caycep: (Sad)
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((Open RP. Picks up after this conversation, post-mayhem and post-opening-of-the-door. Feel free to intercept Cayce at any point.))

After she talked to Ellie, Cayce realized she really needed to pull herself together before dealing with anyone else. She ducked into a bathroom, where she found there was just enough water pressure to wash her face and make herself as presentable as she could. Then she set out across the park, generally in the direction of Tomorrowland and the theatre (and not thinking about who she wouldn't find there anymore, because that would just get her started again), and taking a fairly circuitous route to try and meet as many people as possible on the way.

***

ETA: Cayce makes an announcement.
[identity profile] soho-angel.livejournal.com
...a demon was trying, with the assistance of large quantities of alcohol, to ignore the sounds of park-wide destruction that might or might not mean the end of their sojourn in this place; and an angel was humoring said demon as best he could, despite his own none-too-cleverly-hidden hope that it would in fact mean that very thing. Not being particularly destructive by nature, and having little in the way of applicable skills he was willing to reveal to the park at large, Aziraphale had decided it would be best to stay out of the way unless called upon.

The atmosphere fostered by this dichotomy was not, to say the least, a terribly congenial one (especially since, as he understood it, two people rather near and dear to Crowley were directly involved in the effort.) Aziraphale dealt with it by burying his nose in a book, matching the demon teacup for brandy glass...right up until, moments after a series of particularly un-ignorable explosions and crashes were heard, Club 33's lights went out.

"Well, drat," he sighed, looking out through the 'rain'-spattered windows at the dimmed street. "I wonder if the entire place has lost power..."
[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: (Thoughtful)
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((Closed to Cayce, Azi, Crowley, and Ellie. Backdated to a day or two after the Bentley Babes caper.))

Cayce wasn't jealous. That much was easy enough to define; she cared for Crowley a lot, but not That Way. And notwithstanding her admission at the community Truth or Dare game, she definitely wasn't queer for Ellie either, although she certainly liked her well enough. Actually, she thought the two of them pairing up was kind of cute.

But for reasons she was still hard pressed to identify, she was a little perturbed when the two of them up and vanished from the lake party, and clearly Aziraphale was too. They'd exchanged a few half-heartedly snarky (and subtly worried) comments at the time before finally sort of shrugging it off, and Cayce had said something about coming by the tea shop later.

So now she was suiting action to the word. She sort of hoped that Crowley wouldn't be around. It'd spare everyone a touch of awkwardness.
caycep: (Hmm.)
[personal profile] caycep
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.))
caycep: (I'm listening)
[personal profile] caycep
((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] soho-angel.livejournal.com
A few days after the prayer meeting and Sylar's rude interruption, Aziraphale set out to run some errands. The first, unfortunately, proved in vain, and he dropped a letter in the mail with a heavy heart before proceeding to the second.

Dear Miss Cayce,

I am loathe to be the bearer of possible bad news, but I stopped by to see how Mr. Adams was doing this morning, and both the first aid station and the opera house appear to be abandoned. Have you seen or heard from him or from Susan since the prayer meeting?

Aziraphale


A short time later found him approaching the clearing next to the Small World ride, carrying a bouquet of flowers and looking pensive.
[identity profile] perfectly-right.livejournal.com
((OOC: Blue text is Phoenix's thoughts. I've got permission from Franziska and Edgeworth, and the mods for unducking. ETA: He's taken from after right after Trials and Tribulations.))

Phoenix blinked, looking around in utter confusion. He had no idea where he was. It definitely was not the Wright and Co. Law Offices, or if it was, Maya had certainly done a major redecorating job. As in, one that involved transforming a cramped office into... a giant pink castle. With a bridge in front of it.. that he was standing on... (Hey, wait, this place looks kind of familiar...)

"Disneyland?!" His jaw dropped. "How did I get here...?"

And then he noticed the talking cat.

"Whaaaat?!"

++++++ )
[identity profile] epicdigger.livejournal.com
A cute little guy wearing thick goggles blinks in the sunlight and pushes the goggles up his forehead. He's in a strange place, he realizes as he looks around, and he frowns for a few seconds. It's the surface here all right, but it doesn't look like the surface he knows, and he's all alone.

Well, not quite alone-- a small, mole-like animal scampers up his shoulder and squeaks reassuringly. "Hey, Boota! I wonder how we got here?" Simon asks the mole-pig, and then sits down and pats the pavement beneath him-- it's a really strange material he's never felt before, and he's having a bit of trouble sensing where the weak point is. He prods the surface of the pavement, frowning, and then takes the drill hanging around his neck in a necklace and begins to probe at the surface.

Read more... )

((Simon is from Gurren-Lagann, prior to episode 7. I have permission from Kamina-mun to app. Also, translation note, aniki basically translates to 'bro,' but that sounds silly so I'm using the Japanese.))
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] oui-ministre.livejournal.com
After reading about Cayce's party, Beaufort decided it was letter writing time, as he was the only semi-modern Frenchman around and had been rather annoyed at the lack of fancy decorations for La Fête Nationale, which was easy to work out from the '4th of July' (as nothing had a real date here, he'd noticed). Time to rectify things, he supposed.

Letter to Marguerite )

Letter to Tamaki )

Letter to Cayce )
caycep: (Kiddie pool)
[personal profile] caycep
Posted on the bulletin board:

Party Invite )
~

Cayce also sent a letter to Crowley:
Read more... )

~

Letter to Starbuck, sent after correspondence with Daniel )

((Party post will be going up slightly shy of the actual new moon, in about 10 days or so.))
caycep: (XD!)
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Hi there,

So I was talking to Adam while the Fourth of July decorations were up and got an idea. I'd like to throw some kind of multi-cultural party, some kind of thing where everyone can celebrate their native lands or times or worlds or whatever. Sort of an It's a Small World party.

Which leads me to a question I had for you. I was wondering if we could have the party somewhere in the vicinity of It's a Small World, and if you'd mind. It's kind of cheesy and obvious, but then this place seems to run on "cheesy and obvious". Also, Susan told me that you put some kind of stifling charm on the clock and all. Depending on where we have the party (and whether we use the inside of It's a Small World), is it possible for you to keep the ride music under control?

Thanks, and I hope this isn't too much of an imposition.

-CayceP
[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] collects-knives.livejournal.com
Jo was clutching the flashlight tightly in her hand as she moved through the narrow passageway in the walls. Yes, it has been her idea to go down here when Dean wasn't able to fit, and she didn't regret it, really. It was just really kind of creepy down here. The flashlight kept making weird shadows on the walls and she kept expecting that psycho killer ghost to jump out and grab her.

"Where are you?" She heard on her phone.

Moving it closer to her ear, Jo looked around her. "I'm by the North wall." She looked around and saw the passageway that was going down. "I'm about to head down some kind of air duct."

Jo wasn't exactly sure what she was expecting to see when she came out of the air duct. This was definitely not it.

"Where the hell did the castle come from?"

The Application )


[[Jo is from the show Supernatural and I have the permission of Sam's player to app her. I'm bring her in from Season 2, right in the middle of the episode "No Exit" where she was helping Sam and Dean hunt a ghostly serial killer.]]
[identity profile] swordandchalice.livejournal.com
Setsuna felt it had been enough time for Duck to get settled in, and he was bored, yet again, so the day was deemed perfect for a special stake out attempt. He honestly didn't think they'd find anything, but it would be worth it to try. And still, one could never know.

He left a note for Kira, Sara and Katou to let them know he would be out with a friend and not to worry, then composed a letter to Duck, and another to Cayce.

Duck's letter )

Cayce's letter )

That done, Setsuna sent off the letters, then waited in front of the theatre.

[ooc: Anyone is welcome to come along and ask what the heck they think they're doing. XD They'll just shush you and try to make you hide with them. Or you could talk sense into them?]
[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.

Sincerely,

Franziska von Karma.

Wanted!

Jun. 24th, 2008 06:14 pm
[identity profile] redo-fromstart.livejournal.com
Frontierland hadn't quite turned out to be what Ponder expected, it seemed much more dusty and gun-orientated than he had imagined, but it was where he had been put, and it wasn't like somewhere to stay was a huge priority for him anyway. Noting that the river was cleaner and remarkably less smelly than the Ankh, he decided that he wouldn't mind living on what looked like a ship more at home on the sea*.

After much deliberation, he found himself a table, more paper and...a strange sort of pen that didn't require ink, which Ponder thought was a marvellous idea. Then he set about furiously making notes and attempting spells which he thought might provide clues into the park, which was going reasonably well until he hit his elbow into a wooden post, and started a small fire on his clipboard, which spread to his hat, and anyone wandering past would have seen him running frantically to land, jumping up and down on his hat, then attempting to rescue his clipboard through the same method. He sighed, as he should have known better than attempting magic in a confined space, and decided to make use of the bulletin board.

WANTED!


An avaliable large, preferably indoor, place for magical experimentation, specifically based around attempting to find a way out of the park (thus, it is in everyone's interest to assist me). Must be free from most major obstacles, or easily cleared of them.

Also wanted: Anyone with a magical education, or a good understanding of universes, interdimensional and temporal physics who feels able, or would like to assist me in discovering a route out. Also, if you have already attempted to leave, please contact me about the methods used or if you have any information that might be of assistance to me.

Contact Ponder Stibbons, currently on a ship in Frontierland, asap.

P.s. Where can I get a new clipboard? Mine has been involved in a slight incident.


((*if that's possible? Poke me if not.))
[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] soho-angel.livejournal.com
One quiet afternoon found Aziraphale at the bulletin board, putting up a notice written in old-fashioned flowing script.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

A non-denominational, interfaith prayer assembly will be held at the Golden Horsehoe in Frontierland, three nights hence at sunset. All are welcome, regardless of faith or lack thereof, who come with respect and peaceable intentions.

If interested, please make a note of it here or via post to Mr. Fell at Club 33. Questions or comments are welcome.


---

((Sylar is scheduled to wander by and be a nuisance, but anyone else who wants to get involved is welcome))

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