[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.
[identity profile] a-lonely-god.livejournal.com
((Closed for John and the Doctor, backdated to the day after the meeting))

The Doctor rapped sharply on the door to the Star Tours early in the morning and stood waiting, munching on an apple and humming the Star Wars theme.
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] 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.
[identity profile] iron-and-latin.livejournal.com
((Closed RP for John and Sam.))

It was too hot in fake-ass Disneyland for the heavy sweatshirt (it had Goofy on it, which he'd long since stopped caring about) Sam was wearing, but it made him feel a little closer to home. He was sitting in the Hungry Bear Restaurant, which was a good place to hang out since it was out on the edge of the place and more often empty, like it was now. He was sitting at a table, hunched forward with his arms crossed and the hood up, staring at a single spoon lying on the table.

'Actually, there’s, uh, somethin’ else, too,' he tells Dean, guiltily. The look on his brother's face says that Dean knows he doesn't want to hear it.
'Oh, jeez, what?'
'When Max locked me in that closet, that big cabinet against the door—I moved it.'
Dean laughs. 'You’ve got a little bit more upper body strength than I give you credit for.'
'No, man, I moved it—' he doesn't say 'with my mind,' because that's stupid and cliche and not what it was, not at all 'like Max.'


Sam stared harder at the spoon, which remained still, boring and innocent on the slightly scratched wood.

'Bend this.'
'I can’t turn it on and off, Dean.'
Well, how’d you do it?
I don’t know.


Sam sighed, and drew a hand across his eyes, trying to ease the pounding headache behind them. Then he looked back at the spoon.

Well, Dean says, half-hearted and desperate. I’m sure it won’t happen again.
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] ruined-mylife.livejournal.com
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.))
caycep: (Thoughtful)
[personal profile] caycep
((Occurs some handful of days after Cayce's contretemps with Sylar, after her meeting with Ellie and Crowley's radio show. Closed to Cayce and Crichton.))

So small in times such as these )
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[Evening, a little after sundown. "Redwing" by Hem comes up on the speakers.]

Hi everyone. Cayce Pollard here for a spur-of-the-moment radio show. I'll be cueing up a few songs, and if you want to hear something, call me up and let me know.

I left my heart in San Francisco / It's at some motherfcking disco )
[identity profile] always-confuzed.livejournal.com
((closed for now, but might open up later, so keep an eye out))

John didn't particularly notice that anything was strange when he woke up. He got dressed and went to get breakfast, waved to familiar faces as he walked by. If he'd been paying attention, he might have thought there was something amiss in the fact that he hadn't thought about Aeryn yet today. Instead there was one figure dominating his thoughts. A figure in black leather.

It's amazing what a man will do when he's in love. )
caycep: (Thoughtful)
[personal profile] caycep
There was absolutely no good reason why Cayce hadn't passed on Boba Fett's news to the others. She'd gotten distracted by the holiday activity and her own self-absorption, she decided.

Well, better late than never. The letters she sent to Susan, Logan, Daniel, and John were all basically identical:
Read more... )
[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))
caycep: (XD!)
[personal profile] caycep
Just as she promised, two nights after her radio show, Cayce stood by the statue of Walt Disney and Mickey, waiting for the evening "snowfall" to start.

She sat on a bench, thinking about the last snowball fight -- who had been there, who wasn't now, what had changed ... And she decided she really didn't want to dwell on it, because that path inevitably led to melancholy.

As the first flakes of snow began to fall, she looked up and grinned, and as it started to accumulate, she began rolling up one snowball after the other.

((Feel free to come lob snowballs at Cayce, have snowballs lobbed at you, get in snowball fights with each other, build snowmen, whatever.))
caycep: (Music 2)
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["It Doesn't Often Snow at Christmas" by the Pet Shop Boys plays.]

Hi everyone. Cayce Pollard here, and happy non-denominational holiday of your choice to one and all! By now you've probably seen the park decorations and even the snow in the evenings, and you know what that means: snowball fight by the statue! James Potter, I'm looking at you.

Thanks to everyone who sent in music requests, especially [cough] Tamaki Suoh who was so very generous. We'll, uh, get to his in the latter half of the show.

You people really are in the holiday spirit, aren't you? )

[Roisin Murphy's "Parallel Lives" plays without comment.]

The Tamaki Suoh Show )

Whew. And that, boys and girls, is everything we've got today. Want to hear something else after all that? Call in!

[Cayce cues up David Bowie's "Life on Mars". As the song cues up and before the god-mike gets switched off, anyone who's paying close attention might hear a sort of thump that sounds like a head hitting a desk, and muffled laughter that sounds very tired and more than a little resigned.]
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After her blowout with Crowley, Cayce was sorely tempted to go into the radio booth and put Queen's Greatest Hits I and II on repeat, lock the door, and go get horrifically drunk on the leftover moonshine from the party.

Petty spite wasn't her thing, though -- not really. And it didn't seem fair to the rest of the park.

Sunset found her in the booth with a melancholy mood, a bottle of Dr Pepper dosed with two shots of Disneyland Special, and a laptop and a bunch of mp3 players. Without comment or identification of who might be responsible, the park was treated to the sounds of Antony and the Johnsons' "You Are My Sister", Nine Inch Nails' "A Warm Place", and the Smiths' "What Difference Does It Make".

If anyone else wanted to call in and ask for something, she'd be there. And if they didn't, well, that was all the same to her too.
[identity profile] swordandchalice.livejournal.com
[[Invitations here, party here. Backdated to yesterday.]]

Thankfully, the kid got over his slightly painful exchange with Katou rather quickly, especially in the face of a party and seeing everyone. He hadn't heard from Demyx, but the kid was holding out hope he'd show up anyway. Seeing the Starcade games on and going made the kid grin. The "DO NOT MAKE OUT HERE" sign on Cayce's office door only made him crack up. Fine, if he and Sara got caught making out anywhere else, and someone complained, he'd point out he wasn't making out in the office.

There were tables for refreshments on the upper level, along with tables for people to sit at with food and drink. He added some sodas he'd brought along to the refreshment table, then a couple of pizzas to another table, already feeling the giddy mood of celebrating for no reason enter his system.

His "duties" done, Setsuna went to the lower level and, instead of waiting by the door like a good host, the kid, impatiently, started to play one of the games.
[identity profile] always-confuzed.livejournal.com
John was busy doodling on his notes in front of Star Tours.

He always had kept notes, but he seemed to have gotten worse about it here, where he was without his little tape recorder. They contained jotted bits of information, the ramblings of his muddy head, any little connections he wanted to keep for later. Considering how full his brain was compared to the average human, he really did need them to keep things vaguely organized.

While I'm alone as blue as can be, dream a little dream of me )

((closed to John, Crowley, and I'm presuming Cayce at some point ^_^))
[identity profile] swordandchalice.livejournal.com
[[ooc: I am aware some people are on hiatus, but I'm just doing this now because Setsuna would, and if I don't do it now I'll get side-tracked later and forget. Feel free to respond whenever you can. Thanks~!]]

Seeing as Cayce had given Setsuna the go ahead for the party, Setsuna started sending out invitations. Of course, some were just general ones, and some of them needed more explanation.

DEMANDING! - Katou and Sara )

General invite - Starbuck, Virgil/Static and Kira )

R2D2 )

John Crichton )

Cayce )

Demyx )

And then there were people Setsuna was sending letters out to just because he wanted to talk to them.

Azi )

Duzell )

Pearl )

Psyche )

Rukia )
[identity profile] swordandchalice.livejournal.com
Kon )

Cayce )

Pearl )

John Crichton )

[[ooc: Do not just post in here for the heck of it. I WILL find a way to make you RP with me if you do. >.>]]
[identity profile] thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com
((Backdated to immediately following the second war/diplomacy council.))

Or maybe that was too dirty? But "Operation Let's Go Ask The Killers Not To Hurt Us, Please" didn't have much of a ring. Logan took the Skyway to Fantasyland arguing with himself all the way through Toon Town over whether it wouldn't be better to just go do the talking to Sweeney and/or Lovett himself if it had to be done, but nevertheless headed straight for Veronica's tree house - formerly Chip n' Dale's - like a responsible little conspirator. Maybe he was growing as a person. (Growing wussier.)

He bounced up the stairs and knocked on the treehouse's door. "Hey Mars. You home, or should I start checking all the girl's bathrooms?"

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