Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
( In which Sylar lies. A lot. )
[ooc & ETA: many many details on plans for Sylar to come in this post, if this application is accepted; I understand there's a no-death field in effect here, but I hope to wreak a little mayhem if allowed.
ETA: Now with LJ-cut. *apologizes*]
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.
( Read more... )
*((Well, ICly anonymous, anyway. OOCly, everyone can read the results. And this is how it works.))
Richie. The light of his dark, tormented life. Just seeing Richie tormented his soul with an anguish of feelings. He loved Richie so much - his golden haired studmuffin - but Richie didn't even know of his tormented existence.
Tormented, Hot Streak walked down the street.
((Open RP. XD;))
EDIT: ( Love Letter to Richie )
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))
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.]
So, he was wasting his day away, walking around the park looking bored, occasionally stopping at fruit stands to get some food.
It would kill a lot of time if he could blow shit up here and keep it blown up. It might also be entertaining if there were other Metahumans who weren't Static or Superboy that he could fight (not that he had tried to fight Superboy, but really, he had no intention of doing so).
The little girl was walking through Tomorrowland with Miss Susan on their way to meet Calvin for lunch at the Tomorrowland Terrace. She'd spent the morning looking through the shops for simple books to read and had giggled when she found the pictures of the pink princesses who didn't look like the samurai mech warrior that Pearl was familiar with. Those girls in the poofy dresses didn't look like they could fight the Evil Magistrate at all. They'd get all tangled in their clothes... But at that particular moment she had nothing more on her mind than their upcoming meal.
((Edit: Er, major spoilers for Phoenix Wright 3: Trials and Tribulations here. Well, all the games, really. Sorry. I just found out about a lot of this myself this morning. Poor Pearls...))
The chairs and small tables were already perfectly arranged, but John dragged a podium he found backstage out to the front of the curtain. Then he bustled about in the kitchen area setting out drinks and whatever small snacks he could find back there.
Before long, interested citizens began filing in and he went up to the podium. There was no microphone because he'd never heard of such a thing, but John Adams never had difficulty making himself heard.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome. If you would please pick up any refreshments you'd care for and take your seats, we'll begin in just a few minutes."
She'd gotten sloppy, she realized; she hadn't been keeping up with the new arrivals nearly as well as she should, and she hadn't updated the park census in forever. Which meant it was time to do this the easy way.
So a large sheet of paper went up on the park bulletin board.
As some of you know, I've been keeping track of the population of the park, just so that we know who's here and where we can find them. I need to update my records, so please put your name and where you live on this sheet.
Also, if there is anyone you know of who
Thanks for your help,
In two days' time there will be a town meeting regarding the formation of an independent police force at Disneyland. I would appreciate your thoughts on this crucial matter and trust you will do your civic duty in attending. The meeting shall be held in the Golden Horseshoe theater in Frontierland at mid-day. Should you have any questions prior to the event, please notify me at your earliest convenience.
After a few days of wandering around convinced that he was trapped in some corner of the Ghost Zone and that his friends were on their way to find him, Danny finally decided that he should find himself a more permanent place to stay in
Dragging a few armfuls of stuffed animals and some piles of clothes up was an easy task, and after setting up a makeshift bed for himself Danny headed out to grab some ice cream and meet the neighbors.
But on the other hand, there were plenty of dangerous people here. If anything had happened to his best friend...
((V and HS are going to fight it out, but once the fight gets going feel free to jump on in))
((This is Danny Fenton/Danny Phantom/Inviso-Bill from the Nickelodeon show Danny Phantom. He’s taken from right after the end of the series.
… Which seem to be a pair of gates leading to a large amusement park type-place right now. Pikachu stops walking, blinks, and looks around for Ash. “Chu?” he asks, head on one side, one ear at an angle.
( Pika-pika! )
((Oh, come on, you gotta know who this little guy is. Pikachu, from the very famous/infamous anime programme Pokémon. Taken from before the Orange Islands arc, so what you’ve got here is your classic first generation Ash’s Pikachu))