[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] magicgotcha.livejournal.com
... So either Trucy had learnt how to improve her illusions, or something really weird was happening to Apollo. And, considering the usual events in Apollo's life, if he thought something was really weird, it was pretty darned odd.
Ace Attorney, take two )
((Apollo Justice of Ace Attorney: Apollo Justice! Taken from the end of said game, so he's something of a spoiler for that game. Also for the Ace Attorney series, really. I have permission from the other PW-muns to app him.))
[identity profile] sings-too.livejournal.com
There had been times in his recent past, rather more than a few, in fact, during which Benton Fraser had wondered if perhaps he might be a couple beams short of a bunkhouse. But recently he had come to believe that he was still in possession of his faculties, and more or less in the correct order. Facing his mother's killer at the bottom of an abandoned mineshaft and watching the spirit of his father find peace had been a comforting experience in many ways, although he found as he stood alone in the darkness with the unconscious Muldoon beside him that there was an emptiness in his chest that he hadn't felt since he was a boy.

Still, at least he was certain now that the last few years of Bob Fraser's rather bemusing post-mortem interference in Benton's life had in fact been real, and not some sort of bizarre hallucination brought on by the trauma of knowing that his father had been shot down in the middle of an ice flow by a man who had once been his good friend and partner. Benton had always believed he had more emotional stamina than that.

But when what was once a dark, narrow mineshaft is suddenly a bright, sunny blue sky and a temperature that he would estimate at somewhere between -23 and -25 degrees Celsius is suddenly 27 or 28 degrees, and he finds himself facing what very much appears to be the gates of an amusement park, he can't help but wonder if perhaps he has indeed lost the last of his marbles.

There is a distinctly wolfish yowl from somewhere around 2.5 metres above him and Benton instinctively holds out his arms. Diefenbaker lands in them a moment later, with an extremely put upon whine, but Benton ignores him in favor of staring at the figure of Mickey Mouse bustling towards him. He's beaming and offering his hand to shake.

"Ha-hi there! I'm Mickey. Gosh, it's great to meet you! Welcome to the Happiest Place on Earth!"

Benton blinks once, and then once more just to be sure.

"Oh," he says. Oh my. )
[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] 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.
[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] sickle-claw.livejournal.com
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"

Velociraptor's only answer is a low snarl. She leans in, as if to sniff Mickey, but doesn't attack.

Yet.

Read more... )

((ooc: So, uh. This application is pretty much monorail bait. Come poke the vicious dino! She will almost certainly try to attack, though, so be warned.))
[identity profile] perfect-cravat.livejournal.com
This, thought Edgeworth, was distinctly impossible. That, or LAX has changed a great deal since he had last been there and the advances in animatronics in the past few years had been astounding. Believing this explanation made as much sense as believing that he really was speaking to anthropomorphic mouse and cat and so he did not. However, whether or not this explanation was logical, the cat and mouse persisted, and Disneyland refuse to turn into an airport. Ah well. Logic, Edgeworth had found, was often wrong.
What an exasperating waste of time. )


((Edgeworth is taken from right after the last case of Trials and Tribulations.))
[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.
[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.))

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