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Dear Ms Psyche,

If you have a free moment, there is a matter that I would like to discuss with you. Please let me know when and where would suit.

Fohristiwhirl Skaffen-Amtiskaw Handrahen Dran Easpyou
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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.))
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((...Spamity spam spam?))

Letters to Duzell, Tim Drake, Skaffen-Amtiskaw, Pippi Longstocking, Michael, Jeliza-Rose, Superboy, Richard Foley, Sara and Fred Weasley )

Then, on the bulletin board, Leon wrote:

If you're currently living in a land that you were not sorted into, please state your name and the land the Mouse assigned you. Also, if you happen to know where any of the missing people had been living/sorted to, please let me know.

He contemplated putting his name on it, since he knew he had made his fair share of enemies, but then decided that putting "just put it here or address your letters to 'the guy who made the announcement'" would just raise more suspicion.

-Count D

Added as an afterthought is:

Also, how long you've been here and if anyone has gone missing and returned, how long they were missing for. And if anyone has that information for the missing people, please let me know.
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Geordi nodded to O’Brien as he walked into the transporter room. Life on the Enterprise was always exciting, but there’d been a little too much of that lately, and if it was all the same to you, he thought a couple of days’ leave on Risa sounded like a good idea. Sun, relaxing, and a couple of projects to work on when the relaxing got boring – or when no girls wanted to talk to him.

But that was all too depressing to think about. He was seconds away from Risa! This was a good thing! "See you in a couple days, Chief!" he said, waving as the transporter energized.

Geordi picked up his bag once he rematerialized, and ... hey, this didn’t look like Risa. Come to think of it, this didn’t really look like any planet he’d been on in recent memory. He pressed his comm badge. "La Forge to Enterprise," he tried. Nothing. Typical. He reached into his bag to pull out his tricorder.

It wasn’t quite sure how to treat Mickey … )

((Geordi is from Star Trek: The Next Generation.))
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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 )
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John awoke at his usual early hour on the morning of the town meeting. He dressed with slightly more than usual care in his suit of clothes from home, broke his fast with a light meal, and headed to the Golden Horseshoe to ensure that things were the way he wanted.

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."
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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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Apart from a few brief run-ins with humans, most of them unintentional, Ax had largely been avoiding the park's human population. Highly unlikely though it was, he couldn't entirely dismiss the idea that this could all be some type of bizarre Yeerk trap, or that, by chance, some of the human residents were controllers. It was one thing to be surrounded by humans when he had his human friends to rely on for human-related matters, but conversing with humans by himself was seeming less and less wise. Nearly all of them seemed suspicious of him for one reason or another, and if a controller learned that he was an Andalite, much less one of the "Andalite bandits" from Earth, he would almost certainly be killed. On the other hand, spending time with humans here might help him learn how to behave among humans when he returned to his proper time, if only he could be certain that they were not controllers.

He was contemplating this matter when an idea came to him abruptly. There was no guarantee that anything would come of it, but at this point, anything seemed worth trying. He found a piece of paper and carefully began to compose a letter.

To Skaffen-Amtiskaw )
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((closed to Fett and Skaffen.))

If he were completely honest, he wasn't actually expecting it to work.

Well, not for long in any case. The drone was equipped with very advanced technology, and it had more intelligence than he'd ever like to give it credit for. But that wasn't the point. It was more of a test run; he had to see if he could manage it at all. If he could, there was a chance that he could update it, make it run longer, and then....

There is no hope. Only facts. )
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Count Duckula was very, very sick and tired of this weather. If there was one thing gloomier than Transylvania, it was Transylvania on a wet Tuesday, and if there was one thing gloomier than Transylvania on a wet Tuesday, it was Transylvania on a wet Tuesday and Igor telling him he should like it. However, this was one of the many benefits of having a travelling castle. After much deliberation and crossing some of his more vampiric cousins off the list, much to Igor’s disappointment, they decided that if they wanted sunshine, they’d have to take the castle out of the deep depths of Transylvania and into the uncharted territory of America.

The problem was, as it usually was with the Count, that something had to go wrong along the line. It had been happening ever since he was reincarnated, and was only destined to continue this time. He bounded down the stairs into the coffin-come-portal and shouted nice and clearly, “California!” as the familiar flash of his castle disappearing into thin air surrounded him.

He grinned as the castle had obviously appeared at its destination and he was looking forward to some much-needed sun, which on reflection (oh, he thought he was so funny) was an odd thing for a vampire to want, but he was no ordinary vampire. He was a duck, for a start. A vegetarian one, too. He ran out of the castle door, only to find him faced with a mouse and a significantly more 3-D cat. “Igor! Where are we? I didn’t realise I had a mouse relative. In fact, I’d say that was significantly impossible.” Expecting a snarky comment from Igor and a large crash as Nanny negotiated her way out of the castle, the Count turned around, only to find no Igor, no Nanny and no castle. “Igor?” he asked tentatively, “Nanny?” he sounded a little desperate by now, not liking the idea of being all on his own in this strange world, “Von Goosewing?” That guy followed him everywhere; even to Spain, he had to be here. Apparently not. He was being talked to now, so he decided that Nanny and Igor would turn up soon enough, they’d probably gone for a walk or Nanny had sat on Igor again.
Castle? Nanny? Igor? Ohdear. )

((Count Duckula, an ancient British cartoon vampire duck. Originally in Dangermouse, but this is based on the spin-off cartoon, Count Duckula. I have lots and LOTS of videos if anyone wants me to upload one. XD))
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Pikachu’s in a good mood. He likes travelling; maybe because Ash does, and if Ash is happy, Pikachu usually is too. He’s glad his trainer has gotten over the whole losing in the Pokémon League thing and has his usual spirit back, so off they go, on another adventure! Who knows what lies ahead? Who they’ll meet, what will happen, the things they’ll see, the places they’ll go…

… 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))
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If you doing x-actly what I say u will be rich & famous in NO TIME AT ALL!!!!

((I know, I know, I said radio... Sorry. ._.))
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Now accepting submissions for the park newspaper!

Got any interesting facts about the park? Any news you want to share? Mail tips or articles to Cayce Pollard.

We're also accepting suggestions for a title.

First issue will go out with the full moon, so get your submissions in before then.
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[[I know people are coming and going on hiatus for vacation or moving and other summer things, so just respond whenever possible. Of course, I don't expect ducked characters to respond. Thank-you.]]

Adam )

Aziraphale )

John Crichton )

Demyx )

Fay )

Ichigo )

Rukia )

Nana )

Psyche )

River )

Skaffen )

Sunshine )
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((I know I have talked about apping so many characters, and it says something about me, I guess, that number six isn't any of the ones on my former list. I'm so sorry, I swear I had wanted to pick another girl. But I made the mistake of reading a wonderful book over spring break and this gentleman seized me like a plague. I blame him. He blames the Raven King. It is a dreadful mess.))

If any person happens to observe the main gate in this fateful moment, they will undoubtedly see a tall and slender man appear quite suddenly. Despite his own obvious confusion at the current situation, he cannot quite seem to banish the ironic expression on his face any more than he can banish his long nose and reddish brown hair.

Here, he is quite unknown. However, had you been walking down the street in London perhaps, around 1815, no one would have hesitated to tell you truth; he is the Second Greatest Magician of the Age (or First, depending on who you spoke to).

It should be pointed out that there are only two magicians during this age at all.

The rain made a door for me and I went through it... )

((Say hello to Jonathan Strange from Susanna Clarke's novel Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell. Strange has been taken from the middle of chapter 54 in the book. Spoilers will occur for anything up to that point eventually, but there aren't many juicy spoilers in the app itself. Drop by and say hello, you'll find he is a most charming fellow. ;D))
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… “Dude,” Richie comments. From his bag, Backpack beeps in agreement.
Why AREN'T there any Disney superheroes? )
((Richie Foley (or Gear) from Static Shock, post-series by a little bit. I have permission from Hot Streak-mun to app, and for the post-series-ness. Richie's a genius, and Backpack is his little home-made robot, who is currently hiding in his - well, backpack. There's more information about his gadgets and powers in his userinfo.))
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One morning, a sign appears on the bulletin board.

All aboard!

Who wants to investigate the monorail?

Join me, Skaffen-Amtiskaw, at the monorail station in Tomorrowland
at midday tomorrow.

(Refer to the sundial in Fantasyland if you need help identifying "midday".)

It also sent a letter to Ax, in case the young Andalite missed the notice:


I plan to investigate the monorail tomorrow. Midday. Interested?



At the appointed time, the drone could be found several yards in front of the station, humming to itself and making a flower chain.
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A tall, slim man appears in the entrance plaza. He's wearing a conservative grey suit and the kind of wide, nondescript necktie that was popular in the 1980s. What little expression he has on his face can probably be described as faintly quizzical. But if this is where the agency sends him, this is where he will go. He's used to following orders.

Perhaps there might be a nice coffee involved? )

((Tony is a character from a series of ten sketches on the British program 'A Bit of Fry and Laurie'. He's taken from three months after the last sketch when he's been fired from his job and has spent the intervening time looking for work. But life is hard for an out-of-work spy and Tony doesn't seem to have any other job skills. I have permission from Control-mun to apply.))

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Shortly after talking with Control, Chii made a post on the bulletin board:

Dear everyone in the park,

Chii has recently learned that people come from somewhere else before Disneyland. Chii learned a lot about a place callled Great Britain from Control-san, and now Chii wants to learn about other places. Also, Chii wants to know where everyone else came from. So please give Chii your name and where you lived?

Chii especially wants to know where Fay-mommy, Kuro-daddy and Sakura-sister came from. And Chii thanks you ahead of time.

Chii is from Disneyland. Chii lives here.

~ Chii
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One minute, Kon had been heading at top-speed from down at a bash in Metropolis towards Imp's comm. signal, wondering what the heck Imp had done to upset Arrowette now--

--and the next minute he was about a hundred feet up, hovering over what looked like... the inside gates to a theme park? //Looks a lot like Funseyland, but what's with the giant mouse? It's a cat, isn't it?// Eh. His pop culture knowledge still came and went. Maybe he was thinking about the wrong park.

No matter about that, talk about freakish, the sky'd been clear in front of him!

He hung where he'd arrived, watching things, seeing a few people moving inside, but the place looked almost deserted... and if he looked out, there was just... nothing. Really nothing. //...Is this somewhere like Kandor? ...Can't be, still got my powers....//

//I don't like this...// He chewed on his lip as he stayed right where he was, until he saw the giant mouse in the giant shoes and suspender-shorts standing down there looking up. It wasn't acting dangerous, so after a minute or two, he decided he might as well go down and mostly lit, toes and ball of one booted foot on the ground, other foot still drawn up in case he decided to go vertical again.

He eyed the giant chattering mouse, then shrugged when it acted friendly and shook hands. Kind of freaky to be shaking hands with a mouse--even he was pretty sure mice weren't supposed to have thumbs! The giant white gloves were definitely not as cool as his red ones. //A mouse in shorts and shoes isn't as weird as some of the Ravers... really, it isn't...//

The randomly-appearing cat, on the other hand, managed to make Kon jump and yelp. "I am not crazy, despite what Rob says!"

Um... I'm not sure I like this... )

((The Superboy here is taken from Young Justice. Or, in other words, two or three years before Tim and Rose's time period. Yes, I have permission (pleading) from all muns involved to break their character's brains.))


A world of laughter. A world of tears. A world of hope. A world of fears.

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