unfurl throughout the park. In minutes the place was awash in red, white, and blue bunting, balloons, streamers, banners, flags, flowers, and all the Independence Day trappings.

Patriotism is in the air at Disneyland.
[identity profile] swordandchalice.livejournal.com
As he hadn't heard from her in a long time, Setsuna decided he'd best write to Pearl and find out if she was still there doing well. When he didn't receive a response in a couple of days, though, he got depressingly worried and wrote off a letter to Susan as well.

Susan,

I just wanted to see how you, Calvin and Pearl were doing. You guys ok? ...I got concerned when Pearl didn't write back. You're still here, right? Is she?

- Setsuna


He tried not to fret too much because he knew everyone had a home to go back to, but Setsuna got terribly attached to people rather quickly.

With the letter done, however, he remembered something else that might help him cope with all of this people leaving stuff.

Hey, Adam!

Remember how you said we should go exploring again? Ready to go now? I need something to get my mind off of things.

- Setsuna


And then he decided to just go sneak up on Kurai. )

[[ooc: Feel free to get to these whenever you have time. Kurai log is open to Arachne as well if Arachne-mun feels like jumping in later; would like to start with Kurai, though. Thanks.]]
[identity profile] i-don-quixote.livejournal.com
mood: resolute

((Backdated to shortly after Quixote met the Feegle))

Still slightly soggy from his encounter with the grim leviathan Monstro, Don Quixote was in dire need of a new lance and a whetstone and oil with which to tend his rusting sword*. Weaponsmiths being in shockingly short supply in the Land of Disney, he searched for some time, eventually wandering off the beaten path and finding himself at an unobtrusive door tucked back between two shops somewhere in the bowels of Fantasyland.

And of course completely failed to understand the 'Employees Only' sign. )
[identity profile] average-adam.livejournal.com
Setsuna,

You ready to go treasure huntin' again? I wanna figure out where that map leads...

-Adam
[identity profile] notalemon.livejournal.com
The bus to Sky High landed on the driveway in front of the school, back in the sky after the disaster full of babies. Layla headed towards her first class with Mr. Boy (although in all honesty, she should probably really have been in classes with heroes, rather than remaining in the hero support class). Between one blink and another, the school changed quite a bit, and Layla turned around in confusion. Being in Disneyland was a little unexpected, given that it was a school day and Layla was supposed to be in Mr. Boy’s class. She remembered walking into the school, even. Really, though, there were worse places to end up at instead of school. Maybe Will had decided to surprise her and flown her there? That was unlikely, though, since neither of them would really skip school, not the first day after the homecoming dance. Well, that and she had no memory of how she ended up here.

 

Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"

 

((This is Layla, from the Disney Sky High movie. She’s taken from right after the end of the movie, and there are probably spoilers involved. I mean, if anyone is really so desperate to not hear the end of Sky High.))

[identity profile] elle-sparks.livejournal.com
Elle blinks a few times, confused by her surroundings. The last thing she remembers is leaving Isaac Mendez's loft, having saved that cute Dr. Suresh and those girls from Sylar. She hadn't really wanted to go back to the facility and face her father and spent a little time wandering aimlessly through the streets of New York.

But apparently she took a wrong turn at Albequerque because she has no idea where she is right now.

cut for application )

((Elle Bishop is from Heroes and is being taken post Series 2; She has the ability to generate electricity, is a diagnosed sociopath and sadist, and suffers a distinct lack of social skills due to being hidden away from society for the majority of her life. Yes, Sylar-mun knows about my app :) I'm a new player and very excited about this opportunity!))

Open RP

Jan. 27th, 2008 12:35 pm
[identity profile] average-adam.livejournal.com
Adam was never bored. A young man with that much imagination never needed to be. He did, however, on occasion, get a little lonely. Even when the space inside your own head is limitless, it's nice to be able to talk to other people sometimes. That's why he was walking around the park, hoping to make a few new friends and find some old ones.
[identity profile] slippedagear.livejournal.com

Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"

In which Sylar lies. A lot. )


[ooc & ETA: many many details on plans for Sylar to come in this post, if this application is accepted; I understand there's a no-death field in effect here, but I hope to wreak a little mayhem if allowed.

ETA: Now with LJ-cut. *apologizes*]
[identity profile] soho-angel.livejournal.com
mood: joyful

On Christmas morning (or he thought it was Christmas day; there was no foolproof way to be sure,) Aziraphale rose early. First he took care of the household matters--a long, slender box with Crowley's name on it beneath the tree, and two stockings by the fireplace, one black and one red and green tartan.

Then he went out to the balcony of Club 33 one more time with Cayce's census list in hand... )

((Everybody feel free to make up your own gift or totally ignore the whole thing XD))
[identity profile] seafoamrisen.livejournal.com
There's a shimmering in the air and a scent of roses, and suddenly manifest in the entrance plaza is a woman of nearly impossible beauty. She is tall, perfectly formed, with cascades of red-gold hair.  She wears a Greek chiton of the finest translucent linen, trimmed with gold and royal purple, and around her waist is a jewelled belt of literally divine workmanship, with jewels on it that could ransom a planet.

She blinks and turns a few times, taking in her surroundings with brilliant blue eyes, which are one moment bright and youthful, and another full of shadows and mystery from the dawn of time. The effect of these eyes is somewhat dampened when a decidedly put-out expression crosses her lovely face and she pouts a little.

This is definitely not Olympus. )

((Ladies and gents, boys and girls, this is Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love and beauty and poor Psyche's mother-in-law. Psyche's mun has granted her permission, over the protests of Psyche herself, alas. And like Psyche, 'Dite's taken from where she left off at her last RPG.))
[identity profile] swordandchalice.livejournal.com
After leaving a note for Sara, Kira and Katou (Hey, guys, just going out to see a friend. Be back later. - Setsuna), Setsuna considered writing a letter to Adam to let him know he was headed out there, but then stopped. How foolish was that? Wouldn't Adam already know he was going over?

That settled, Setsuna headed out to Tom Sawyer's Cabin in Frontierland, towel in hand, and a smile. He did have things to consider, but what was the point in talking serious to Adam? He would already know all of that, and everything Setsuna needed to do.... This was time to relax and just forget.

It would be a trial to see how long Setsuna could last doing that.
[identity profile] snitchnicker.livejournal.com
James and Sirius, for today an accountant and a dentist, respectively, put the finishing touches on the Haunted Mansion (they had started the night before, and upon finding that in the morning their changes were still there, they had been quite pleased and finished up). Now that the room where the ceiling rose was magicked so that everyone would fit in it and still have plenty of space to move. On top of that, they had magically rewired the loudspeakers to the room, put up some spooky decorations, and even completed it with fake, scary looking ghosts (they had both been quite disappointed in the morning to discover that some of their ruder decorations, including hot, naked ghosts, were removed).

Then, James began to write the letters, and started some music.

Letters to Crowley, and everyone in the park )
[identity profile] thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com
Identical flyers sent to Lilly, Veronica, Kira, Setsuna, Cayce, Crichton, Susan, Una, Kon, Tim, Rose, and Adam )

Logan stuffed a couple extras under Veronica and Lilly's doors just to be sure.

As promised, shortly after sunset )
((Logan is being an exclusionist brat and only inviting his personal in-crowd, but he expects crashers. All characters are welcome encouraged to come investigate the music.))

((WARNINGS for bad language and sex-related chatter throughout, and invasive mind control and remembered child abuse in the thread between Logan and the Master. If either squicks you, steer clear.))
[identity profile] john-adams-1776.livejournal.com
John awoke at his usual early hour on the morning of the town meeting. He dressed with slightly more than usual care in his suit of clothes from home, broke his fast with a light meal, and headed to the Golden Horseshoe to ensure that things were the way he wanted.

The chairs and small tables were already perfectly arranged, but John dragged a podium he found backstage out to the front of the curtain. Then he bustled about in the kitchen area setting out drinks and whatever small snacks he could find back there.

Before long, interested citizens began filing in and he went up to the podium. There was no microphone because he'd never heard of such a thing, but John Adams never had difficulty making himself heard.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome. If you would please pick up any refreshments you'd care for and take your seats, we'll begin in just a few minutes."
caycep: (Thoughtful)
[personal profile] caycep
Cayce glared at her notes.

She'd gotten sloppy, she realized; she hadn't been keeping up with the new arrivals nearly as well as she should, and she hadn't updated the park census in forever. Which meant it was time to do this the easy way.

So a large sheet of paper went up on the park bulletin board.

Hi everyone.

As some of you know, I've been keeping track of the population of the park, just so that we know who's here and where we can find them. I need to update my records, so please put your name and where you live on this sheet.

Also, if there is anyone you know of who is missing you haven't seen in a while, mail me privately.

Thanks for your help,
Cayce Pollard
Starcade, Tomorrowland
[identity profile] hear-the-drums.livejournal.com
Arranging universal domination... was not as easy as it looked.

Okay, that was complete bullocks. It was very easy. Also fun, convenient and –so satisfyingly destructive after that endless stasis– surprisingly simple to set on autopilot once all the essentials were put in place. Also oddly merciful this time around; he was saving two great civilizations from terrible fates, after all. How could that not be –and it isn't, it's only to save his precious mind from it, the drums, the neverending– merciful? –da-da da-da, da-da da-da

Well, the Doctor didn't seem to think so. Then again, they rarely –never– agreed on anything, and the Doctor's opinion didn't matter so much now that he was in the doghouse. Literally.

I could make tea, or is that not American enough? )

((Well, folks, you've met the good Doctor. Now meet his archnemesis - the Master. Yes, it does sound very kinky. Because it kinda is.... But I digress. I should warn those who are only familiar with Classic Who, this regeneration of the Master is a little different from the ones you've been used to; he's about 90% kooky-er and much less vampiric. Still just as evil, though. For more info, see his profile. The Master was taken some time between The Sounds of Drums and Last of the Time Lords, the last two episodes of season 3. Also, it would be great if no one mentioned the Doctor just yet. ;) Oh, and this would be Crichton-mun. *waves*))

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