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((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: (I'm listening)
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((The return of Cayce and Quixote! Wide open RP. If you haven't already, catch up with the adventures of Quixote, Setsuna, Cayce, and Adam here.))

At some point after Pirate Day, an announcement came on over the park PA system.

"Hi everyone. This is Cayce Pollard. I'd like everyone to come to a meeting tonight to discuss a new discovery that's been made about the park. The meeting's in the Honey I Shrunk the Audience auditorium, at sundown. This is pretty important, so please be there if you can."

That evening ...

Don't forget to keep your head warm )

***

After the various discussions had settled out somewhat, Cayce finally cleared her throat.

"Okay, so here's the plan. Tomorrow at midday, anyone who wants to join the underground expedition should meet at the statue. It sounds like the time dilation or whatever it is makes time pass more slowly belowground than up here, so I think Adam and Setsuna will be fine. We should take the time to get ready with whatever we'll need to bring with us." Plus, of course, it was Adam. Of course they'd be fine. "Then, once we're at the door and ready to proceed, the—the Master will send a signal to the Doctor, who'll lead the distruption. Anyone has any other questions, find me. Thanks, everybody."

((And there will be a fresh post for the expedition when my life is a little more normal.))
[identity profile] anthony-crowley.livejournal.com
Crowley awoke, not in his comfortable bed inside Club 33, but disoriented and hung over on a bench in front of the castle, an empty bottle of rum still clutched in one hand, mouth fuzzy, and head pounding.

"Ngk."

He brought up the other hand to guard his bleary, uncovered eyes from the glaring sun. It took him a moment to realize that there was a great deal more frilly sleeve around his wrist than there should be. Another second later, Crowley ever so cautiously moved his hand down to again discover a mustache and double braided beard.

"Why is the rum always gone?"

It wasn't what he meant to say.
caycep: (Happy)
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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!))
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Aeryn lounges back against the corridor wall and strips wires, a little lazily perhaps, but with her usual diligence and careful attention. It’s quiet on Moya; John’s taken the baby off somewhere for the afternoon, and Aeryn’s enjoying the peace. She’s enjoying Peace as well, and the quiet and calm that comes with that.

If she’s honest she knows that sooner or later she’ll get bored of such stillness, but then, just because war is no longer a threat doesn’t mean Moya and her now very small crew won’t manage to attract some trouble before long. In a way it’s one of the reasons she loves her husband so much, although she’d never tell him that. Well, unless he’s very good.

If there’s one thing she’s not prepared for, taking a few arns to herself like this, working on Moya in a way she’s come to love, it’s to suddenly be somewhere else entirely.

On a planet, apparently, under a blue sky and a mid-sized yellow sun. )

((Here she is at last, the much talked about, lovely Sebacean soldier who recently became wife to John Crichton and mother to his son. Aeryn Sun (pronunciation lies sort of between ‘sun’ and ‘soon’) is taken from about a month after the end of the Peacekeeper Wars, and so is from a bit later than John, after the war has been ended and the baby’s been born. Come say hello! And visit her profile for a biography and links.

I have much encouragement, begging and pleading and bribery permission from Crichton mun for the app. And this is Daniel/Sam/Doctor/Artoo-mun.))

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