[identity profile] yousir-mesir.livejournal.com
Oh, was Percy ever the sneaky bastard.

He had been plotting in secret ever since his last conversation with Kit - now called Kitty in private. (Relative private anyway, he still wasn't sure the extent of her secret.)

Thinking his clever plan was now fully fleshed out, he went to seek out the gentleman in disguise in the hope that she would entertain his fancy. He knocked on her door and waited with hat tipped jauntily to the side of his head, arm resting on his long walking stick. He hadn't felt this giddy in a very long time, so uneventful had his time at the Park had been in the recent days...weeks...perhaps even months. It was the first bit of adventure in a long while.


Ah, persuasion.
[identity profile] kit-invelvet.livejournal.com
Kitty was, as she quite often found herself, bored. However, she decided to hell with what she'd told everyone, she was most definately sick of having to dress up like a man every single morning. So, after she'd told Arachne, which was her first mission of the morning, she was going to go out in what appeared to be modern women's clothing (not far off what she wore as a man, actually...) and be...normal.

It wouldn't be easy to tell Arachne, not after all that flirting, but she was pretty sure she knew how to do this without hurting anyone's feelings. So, she headed out to where Arachne lived, after her letter had gone unanswered. There was nobody there. Oh. She's just...gone.

After pausing for a moment in sheer shock, as she'd heard about this, but never expected it to happen to anyone she knew, she went to find a bench to sit on. She'd liked Arachne. Correction: she'd liked Arachne. She'd made her, on occasion, forget about how messed up things had become with Nan. She didn't feel nearly as comfortable in her newly acquired clothes as she did half an hour ago. After lighting a cigarette and taking a nervous drag, she sat back and looked at the sky, wondering what the hell she was supposed to do now.

((come bother Kitty. She's all girl now. Feel free to recognise/not recognise her.))
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[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] sexy-dynamite.livejournal.com
Arachne was bored. She had seen plenty of good looking men when she had arrived, but had trouble finding much of anyone after she had gotten into the park. They weren't going to her anymore, and that made her sad.

Finally, bored to death (she had gone on one ride, and had quickly decided she didn't much like it. It wasn't that it was too scary, it was just boring and childish), she decided that she was going to have to make an effort to get reacquainted with one particular man who she had become quite fond of in her brief encounter with him. She didn't really know where to find him, but it wasn't that hard writing a note.

My Dearest Kit,

It has been far, far too long. I think you and I should get together sometime soon and try to find something interesting to do in this god forsaken place.

Love,

Arachne. ♥♥
[identity profile] yousir-mesir.livejournal.com
A Call for Artists, Actors, and Amateurs of Both Varieties!


Lud love us, we are without a theatre troupe of any kind. The horror! The inhumanity! It must be remedied, good neighbours, for only le bon Dieu knows we need a bit more amusement in this place. I call for a company to be formed with the expressed purpose of putting on plays and other such delights of the stage in order to give our fellow inhabitants of the Park a bit of ... culture and new entertainment.

Auditions to join the company will be held at that stage by the large, fake castle at midday in two days hence...or rather, two nights hence as it's demmed difficult to tell days. Experience need not required - anyone with a fancy to act may come and try their hand.

The first play shall be Much Ado About Nothing, which should be familiar to those who've read their Shakespeare. Everyone is welcome to try out for a specific role, however all that is needed is a five minute performance - anything and all things - to gage artistic flair and style.

Again, and in list form!

Auditions for the Disney Theatre Troupe (gad, awful name, I know)
Where: Stage in front of the insult to castle-building (Cinderella's Castle, I do believe?)
When: Midday, when the sun is just above you, two nights hence
Why: THEATRE! (Much Ado About Nothing, specifically)
What to bring: A five-minute piece to preform (a soliloquy, a song, a dance, zooks, whatever strikes!)

Questions, inquiries, comments should be directed to Sir Percival Blakeney, Baronet. Lud!

Letter to Kit )
--
To Una )
--
M. Booth )

Md. Marguerite St Just (Blakeney) )

Two days hence, Percy sat down with a pen in his hand by the stage... )

(( Yes, that's right, a theatre company! Woo! The ever-helpful wiki entry for Much Ado About Nothing. Again, you can bother Percy with questions and whatnot, as well as have your character(s) audition in this post....to keep it all nice and in the same spot, of course.))
[identity profile] adore-therockin.livejournal.com
Marguerite had found some old clothes that she was able to patch together in order to have some sort of a change of clothing, besides that most of her time was taken up with ideas for her cafe. Seeing as her rooms wouldn't be like home as she liked, a French inspired cafe might just do the trick. Fretting about she made a list of things to do and get. Before long she realized she needed some help. She needed to reach out, but to whom? Perhaps this Kit fellow Percy had mentioned. Surly he would be of help.

Dear Kit,

Hello, I am aware that you don't know me, but it would seem we have a common acquaintance. Well, more than that actually. I am new here and I was informed by my husband, Percy that if I needed any help or anything that you would be a helpful sort. I do understand that this is most improper seeing as we have yet to be formally introduced, but I do hope you can forgive me that. If you are otherwise inclined, I truly understand and perhaps another time.

Sincerely,
Marguerite Blakeney
[identity profile] philosopher-rex.livejournal.com
Bored out of your mind stuck in Disneyland??? Why not come be part of

WAITING FOR GODOT: THE MUSICAL!!!!

FEATURING...

ACTION!

ADVENTURE!

MELODRAMA!

ROMANCE!

CANCER!

GOVERNMENT SPIES!

AND TWICE THE QUALITY GODZILLA FIGHTING OF THE ORIGINAL!


DIRECTED BY....... T-REX
WRITTEN BY......... T-REX
PRODUCED BY....... T-REX
AND STARRING.... T-REX AS GODOT!!!!

NOW HOLDING AUDITIONS IN CRITTER COUNTRY!!! ACCEPTING APPLICATIONS FOR CAMERA(WO)MEN, TECHNICIANS, ASSISTANT DIRECTORS AND WHATEVER OTHER PEOPLE WORK ON MOVIES! JUST WRITE TO T-REX OR LEAVE A NOTE HERE!
[identity profile] una-harlequin.livejournal.com
It was early in the morning, perhaps an hour or so past sunrise (two hash marks on the Fantasyland sundial), and Miss Mrs Una Persson was out looking for ... something. She'd woken up from a vivid dream with the conviction that she really needed to find a Royal Albert gent's bicycle. Of course, as the dream faded, she couldn't remember why that could possibly important. But by then, she was already halfway across the park.

Well, sod.

Nothing for it, she decided, but to get something to eat and figure out what to do with the new day.

((Any and all are welcome to chat with or bother her at any point in the day.))
[identity profile] yousir-mesir.livejournal.com
Normally when Percy suffered from the throes of boredom he'd seek out one of the members of his league to entertain him, or perhaps write another insufferably terrible poem to share with His Highness, the Prince of Wales. He'd go to London for a lark or race his yacht down the Thames, scheme another scheme or maybe even figure out another way to sneak into the chaotic streets of Paris. Now? Now all Percy could do was meddle in little ways. He did enjoy a good disguise.

Dressing up as an old hag had been easy, but to dress up as a pretty young woman? Well, that would be a challenge indeed. He had found a dress, something rose-coloured and pretty in one of the shops (he did suppose it was pretty, but the tailoring was poor...and confusing), and had disguised himself well. A painted lady! It made him laugh to see his own appearance. His breast was small and his shoulders were wide, and he looked more like a Hapsburg lady of old than a dainty maiden, but he was fair enough under all the makeup and lace and frills.

Ah, and now for the fun. He left Adventureland and just went walking, wondering who would be fooled and who would just think him completely mad. He kept a fan in front of his face and tried not to topple over in these demmed pumps.
[identity profile] sexy-dynamite.livejournal.com
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"

When Arachne was going to go up to Heaven to retrieve Alexiel's body, this was not what she was expecting. Unless Heaven had done a serious remodeling job since what she had last heard, she and Kurai must've taken a wrong turn somewhere.

She turns to her side to tell Kurai that she knew they should've taken a right when they were leaving Heaven, only to realize that her cousin isn’t there. She turns on her heel, looked around, and frowned to herself.

Well, given the current situation, it’s best just to play along, now isn't it? She studied her nails, and then glanced up at Mickey.

"My name is Arachne, sugar. What's yours?" God, that thing was hideous.
Well, this is a surprise. )

((Arachne, from the manga Angel Sactuary; pre-series. A note: Arachne was born a man, but it's next to impossible to be able to tell. Unless your character is terribly perseptive, they shouldn't know until Arachne slips up (she tends to do it quite often too. Usually it's in the form of a boob slipping).

Permission has been obtained from all the Angel Sanctuary muns.))
[identity profile] kit-invelvet.livejournal.com
When she'd got here, Kitty had thought it'd be easy to pretend to be a man throughout the whole ordeal, it wouldn't last long, and it was probably only a horrifically odd nightmare, and she'd probably wake up at home any time soon. It wouldn't be difficult to play the man for a day or two, it's what she did for a living, in a sense. She was, however, getting very sick of it. She had lost track of how long she'd been here for, but it had been far too long to spend as a man. The lying and almost sense of shame was getting to her; she was sure some people knew, and that thought quickly developed into the kind of paranoia which afflicted her so at the end of her and Nan's relationship. She decided soon enough, she'd just give up and quietly put normal clothes back on, save the few times she met Jonathan and Percy, who were perhaps owed an explaination. Maybe nobody would notice.

The problem was, she needed clothes to wear. She went out in shirt sleeves and decided to have a look around the shops (which it seemed she could just take things from)for clothes. All of them she'd seen so far, even the ones supposedly for 'women', didn't really seem very womanly. Then again, after seeing women from the 20th century, she wasn't entirely surprised. Even so, the idea of wearing clothes like these worried her more than wearing men's clothes, strangely enough. She just hoped that nobody caught her at this. There'd be some odd questions to answer.
[identity profile] kit-invelvet.livejournal.com
Kitty had mixed feelings about today, and was very conflicted as to who she was supposed to be distributing cards. She was also rather disturbed as to how whoever had left these cards knew her favourite song. The song which she always finished on, and the one which, ironically enough, had a special place in her heart.

But, she supposed she was supposed to be in the spirit of things, so after studying the sugary hearts for a moment or two, she resolved to send all the people appropriate a card. Which meant, oddly enough, in this role (although the act was getting tiresome), she sent them out to all the women, or people she presumed were women in the park.

Under here. Attn - Una, Percy and Jonathan )
[identity profile] kit-invelvet.livejournal.com
After getting settled above the Penny Arcade, finding Main Street homely, but also alien; Like it was from her time, but a skewed version of her time, born out of imagination rather than reality and it was slightly alien to her, but not as much as the rest of the park. She decided it was time to write some letters to the people who had met her at the gate, especially Sir Percy and Mr Strange. It was only polite to renew their acquaintance. Not to mention, she was feeling rather lost and isolated in the park. So, she went and found some postcards and started writing on the back of them, hoping they'd get to their intended destination, even if she wasn't sure how this worked.

Letter to Sir Percy Blakeney. )

Letter to Jonathan Strange )
[identity profile] kit-invelvet.livejournal.com
Kitty had been sitting, smoking at her dressing table, waiting for her turn to head onto the stage. She hadn’t been there for rather a long time, but she had missed it, and persuaded Walter to help her get back into her original show. Not the one she did with Nan, and certainly not the strange one she had done with Walter, after hearing how Nan couldn’t watch it the one time she had snuck in to watch.

She got to her feet, smoothed off her evening jacket, put her top hat at a slightly jaunty angle, checked her basic stage makeup a final time and did up her waistcoat. Her name was called, she picked her cigarette up from the ashtray with one gloved hand and then her cane with the other before heading to the door. Upon opening it, she found herself in an entirely different environment to the stuffy backstage corridors of the Palace in Canterbury. There was a mouse and she suddenly felt intimidated, like she had been thrown in a strange world, where she knew nobody and nobody would understand why she was wearing a suit if she tried to explain. Someone was playing games. The mouse was talking.

It only got worse from here )

((This is Kitty Butler from Sarah Waters' novel, Tipping the Velvet. I have notes on her being a woman pretending to be a bloke here, and that post is probably a tad more useful than her Profile. This is also Bernard/Duckula/Shaun, btw.))

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