[identity profile] collects-knives.livejournal.com
Jo... was in Disneyland... or something like it.


It wasn't that she had anything against Disneyland, it was just that it wasn't what she had expected to happen after going after a serial killer.

She was trying to get her bearings and find out what was going on, which was why she was exploring Adventureland. Mickey Mouse (and wow, that was a weird thing to be thinking) had said that she was assigned to the neighborhood.

Her first goal? Looking for some place to stay. She may be in some weird amusement park dimension, but she wasn't taking any chances.

She was a wannabe hunter, after all.
caycep: (Happy)
[personal profile] caycep
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] redo-fromstart.livejournal.com
Ponder had been ambling around in the High Energy Magic Building after pushing his students out the door so he could do some nice quiet research. He had fed the mouse in Hex, given the Cabinet of Curiosity a peer inside and a judiciously applied poke, made a few notes, then waited patiently for something on Hex to stop working right in the middle of important thaumatalogical calculations*. Much to his pleasure, it worked perfectly, although this did mean he could call it an evening and relax, perhaps by going over some notes he made on tortoises.

However, upon walking out the building, he realised it should be darker than this in Ankh-Morpork, and there weren’t normally two-dimensional mice on the Disc. After a brief moment of speechlessness, he sighed, “Not another pocket universe. I hope the other end of this one is not the Archchancellor’s bath again, because I don’t think my eyes can take that twice. … Three times.”

*Namely, the direct proportion of money spent on feasts to the money spent on his department.

He hoped he'd get home in time for dinner, anyway. )

((Ponder Stibbons from Discworld. Have talked to Susan, Granny and the Feegles. XD Also - for sake of having a pb (I like my pictures, sssh), I'm using Colin Meloy as Ponder. If anyone objects, I'll stop, just poke me. He's actually wearing a pointy hat and robes, despite the icons. He's taken from straight after Making Money. Application may contain spoilers if it comes up. Also, as this is my first venture in a proper fandom, and my first crack at Discworld, please tell me off if I'm doing it royally wrong.))
[identity profile] charmingflower.livejournal.com
"'But oh, beamish nephew, beware of the day,/If your Snark be a Boojum! For then/You will softly and suddenly...'" the Cheshire Cat recites, breaking off when it notices it has company. It's sunning itself, draped belly-up over a parapet of the castle, but with an unsettling upside down smile it vanishes and then reappears on the bridge, just to one side of where the transformation took place.

"What?" Lily asks it, even though she's not expecting a real response that makes any sense. How did she get here? The last thing she remembers is going to sleep in the ice cream shop, although she's wearing her school uniform again, not pajamas, and she doesn't suspect herself of sleepwalking... even though she does have the odd feeling of just waking up from a dream.

Read more... )
[identity profile] snitchnicker.livejournal.com
When James woke up the next day, he was quite amused to find a stack of Valentine's Day cards by his bed.

Card sent to everyone in the park )

Sent to Sirius )

Made for Starbuck )

(Open RP)

Feb. 8th, 2008 05:12 pm
[identity profile] snitchnicker.livejournal.com
James liked to think of himself as a fairly fun guy. He remembered hearing once that only boring people got bored.

Clearly, whoever had said that had never been stuck in Disneyland for a year and a half. James was not a boring person, but besides the occasional fun event (like being turned pink), and the occasional not-so-fun event (he couldn't remember it, but he was sure if he had a memory charm placed on him it wasn't such a fun event) this place was really boring.

His boredom was probably the reason he was sitting at the moat, trying to turn the ducks different colours*.

*Whether or not he succeeded depends entirely upon the rules of the park.
caycep: (Concentrating)
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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] grimsirius.livejournal.com
Sirius had run off from Susan, but that didn't mean he'd given up. Instead, he'd gone to James, and they'd planned together until they found the perfect way to win Susan.

First, Sirius set up the stage in Tomorrowland, and found two electric guitars for himself and James. He connected the amps to the park speaker, got out the microphones, and began to strum a tune on the guitar that he'd written especially for Susan.

He nodded at James, and James began to play too.

"Susan, I know we were meant to be," Sirius shouted, and then began to sing.

[identity profile] anthony-crowley.livejournal.com
Attention residents of Disneyland:

There is a '26 black Bentley currently parked in New Orleans Square. It belongs to me. A gift from Father Christmas, if you will.

Accept this as your one and only warning. If you touch this car, I will find a way around the rules of the park and I will kill you. I am very sincere in this. It is not an amusing little joke, nor is it a challenge. Touch my car and you will die, or at least wish you had.


((He's really not kidding, guys. If your character is a smart ass and now has to go touch the car, be fully prepared for godmodding and some terribly cruel things to happen to him or her. I assure you, Crowley cares more about this car than he does for your character with very, very few exceptions and even then he'd be hard pressed to decide between the two.))
[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.))
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[personal profile] caycep
["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.]
[identity profile] grimsirius.livejournal.com
Letter to Chii )

Letter to James )

((Everything is still setting up, but feel free to come by and join the setting up party! The plan is to have some people waiting in the Cat's Eye for when Fay gets home, and then the others can kidnap Kurogane when the time is right.))

ETA: James and Sirius have set up, so have your chars come by. :D


Nov. 19th, 2007 12:00 pm
[identity profile] grimsirius.livejournal.com
To everyone except Fay, Kurogane, and Chii )

Letter to Chii )

((Same deal as with Fay's post; the parties are two days in game time, but will actually begin whenever I put the post up which will probably be after Thursday unless I get bored before then))
[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] snitchnicker.livejournal.com
James and Sirius, for today an accountant and a dentist, respectively, put the finishing touches on the Haunted Mansion (they had started the night before, and upon finding that in the morning their changes were still there, they had been quite pleased and finished up). Now that the room where the ceiling rose was magicked so that everyone would fit in it and still have plenty of space to move. On top of that, they had magically rewired the loudspeakers to the room, put up some spooky decorations, and even completed it with fake, scary looking ghosts (they had both been quite disappointed in the morning to discover that some of their ruder decorations, including hot, naked ghosts, were removed).

Then, James began to write the letters, and started some music.

Letters to Crowley, and everyone in the park )


Oct. 23rd, 2007 11:06 am
[identity profile] mickey-mous.livejournal.com
If you happened to be awake in the middle of the night, there was a minute or two wherein you might have seen the decorations going up. Endless strings of lights unwound from nowhere, and went up on all the buildings. Purple and candy-corn colored banners were hung; the pansies that made up the Mickey's face design on the hill in front of the gates were swapped with hundreds of miniature pumpkins. The new Mickey appeared to be wearing a domino mask. And on top of the gates, and peeping with jagged, lit up grins from windows, and heaped in an enormous pile in front of the Main Street railroad station, a thousand artificial pumpkins of various sizes and identical orangeness plopped into being.

Welcome to the Scariest Place on Earth. Or...somewhere, anyway.

((Decorations will stay up till a couple days after Halloween - or a week, if we're counting. Feel free to have your characters run around like chickens with their heads cut off, organize parties or dress up in costumes or just generally go "WTF?"))
[identity profile] unclouded-rose.livejournal.com
Jez~! Is truly outrageous~ Truly, truly, truly outrageous~ )

(( Rose be from the novel/movie Tideland. :3 She is being played at the end of the story, but supressing the final events. ))
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[personal profile] caycep
Cayce glared at her notes.

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.

Hi everyone.

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 is missing you haven't seen in a while, mail me privately.

Thanks for your help,
Cayce Pollard
Starcade, Tomorrowland


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