[identity profile] swissdonkey.livejournal.com
Guy had spent his morning carefully recalibrating his League Table, then realised there were only a couple of people on it, and this was not on. There was little in the way of medical emergencies here, apart from French guys who didn't know how to use swords, so he went for a mid afternoon wander, finding himself a bench and a good place to people watch. Or, to be more specific, women-watch.

It wasn't really a league table until he'd got at least three or four more women to add to it. Whilst he waited, he fiddled about playing on his Blackberry, seeing if there was a way he could get this to work in the park. No signal. That was the most depressing empty space he'd ever seen.

((As promised. League table. Only filled in with women he's met, of course. Feel free to mosey by and he'll add your character/leer/get slapped (delete as applicable). If I've got anything terribly wrong, please come and poke me and I can change numbers around.))
[identity profile] perfectly-right.livejournal.com
Phoenix shouldn't really have had anything to complain about. It was comfortable here, after all, if a bit... surreal. To him, at least, Disneyland was a nice place -- to visit. Living in it was an entirely different matter. (Why does everything have to be themed?) At least there was food -- unlimited food. That was pretty nice.

He slumped into one of the benches in Main Street's plaza and rubbed his forehead. Free accomodations, unlimited food, nice weather. Ideally, it should have been a vacation. (Except... I'm stuck here. Not to mention stuck here with talking animals, Edgeworth, and Franziska. Crazy Franziska.) And how were Maya and Pearls getting on without him? Did time even pass back home while he was here? It was like a horrible dream, except he wasn't waking up. And the concentrated happy of Disneyland gave him a constant headache.

At least there was free food.

((Eek, sorry for lack of activity! Open to everyone~))
[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.))
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[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] yousir-mesir.livejournal.com
((I swear the next post from me will be the casting for the 'company'. It's just taken longer than expected to figure out what exactly I want to do....*shifty eyes*))

My Most Respected and Treasured Goddess,

I'd like to speak to you regarding favours. Specifically, I'd like to ask of you a favour for me. Shall we talk terms, my dearest deity of hearts? At your beck and call, and always at your convenience,

Your humble servant,

Sir Percival Blakeney
[identity profile] anthony-crowley.livejournal.com
A package was sent to Cayce containing a relatively modest and completely generic red bikini and a letter:

Cayce,

You ready to do this? Come over tomorrow around noon. We'll do the tour and have a lake party/barbecue afterward.

Ciao,
Crowley



Ellie got a letter, but no package.

Ellie,

Ready for the bikini tour? Come over tomorrow around noon. Cayce's suit is fairly modest, but I know better than to put restrictions on you. Barbecue at the lake afterward.

Ciao,
Crowley


((So very porny now. Be warned.))
[identity profile] duck-lake.livejournal.com
After the Mouse had placed her, Duck found a map and was relieved to discover she could understand the writing on it. It took her rather a long time to get to Critter Country, but that was more due to her tiredness than the layout of the place. It really was a pretty strange place, though; Duck was used to the subdued and natural colours of Gold Crown, and so the bright pink castle caused her to do a double-take. She wondered for a moment or two whether Mytho's castle in his story looked anything like it, but supposed not. Mytho would probably choose yellow and white instead of pink. ... Probably.
Well, where else would a duck live? )
((Feel free to say hello to the little ducky if you want! If not, I'll just leave this as a private rp; I just wanted to log where Duck will be living))
[identity profile] katoustheshit.livejournal.com
[It's the middle of the night, when, over the loudspeakers, quite loudly, blasts the Numa Numa song. The entire show is needlessly loud]


Hey guys! Good evening. This is the great DJ Katou, once again blessing you guys with the sound of his own voice.

Listen, I'd like to issue a formal apology for apparently pissing people off with my last radio show. You know, if you're like say, Aphrodite or Virgil, they you just like shitty music, and in Aphrodite's case, I mean really, really shitty music, and it was wrong of me to discriminate against some of you like that.

So, I'd like to offer my formal apologies with the following show.

The Radio Show )

And that's the end of that show. I really hope that I've made amends to all of you who've I've pissed off with the last show, as that was completely my intention.

Any and all complaints can, and should, be forwarded to Kyouya Ootori.


[My Humps by Black Eyed Peas comes over the loud speaker. It will be on repeat, and the door to the radio room will be locked. Katou will be hanging around afterward for any calls, and any calls he gets, My Humps will be played in the background during.]
[identity profile] attendthebutton.livejournal.com
You gods who might know this woman as one of your own, please listen to me. We here call her 'Eirene'. She was called 'Adella' where she came from, somewhere... beyond the Rhine... I'm not sure exactly where. Anyway, you'll know her.

She was a good woman. She always spoke very highly of you. So please, look after her and our boy.

My name, is Titus Pullo. Ex-13th legion.

Her husband.

I wasn't always as good to her as I should have been.

I give my life to you to use as you like, if you'll see that she's happy now.


By the way, he's speaking in Latin. )

[[ooc: Say hello, or rather "Salve!", to Titus Pullo from HBO's amazing show Rome. Pullo is taken from the beginning of episode 8 of season 2. Directly after burying his wife who he thinks died of natural complications during pregnancy. Pullo only speaks Latin so... Let's see how this turns out.
[identity profile] katoustheshit.livejournal.com
[Over the radio plays E Nomine's Mitternacht.]

Hey everyone, Katou here. And like I said, if you requested shitty music - and hoo boy, did some of you request really shitty music - I won't be playing it. You see, my radio's got standards.

So, let's get this party started )
[identity profile] seafoamrisen.livejournal.com
Fresh off her little chat with Sylar, Aphrodite was, for once, in a splendid mood.

She descended from the air near the lake and transformed from swan-shape into human, once again clad in a gorgeous white gown with a vaguely classical feel to it.

A walk around the lake seemed like the thing, an excellent opportunity to—ha—win friends and influence people.
[identity profile] slippedagear.livejournal.com
Having finally healed up (as well as he could) from Crowley's little interference, Sylar was out and about again. Mostly just trying to relax with a candy apple, but keeping his eyes open for people of-- interest.


[been a while, but open for anyone!]
[identity profile] chantinellie.livejournal.com
mood: cheerful

Ellie had been at her chosen spot within an hour of the decorations going up, and spent most of the wee morning hours hauling stuff around to build her booth.

Read more... )

((Sorry to be getting this started so late guys, hope everybody's still up for it))

Be Ours.

Feb. 14th, 2008 12:07 am
[identity profile] mickey-cops.livejournal.com
The music, mercifully, didn't start until an hour after dawn, and it was at around elevator music-volume and fairly ignorable until you started noticing what a bizarre jumble of songs from throughout recording history it was. As a matter of fact, it rather sounded as though forces with very little taste of their own had just cued up a random mix of anything labeled "love song," however appropriate or inappropriate, and had done with it. And then locked the door of the radio room behind them.

The decorations, however, had gone up at midnight, and if you'd been awake you might have seen them go up - strings of white and red heart-shaped lights unrolling and flinging themselves from place to place, great bunches of foil heart balloons tied here and there, vases of long-stemmed roses gently set down everywhere.

The shops were filled with formal wear; the restaurants, empty and attended alike, were lit with candles. All the water rides in the park gained little banners above their entrances reading "Tunnel of Love," and the characters within seemed to be doing a lot more offering of flowers and chocolates to each other than usual. (It was hard to say whether this was more disturbing from the pirates or from B'rer Rabbit and B'rer Fox.)

And every person in the park, whenever they woke up, found by their pillow a little pile of valentines, personalized just for them to send out, and a helpful list of all the people they might want to ask to be theirs. In other words, everyone. Oh, and a box of candy hearts, also personalized with adorable mottos.

Welcome to the most romantic place on Earth. Or...somewhere.

((Mushy songs to be posted here, OOCly and to your heart's content. Also feel free to comment here about your character's valentines and their reaction thereunto, or if you wish, to start a new post for those purposes. The lock's just a mundane deadbolt, so if your character gets fed up and decides to break it/pick it/use a spell on it they should be able to get in and take over.

Happy Valentine's Day!))
[identity profile] chantinellie.livejournal.com
mood: mischievous

Attention ladies and gents! )

((Okay, who wants to join Ellie for some smoochy Valentine's silliness? XD))
[identity profile] elle-sparks.livejournal.com
Elle was in a pretty good mood as she explored the park. She had changed her bandages after taking a swim to clean up and decided to check out some more of the rides and amenities the park had to offer.

And maybe after sunset, she'd go looking for Spike.


[open to all! feel free to mod running into her wherever you want in the park :)]
[identity profile] jazz-the-man.livejournal.com
The large silvery robot tumbled through the black to land flat on his back in the park's entrance. He lay there for a moment, stunned, and then flipped to his feet and dropped into a defensive position, shield out and open and looking warily for the Decepticons he'd been fighting just seconds (minutes, hours, days?) before. He relaxed marginally when no enemy fire rained down upon him, straightening up enough to actually look around.

Where in Primus' name am I? )
[identity profile] seafoamrisen.livejournal.com
((Backdated to the evening of 'Dite's arrival in the park.))

Fantasyland.

She would have liked to turn the mouse into a tree for his trouble and his impertinence, but it was clear even to her that seeing as how the mouse was serving some entity with the power to imprison a goddess, doing so probably wasn't a good idea. So she pasted on a smile and accepted her fate.

Moments later, a dazzlingly white swan could be seen rising from the entrance plaza, its feathers shining in the sun as it took to the air.

Read more... )

((Feel free to gawk, say hi, bother the goddess, etc. Note that she is in a bit of a mood, but I don't think she'll be turning anyone into trees. Yet.))
[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.))

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