[identity profile] alcoholit.livejournal.com
Bernard was in serious need of alcohol. Mainly because he'd been lying around, doing nothing but drinking for the past few weeks, and eventually, that supply had to run out. There was a brief moment when he considered making his own, but he remembered the faffing and confusion in making it last time. Nah. He'd just sell his soul. He scribbled on the noticeboard:

Wanted! ALCOHOL.

I am willing to do anything (and yes, I do mean anything) for a bottle or two of drink.

Meanwhile, I am going to go and stoically ride a rollercoaster. Because I'm past the point of enjoying them. Find me being incredibly sober on Big Thunder Mountain. I reserve every right to bite your head off, unless you have alcohol.

Bernard Black
[identity profile] a-cruel-irony.livejournal.com

Leader of greatest empire on earth looking for an assistant. Must be able to lift heavy loads, clean secret labs without destroying glassware, avoid questioning orders, and enjoy roller coasters. Cooking and baking a plus. No experience necessary. Will train the right candidate. Preferably large, young, male, cute, and dumb as a brick. Good advancement opportunity. Contact Yzma.
[identity profile] magicbloomers.livejournal.com
Seemingly out of nowhere, a teenage girl in a blue magician's cape and hat appeared in front of the gates. She frowned, and muttered "But this isn't the backstage room with the mini-sandwiches at all..." before noticing the gates in front of her and gasping.

"Disneyland? I didn't mean to disappear myself to Disneyland! Unless...this is a surprise from daddy?" She smiled and starts bouncing on the balls of her feet excitedly. "Thank you so much, daddy! I didn't even know you could afford Disneyland or you knew how to do magic!"

Ta-da! )

((Trucy is taken from the end of Apollo Justice/GS4. Permission from the other Ace Attorney characters has been granted!))
[identity profile] brutalcrumbcake.livejournal.com
Still with his Flying V guitar in hand, Toki found himself standing at the gates of Disney Land. "Wowee." He blinked and looked over his shoulders. Did Pickles put something in his drink? He could have sworn Skwisgaar had just started in on one of his extended guitar solos. Toki was up next to record for the new album too, wasn't this against that...produktivatty thing they were supposed to be doing now?

"Ha ha, very funny, guys! Drugging me and leavings me at Disney Land! Ha ha ha. You really gots Toki!"

He laughed again. Then thought about how he was going to get back to Mordhaus. Then thought about drinking some vodka. And then he saw Mickey and that cat.

Prepare for the most brutal application in the history of applications. )

((Toki Wartooth is taken from the dark-comedy cartoon Metalocalypse. He is the rhythm guitarist of the band Dethklok. He is not a bumblebee. He is also a tad messed up. Toki is taken from the season 2 episode-before-the-finale, Dethrecord.))
[identity profile] philosopher-rex.livejournal.com
How T-Rex managed to commandeer such a tiny radio station (at least, tiny in proportion to him) was a mystery that would never be solved. But still, commandeer it he did, and he announced:

Reasons to Date a T-Rex! )

Anyone who was expecting any sort of context, explanation or clarification for why he'd decided to do this was going to be sorely disappointed.
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!))
[identity profile] perfect-karma.livejournal.com
Franziska, upon being sorted to Toon Town, went there to look around, but found it unacceptably foolish as anticipated. There would certainly be no question of her staying there, but she wasn't finding anything approaching suitable lodgings.

A bit frustrated but not ready to give up, she posted an announcement to the bulletin board.

Attention Residents of Disneyland,

I , Franziska von Karma, shall be requiring a place to stay during the short time I will remain here. I am aware certain of you who are too incompetent to leave within a timely fashion have prepared yourselves long term arrangements to bring comfort to your stay.

If you are a resident of the best lodgings in the park, kindly provide the location of said lodgings here, and then vacate the premises as soon as you are able so that I can move in. It would be best if this could be accomplished this evening prior to sundown so that I will be able to get situated.

Your cooperation is appreciated.


Franziska von Karma.
[identity profile] perfect-karma.livejournal.com
Franziska may have been new to America in general and California in specific, but she had no interest in doing tourist things like seeing the sights or going to such a place as Disneyland. As a von Karma, her time was far too valuable to waste doing foolish things, and this rule was especially true for Franziska, who had never considered time a thing to be wasted. While other children had been playing foolish games, Franziska had been studying law and becoming a prosecutor. Even now that she'd been a prosecutor for five years and had never lost a case, she still had no time for Disneyland. There was revenge to consider.

So when she suddenly found herself outside the gates to Disneyland, she took a very skeptical look around, and then took out the whip she kept at her side.

"What foolery is this?" she asked, glaring. "I demand an explanation."

A von Karma's application is perfect )

((Franzy comes from Justice for All, sometime slightly prior to case 2. She hasn't met Phoenix yet, or had the slight change of heart she eventually gets. Which leads me to--

Warning: Franziska is crazy and very good with a whip. If you behave foolishly or anger her, she will whip you. If you want to know what Franziska considers foolish, it is everything. Basically, the whip is a slapstick prop in the game, and no one ever gets really hurt from it (except when she whips someone long enough to make them pass out). But the fact of the matter is, if you come to this app, there is a good chance she will whip you. If you don't want that to happen, you probably shouldn't post.))
[identity profile] alcoholit.livejournal.com
Bernard had been slowly trying to convince himself that trying to con Susan was a really, really bad idea, mainly by avoiding doing anything. However, when it came down to it, the distinctive need to screw himself up overrode virtually everything else. So he woke up and scribbled out a note to Katou,


Plan. Today. At around mid afternoon. No excuses for not doing it.


Plans of Epic Proportions. )
[identity profile] katoustheshit.livejournal.com
Katou was, once again, bored off his rocker. He was also trying to take his mind off of the dreams he had been having, which were either getting worse, or just bothering him a lot more than they used to.

He vaguely remembered Susan dropping a name when Katou stole the cough medicine, and though Kira and Setsuna hadn't seemed so pleased last time, Katou would just make a point to not go home until he was sober again.


Hi. You don't know me. I'm Katou. I stole cough medicine a few weeks ago, and Susan mentioned you.

- Katou
[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] 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] alcoholit.livejournal.com

I have my hair! Well, all of it. Where it should be. I thought you might like to know. Finally, the creepy magic of this place works in my favour!


((I am right in presuming this, yes? Tell me if I'm not))
[identity profile] chantinellie.livejournal.com
So Chantinelle! You've just given Hell the slip and earned the everlasting enmity of Lucifer Morningstar and the Wyrm Queen Triskelle! What are you gonna do now?

For someone who'd once run through a badly conjured portal in Hell to emerge through one of Big Ben's clock faces and plummet to the London street below, stepping out of a pub in Liverpool and into the entrance at Disneyland wasn't all that strange. Except she hadn't planned this trip. The brunette's delicate features creased into a puzzled frown.

"Okay. I'm all about the twisted humor, but this? Is pushing the boundaries of good taste," she declared, planting slender hands on her shapely hips and looking around for the party responsible.

A succubus at Disneyland. Oh yeah, Walt would be pleased. )
[identity profile] alcoholit.livejournal.com
Bernard didn't remember having such short hair, and having only just noticed several days after it had actually happened, he was rather desperate for it to grow back. He had, in fact, taken to wearing a tasteful Mickey Mouse hat until it did grow back, as he'd rather look like an idiot than have neat hair. An awful thought crossed his mind, though, as time was so...non-existant here, did that mean his hair didn't grow? He certainly hadn't got any older.

He shrugged and thought he might as well ask the general population. Who might also have an idea how his hair got cut in the first place.

Question! So pay attention, please. This is so important, you should all sit in quiet and let me explain. I will still presume nobody listens to me, because listening to me is probably like one of those arduously painful tasks akin to labelling every single book you own, just so some pretentious prat can come in, question your price, then demand that they're real leather.

To the point. Who/what cut my hair? Who is responsible for this travesty of justice?! I liked my hair unruly, messy and with the ability to scare people off. Second question. What with time being...pointless here, will my hair grow back?

If not, whoever did this better be throwing themselves in the lake as we speak.

Any information would be useful, scribble it here or write me a letter.

Bernard Black.
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[personal profile] caycep
Cayce tacked a notice on the bulletin board:

The Disneyland Omnivore is now soliciting contributions for its next (long-delayed) issue. Plans are in the works for an article about previous park events and things we know about the park to date. Any other article proposals are welcome.

((Going to try and get the next paper up by next Friday. <begging type="abject">*makes puppy dog eyes* Content plz? Cayce and I would love to not be the only player/char pair working on this thing. If, say, someone wants to pick up the Things We Know article? I'd love you forever. And if someone wants to write a Top Ten Tips for Surviving a Park Event? I'd love you forever too. Or if you wanted to do anything else at all.</begging>))
caycep: (Concentrating)
[personal profile] caycep
A poll appeared on the bulletin board.

I'm gathering information about the personality change incident that occurred the other day, in an effort to determine whether there was a pattern to this and other events. The poll is anonymous*. If you'd like to talk to me personally, feel free.

—Cayce Pollard

Read more... )

*((Well, ICly anonymous, anyway. OOCly, everyone can read the results. And this is how it works.))
[identity profile] alcoholit.livejournal.com
Bernard woke up at around midday, rubbed his hand down his face, then through his hair to give it the proper scruffy look it should have. When he realised...there was much less hair there than normal. It had not been cut with a bread knife.

And slowly, the events of the previous day came rushing back to him, not all in the same order. So he remembered having his shirt off, then kissing Percy, then having his hair cut. He didn't remember any sex, though, and that was definately a good sign. Not that anything else was a remotely good sign of anything, but relatively, it was good.

What the HELL did Percy do to him? Why the hell? Oh, screw the why, he decided, and downed a good quantity of one of the bottles of wine he'd been hoarding from Christmas, just to try and clear something, anything up. He patted his pockets in a search for cigarettes, but it was in vain. He'd left them. Oh no.

Well, he wasn't best pleased about his haircut, and he was angry about being groped by a guy he spent his time trying to hate mutually. This was not right. If he had a sandwich toaster, someone's hand would be going on it. Unfortunately, he didn't. So he marched down there, making a short stop off for a hat to cover his unmessy hair. He was very sure having a colourful Mickey Mouse hat on was marginally better than showing off his new haircut. He liked his hair messy and clothes dirty. It scared society away. Hopefully a dodgy hat would have the same effect until it grew back the way it was.

Upon arriving in a rather angry huff at Percy's door, he let himself in and hoped someone was around for him to punch. How dare he give him standards of hygiene and make him gay. At least he didn't make him dance.


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