Where am I? Is this the Ghost Zone?

[invisobill.livejournal.com]

Danny flew through the air, helped along by a blast from Skulker. He crashed through several walls before collapsing dramatically on the ground. As he landed he shifted back to his human form, lifting himself from the ground with a weak groan.

Mickey coughs theatrically. "What is your name?"
Danny glanced around nervously – he’d never seen this area of the ghost zone before. At least he thought it was the ghost zone. It looked like Disneyland, but he was sure that if a trip to Disneyland had been planned the Fenton Family Ghost Assault Vehicle/RV would have been equipped days in advance. “Uh… Dan—“ a quick glance to see what form he was in – “Daniel Fenton. Danny Fenton, I mean.”

"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
“To…” fight ghosts and keep Amity Park safe ”…be an astronaut?” He questioned, shoving himself to his feet.

"What is the average w..?" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?"
“Um… to be an astronaut, I guess, and… um… Well, wishes don’t generally work out the way you’re expecting.” Danny paused for a moment, remembering a rather awkward few days when his friend Tucker had become an evil ghost. “So… maybe I wouldn’t make any.”

"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
Danny looked nonplussed. He was never much good at trickery and deception. “I’d tell them not to? Listen, where am I? What’s going on?” He thought for a moment. “Is Vlad behind this?” He kicked at one of the turnstiles. “Very funny, Vlad, you can come out now!”

Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?"
Here Danny smirked. “I think I’d manage, somehow.”

The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
“Um… all of them? I mean, everyone likes chocolate, don't they?"

"Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans," says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "Explain."
“Not pirates or robots,” Danny muttered, thinking of Youngblood and Technus, respectively. “Maybe ninjas?” Were there evil ninja ghosts? Not that he could remember off the top of his head. “Yeah, ninjas and humans.” Not ghosts. Humans.

"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?"
Danny looked alarmed. “Nooo, should I be?” He did have the Fenton Thermos, but that wasn’t really sharp. “Oh, and I have the Fenton Fisher, if that counts.”

((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. The series ended D:))

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[sohot-imsmokin.livejournal.com]

"No, not everyone likes chocolate," Hot Streak said, strutting up to the entrance plaza. Self-absorbed little jerks who thought there way was the only way kind of pissed him off.

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This person reminded Danny of Dash. Not a good comparison. "Well, normal people do," Danny muttered under his breath, ignoring that he didn't exactly fall under the category of normal.

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Hot Streak snorted. "Listen kid, just 'cause someone doesn't like the same thing as you don't make them unnormal," Hot Streak said testily, despite the fact that he wasn't what one might call 'normal.' "Besides, I know a lot of people who don't like chocolate."

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"When it's chocolate, uh, yeah it does," Danny replied, looking oddly at Hot Streak. Who didn't like chocolate? Well, people who were allergic to it, maybe, or people who had been attacked by some kind of giant chocolate monster - scratch that last reason, that had never stopped Tucker from liking meat.

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Also, people who thought it tasted disgusting didn't like it as well. "Oh yeah?" Hot Streak asked, his eyes flashing. He was kind of itching for a fight. In a place like this strange, alternate Disneyland, there really weren't enough opportunities to cause mayham.

Possibly the most depressing thing about this though, was the fact that he could probably beat this kid up without setting things on fire. Not that that had ever stopped him before.

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Danny rolled his eyes. This conversation seemed like it would take a while. "Yeah, isn't that what I said?"

And really, Danny would like to see Hot Streak try to take him. Hard to hurt something you can't actually hit.

[sohot-imsmokin.livejournal.com]

Hot Streak took a couple of threatening steps towards the boy, more to see waht he did than anything else.

[invisobill.livejournal.com]

A few months ago, Danny would no doubt have backed away and given up. Now, however, after everything he's been through, he stands his ground and glares mutinously at Hot Streak.

Even if he's not really sure what they're fighting about.

[sohot-imsmokin.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is going to be fun. He reaches for the front of Danny's shirt so he can punch the poor kid in the face.

[invisobill.livejournal.com]

Danny, long used to people trying to grab the front of his shirt, darts back immediately. "Gonna have to be faster than that..." he taunts, backing away behind a gate-stile and ducking down. While down there, he turns ghost, then invisible, and wanders away behind Hot Streak to wait for a while.

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Hot Streak snarled, then dove for the gate-stile. He paused when he looked, then blinked stupidly, turning around on his heel and glancing around.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are," he taunted.

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Still invisible, Danny returned the taunt. "You're going to have to find me if you want to beat me up!"

[sohot-imsmokin.livejournal.com]

Hot Streak glared, and turned towards the sound. Well, if he could turn invisible (fucking Bang Babies could be so damn annoying), then he'd just have to smoke him out.

Hot Streak spontaneously combusted, and sent flames out in every direction.

[invisobill.livejournal.com]

Danny jumps back quickly, slightly singed, and turns intangible as soon as he can. That had certainly been... unexpected.

"How in the world did you do that?"

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Hot Streak snorted. "That's rich, coming from you," he drawled. "It's magic," on the word magic, the flames got bigger and hotter.

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Danny rolled his eyes, although it wasn't like Hot Streak could even see him. "Coming from me? Why? I know exactly what I'm doing, you're the surprising one. And magic? Yeah right."

[sohot-imsmokin.livejournal.com]

"That's funny," said Hot Streak. "Because I know exactly what I'm doing as well. Funny how that works out, isn't it?"

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"You're sort of a jerk, you know that?" Danny asked, remaining intangible. No way he was going to suddenly become corporeal in the middle of a fire.

[sohot-imsmokin.livejournal.com]

"Of course I do," said Hot Streak. "You're a bit of a pest, did you know that? Now show yourself before I turn up the heat some more."

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"Turn it up all you want," Danny returned. "Won't do anything to me."

Sometimes having ghost powers kind of kicked ass.

[sohot-imsmokin.livejournal.com]

Hot Streak paused then. "Why not?" Hot Streak asked. "You're just invisable, aren't you?"

[invisobill.livejournal.com]

Well... crap. That wasn't well planned at all. "Yeah, invisible, let's just... go with that."

[sohot-imsmokin.livejournal.com]

Hot Streak's eyes narrowed. Even if he wasn't sure if he believed the kid, it didn't sound like he was roasting. The flames around him quickly died down, the heat returned to normal, and, hair still flaming, he stalked away from the entrance area.

[mickey-mous.livejournal.com]

"Okay, Danny. You ready to find out which of our excitin' lands you're gonna live in!?"

[invisobill.livejournal.com]

Danny looked understandably freaked out by the mouse, but seemed to be adapting well. He'd seen weirder. "Suuure I am, Mr. Mouse..."

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Mickey tilted his head to one side. "What d'ya think of Toon Town?"

[invisobill.livejournal.com]

Having never been to Disneyland, Danny doesn't understand what a horrible mistake he's about to make. "Toon Town sounds fine to me, I guess." If there was anything Danny had learned, it was to go with the flow of the weird rules in the Ghost Zone.

[mickey-mous.livejournal.com]

"Nifty. I'll put you there. Your mail will go to Danny (http://community.livejournal.com/dizzy_land/tag/danny). Welcome to the Happiest Place on Earth!"

((And, as always, your contact info (http://community.livejournal.com/dizzy_backstage/1307.html) please. :D))